Kenilworth Castle. |
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Trumpets sounded. Enter KING HENRY, QUEEN MARGARET, and SOMERSET, on the terrace. |
K. Hen. Was ever king that joy'd an earthly throne, |
And could command no more content than I? |
No sooner was I crept out of my cradle |
But I was made a king at nine months old: |
Was never subject long'd to be a king |
As I do long and wish to be a subject. |
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Enter BUCKINGHAM and Old CLIFFORD. |
Buck. Health, and glad tidings, to your majesty! |
K. Hen. Why, Buckingham, is the traitor Cade surpris'd? |
Or is he but retir'd to make him strong? |
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Enter, below, a number of CADE'S followers, with halters about their necks. |
Clif. He's fied, my lord, and all his powers do yield; |
And humbly thus, with halters on their necks, |
Expect your highness' doom, of life, or death. |
K. Hen. Then, heaven, set ope thy everlasting gates, |
To entertain my vows of thanks and praise! |
Soldiers, this day have you redeem'd your lives, |
And show'd how well you love your prince and country: |
Continue still in this so good a mind, |
And Henry, though he be infortunate, |
Assure yourselves, will never be unkind: |
And so, with thanks and pardon to you all, |
I do dismiss you to your several countries. |
All. God save the king! God save the king! |
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Enter a Messenger. |
Mess. Please it your Grace to be advertised, |
The Duke of York is newly come from Ireland; |
And with a puissant and a mighty power |
Of Gallowglasses, and stout kerns, |
Is marching hitherward in proud array; |
And still proclaimeth, as he comes along, |
His arms are only to remove from thee |
The Duke of Somerset, whom he terms a traitor. |
K. Hen. Thus stands my state, 'twixt Cade and York distress'd; |
Like to a ship, that, having scap'd a tempest, |
Is straightway calm'd, and boarded with a pirate. |
But now is Cade driven back, his men dispers'd; |
And now is York in arms to second him. |
I pray thee, Buckingham, go and meet him, |
And ask him what's the reason of these arms. |
Tell him I'll send Duke Edmund to the Tower; |
And, Somerset, we will commit thee thither, |
Until his army be dismiss'd from him. |
Som. My lord, |
I'll yield myself to prison willingly, |
Or unto death, to do my country good. |
K. Hen. In any case, be not too rough in terms; |
For he is fierce and cannot brook hard language. |
Buck. I will, my lord; and doubt not so to deal |
As all things shall redound unto your good. |
K. Hen. Come, wife, let's in, and learn to govern better; |
For yet may England curse my wretched reign. [Exeunt. |
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