CADE. Let me alone. Dost thou use to write thy name, or hast thou a
mark to thyself, like a honest plain-dealing man?
CLERK. Sir, I thank God, I have been so well brought up that I can
write my name.
ALL. He hath confess'd. Away with him! He's a
villain and a
traitor.
CADE. Away with him, I say! Hang him with his pen and inkhorn about
his neck. Exit one with the CLERK
Enter MICHAEL
MICHAEL. Where's our General?
CADE. Here I am, thou particular fellow.
MICHAEL. Fly, fly, fly! Sir Humphrey Stafford and his brother are
hard by, with the King's forces.
CADE. Stand,
villain, stand, or I'll fell thee down. He shall be
encount'red with a man as good as himself. He is but a
knight,
is 'a?
MICHAEL. No.
CADE. To equal him, I will make myself a
knight presently.
[Kneels] Rise up, Sir John Mortimer. [Rises] Now have at him!
Enter SIR HUMPHREY STAFFORD and WILLIAM
his brother, with drum and soldiers
STAFFORD. Rebellious hinds, the filth and scum of Kent,
Mark'd for the
gallows, lay your weapons down;
Home to your cottages,
forsake this groom;
The King is
merciful if you revolt.
WILLIAM STAFFORD. But angry, wrathful, and inclin'd to blood,
If you go forward;
therefore yield or die.
CADE. As for these silken-coated slaves, I pass not;
It is to you, good people, that I speak,
O'er whom, in time to come, I hope to reign;
For I am
rightful heir unto the crown.
STAFFORD. Villain, thy father was a plasterer;
And thou thyself a shearman, art thou not?
CADE. And Adam was a gardener.
WILLIAM STAFFORD. And what of that?
CADE. Marry, this: Edmund Mortimer, Earl of March,
Married the Duke of Clarence' daughter, did he not?
STAFFORD. Ay, sir.
CADE. By her he had two children at one birth.
WILLIAM STAFFORD. That's false.
CADE. Ay, there's the question; but I say 'tis true.
The elder of them being put to nurse,
Was by a beggar-woman stol'n away,
And,
ignorant of his birth and parentage,
Became a bricklayer when he came to age.
His son am I; deny it if you can.
DICK. Nay, 'tis too true;
therefore he shall be king.
SMITH. Sir, he made a chimney in my father's house, and the bricks
are alive at this day to
testify it;
therefore deny it not.
STAFFORD. And will you credit this base drudge's words
That speaks he knows not what?
ALL. Ay, marry, will we;
therefore get ye gone.
WILLIAM STAFFORD. Jack Cade, the Duke of York hath taught you this.
CADE. [Aside] He lies, for I invented it myself- Go to, sirrah,
tell the King from me that for his father's sake, Henry the
Fifth, in whose time boys went to span-counter for French crowns,
I am content he shall reign; but I'll be Protector over him.
DICK. And
furthermore, we'll have the Lord Say's head for selling
the dukedom of Maine.
CADE. And good reason; for
thereby is England main'd and fain to go
with a staff, but that my puissance holds it up. Fellow kings, I
tell you that that Lord Say hath gelded the
commonwealth and made
it an
eunuch; and more than that, he can speak French, and
therefore he is a
traitor.
STAFFORD. O gross and
miserable ignorance!
CADE. Nay, answer if you can; the Frenchmen are our enemies. Go to,
then, I ask but this: can he that speaks with the tongue of an
enemy be a good counsellor, or no?
ALL. No, no; and
therefore we'll have his head.
WILLIAM STAFFORD. Well,
seeing gentle words will not prevail,
Assail them with the army of the King.
STAFFORD. Herald, away; and throughout every town
Proclaim them
traitors that are up with Cade;
That those which fly before the battle ends
May, even in their wives'and children's sight,
Be hang'd up for example at their doors.
And you that be the King's friends, follow me.
Exeunt the TWO STAFFORDS and soldiers
CADE. And you that love the commons follow me.
Now show yourselves men; 'tis for liberty.
We will not leave one lord, one gentleman;
Spare none but such as go in clouted shoon,
For they are
thrifty honest men and such
As would- but that they dare not- take our parts.
DICK. They are all in order, and march toward us.
CADE. But then are we in order when we are most out of order. Come,
march forward. Exeunt
SCENE III.
Another part of Blackheath
Alarums to the fight,
wherein both the STAFFORDS
are slain. Enter CADE and the rest
CADE. Where's Dick, the
butcher of Ashford?
DICK. Here, sir.
CADE. They fell before thee like sheep and oxen, and thou behavedst
thyself as if thou hadst been in thine own slaughter-house;
therefore thus will I
reward thee- the Lent shall be as long
again as it is, and thou shalt have a
licence to kill for a
hundred
lacking one.
