Henry VI, Part II
slain me: let ten thousand devils come against me, and give me but the ten meals I have lost, and I’ld defy them all. Wither, garden; and be henceforth a burying-place to all that do dwell in this house, because the unconquered soul of Cade is fled.Iden Is’t Cade that I have slain, that monstrous traitor?
Sword, I will hallow thee for this thy deed,
And hang thee o’er my tomb when I am dead:
Ne’er shall this blood be wiped from thy point;
But thou shalt wear it as a herald’s coat,
To emblaze the honour that thy master got.Cade Iden, farewell, and be proud of thy victory. Tell Kent from me, she hath lost her best man, and exhort all the world to be cowards; for I, that never feared any, am vanquished by famine, not by valour. Dies. Iden How much thou wrong’st me, heaven be my judge.
Die, damned wretch, the curse of her that bare thee;
And as I thrust thy body in with my sword,
So wish I, I might thrust thy soul to hell.
Hence will I drag thee headlong by the heels
Unto a dunghill which shall be thy grave,
And there cut off thy most ungracious head;
Which I will bear in triumph to the king,
Leaving thy trunk for crows to feed upon. Exit.Act V
Scene I
Fields between Dartford and Blackheath.
Enter York, and his army of Irish, with drum and colours. York From Ireland thus comes York to claim his right,
And pluck the crown from feeble Henry’s head:
Ring, bells, aloud; burn, bonfires, clear and bright,
To entertain great England’s lawful king.
Ah! sancta majestas, who would not buy thee dear?
Let them obey that know not how to rule;
This hand was made to handle naught but gold.
I cannot give due action to my words,
Except a sword or sceptre balance it:
A sceptre shall it have, have I a soul,
On which I’ll toss the flower-de-luce of France.Enter Buckingham. Whom have we here? Buckingham, to disturb me?
The king hath sent him, sure: I must dissemble.Buckingham York, if thou meanest well, I greet thee well. York Humphrey of Buckingham, I accept thy greeting.
Art thou a messenger, or come of pleasure?Buckingham A messenger from Henry, our dread liege,
To know the reason of these arms in peace;
Or why thou, being a subject as I am,
Against thy oath and true allegiance sworn,
Should raise so great a power without his leave,
Or dare to bring thy force so near the court.York Aside. Scarce can I speak, my choler is so great:
O, I could hew up rocks and fight with flint,
I am so angry at these abject terms;
And now, like Ajax Telamonius,
On sheep or oxen could I spend my fury.
I am far better born than is the king,
More like a king, more kingly in my thoughts:
But I must make fair weather yet a while,
Till Henry be more weak and I more strong.—
Buckingham, I prithee, pardon me,
That I have given no answer all this while;
My mind was troubled with deep melancholy.
The cause why I have brought this army hither
Is to remove proud Somerset from the king,
Seditious to his grace and to the state.Buckingham That is too much presumption on thy part:
But if thy arms be to no other end,
The king hath yielded unto thy demand:
The Duke of Somerset is in the Tower.York Upon thine honour, is he prisoner? Buckingham Upon mine honour, he is prisoner. York Then, Buckingham, I do dismiss my powers.
Soldiers, I thank you all; disperse yourselves;
Meet me to-morrow in Saint George’s field,
You shall have pay and every thing you wish.
And let my sovereign, virtuous Henry,
Command my eldest son, nay, all my sons,
As pledges of my fealty and love;
I’ll send them all as willing as I live:
Lands, goods, horse, armour, any thing I have,
Is his to use, so Somerset may die.Buckingham York, I commend this kind submission:
We twain will go into his highness’ tent.Enter King and Attendants. King Buckingham, doth York intend no harm to us,
That thus he marcheth with thee arm in arm?York In all submission and humility
York doth present himself unto your highness.King Then what intends these forces thou dost bring? York To heave the traitor Somerset from hence,
And fight against that monstrous rebel Cade,
Who since I heard to be discomfited.Enter Iden, with Cade’s head. Iden If one so rude and of so mean condition
May pass into the presence of a king,
Lo, I present your grace a traitor’s head,
The head of Cade, whom I in combat slew.King The head of Cade! Great God, how just art Thou!
O, let me view his visage, being dead,
That living wrought me such exceeding trouble.
Tell me, my friend, art thou the man that slew him?Iden I was, an’t like your majesty. King How art thou call’d? and what is thy degree? Iden Alexander Iden, that’s my name;
A poor esquire of Kent, that loves his king.Buckingham So please it you, my lord, ’twere not amiss
He were created knight for his good service.King Iden, kneel down. He kneels. Rise up a knight.
We give thee for reward a thousand marks,
And will that thou henceforth attend on us.Iden May Iden live to merit such a bounty,
And never live but true unto his liege! Rises.Enter Queen and Somerset. King See, Buckingham, Somerset comes with the queen:
Go, bid her hide him quickly from the duke.Queen For thousand Yorks he shall not hide his head,
But boldly stand and front him to his face.York How now! is Somerset at liberty?
Then, York, unloose thy long-imprison’d thoughts,
And let thy tongue be equal with thy heart.
Shall I endure the sight of Somerset?
False king! why hast thou broken faith with me,
Knowing how hardly I can brook abuse?
King did I call thee? no, thou art not king,
Not fit to govern and rule multitudes,
Which darest not, no, nor canst not rule a traitor.
That head of thine doth not become a crown;
Thy hand is made to grasp a palmer’s staff,
And not to grace an