DICK. I desire no more.
CADE. And, to speak truth, thou deserv'st no less. [Putting on SIR
HUMPHREY'S brigandine] This
monument of the
victory will I bear,
and the bodies shall be d
ragged at my horse heels till I do come
to London, where we will have the mayor's sword borne before us.
DICK. If we mean to
thrive and do good, break open the gaols and
let out the prisoners.
CADE. Fear not that, I
warrant thee. Come, let's march towards
London. Exeunt
SCENE IV.
London. The palace
Enter the KING with a supplication, and the QUEEN
with SUFFOLK'S head; the DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM,
and the LORD SAY
QUEEN. Oft have I heard that grief softens the mind
And makes it
fearful and degenerate;
Think
therefore on
revenge and cease to weep.
But who can cease to weep, and look on this?
Here may his head lie on my throbbing breast;
But where's the body that I should embrace?
BUCKINGHAM. What answer makes your Grace to the rebels'
supplication?
KING HENRY. I'll send some holy
bishop to entreat;
For God
forbid so many simple souls
Should
perish by the sword! And I myself,
Rather than
bloody war shall cut them short,
Will parley with Jack Cade their general.
But stay, I'll read it over once again.
QUEEN. Ah,
barbarousvillains! Hath this lovely face
Rul'd like a wandering
planet over me,
And could it not
enforce them to relent
That were
unworthy to behold the same?
KING HENRY. Lord Say, Jack Cade hath sworn to have thy head.
SAY. Ay, but I hope your Highness shall have his.
KING HENRY. How now, madam!
Still lamenting and
mourning for Suffolk's death?
I fear me, love, if that I had been dead,
Thou wouldst not have mourn'd so much for me.
QUEEN. No, my love, I should not mourn, but die for thee.
Enter A MESSENGER
KING HENRY. How now! What news? Why com'st thou in such haste?
MESSENGER. The rebels are in Southwark; fly, my lord!
Jack Cade proclaims himself Lord Mortimer,
Descended from the Duke of Clarence' house,
And calls your Grace usurper, openly,
And vows to crown himself in Westminster.
His army is a
ragged multitude
Of hinds and peasants, rude and merciless;
Sir Humphrey Stafford and his brother's death
Hath given them heart and courage to proceed.
All scholars, lawyers, courtiers, gentlemen,
They call false caterpillars and intend their death.
KING HENRY. O graceless men! they know not what they do.
BUCKINGHAM. My
gracious lord,
retire to Killingworth
Until a power be rais'd to put them down.
QUEEN. Ah, were the Duke of Suffolk now alive,
These Kentish rebels would be soon appeas'd!
KING HENRY. Lord Say, the
traitors hate thee;
Therefore away with us to Killingworth.
SAY. So might your Grace's person be in danger.
The sight of me is
odious in their eyes;
And
therefore in this city will I stay
And live alone as secret as I may.
Enter another MESSENGER
SECOND MESSENGER. Jack Cade hath
gotten London Bridge.
The citizens fly and
forsake their houses;
The
rascal people, thirsting after prey,
Join with the
traitor; and they jointly swear
To spoil the city and your royal court.
BUCKINGHAM. Then
linger not, my lord; away, take horse.
KING HENRY. Come Margaret; God, our hope, will succour us.
QUEEN. My hope is gone, now Suffolk is deceas'd.
KING HENRY. [To LORD SAY] Farewell, my lord, trust not the Kentish
rebels.
BUCKINGHAM. Trust nobody, for fear you be betray'd.
SAY. The trust I have is in mine innocence,
And
therefore am I bold and
resolute. Exeunt
SCENE V.
London. The Tower
Enter LORD SCALES Upon the Tower, walking. Then
enter two or three CITIZENS, below
SCALES. How now! Is Jack Cade slain?
FIRST CITIZEN. No, my lord, nor likely to be slain; for they have
won the
bridge, killing all those that
withstand them.
The Lord Mayor craves aid of your honour from the
Tower, to defend the city from the rebels.
SCALES. Such aid as I can spare you shall command,
But I am troubled here with them myself;
The rebels have assay'd to win the Tower.
But get you to Smithfield, and gather head,
And
thither I will send you Matthew Goffe;
Fight for your King, your country, and your lives;
And so,
farewell, for I must hence again. Exeunt
SCENE VI.
London. Cannon street
Enter JACK CADE and the rest, and strikes his staff
on London Stone
CADE. Now is Mortimer lord of this city. And here, sitting upon
London Stone, I
charge and command that, of the city's cost, the
pissing conduit run nothing but claret wine this first year of
our reign. And now henceforward it shall be
treason for any that
calls me other than Lord Mortimer.
Enter a SOLDIER,
running