The Oxford Shakespeare: The Complete Works

by William Shakespeare

  CADE Away with him, I say, hang him with his pen and inkhorn about his neck. Exit one with the Clerk Enter a Messenger

  MESSENGER Where’s our general? no CADE Here I am, thou particular fellow.

  MESSENGER 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 encountered with a man as good as himself. He is but a knight, is a?

  MESSENGER No.

  CADE To equal him I will make myself a knight presently. He kneels and knights himself

  Rise up, Sir John Mortimer. He rises

  Now have at him! Enter Sir Humphrey Stafford and his brother, with a drummer and soldiers

  STAFFORD (to Cade’s followers)

  Rebellious hinds, the filth and scum of Kent,

  Marked for the gallows, lay your weapons down;

  Home to your cottages, forsake this groom.

  The King is merciful, if you revolt.

  STAFFORD’S BROTHER (to Cade’s followers)

  But angry, wrathful, and inclined to blood,

  If you go forward. Therefore, yield or die.

  CADE (to his followers)

  As for these silken-coated slaves, I pass not.

  It is to you, good people, that I speak,

  Over 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.

  STAFFORD’S BROTHER 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.

  STAFFORD’S BROTHER 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 an you can.

  BUTCHER

  Nay, ’tis too true—therefore he shall be king.

  WEAVER Sir, he made a chimney in my father’s house,

  and the bricks are alive at this day to testify. Therefore

  deny it not.

  STAFFORD (to Cade’s followers)

  And will you credit this base drudge’s words

  That speaks he knows not what?

  ALL CADE’S FOLLOWERS

  Ay, marry, will we—therefore get ye gone.

  STAFFORD’S BROTHER

  Jack Cade, the Duke of York hath taught you this.

  CADE (aside)

  He lies, for I invented it myself.

  (Aloud) 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.

  BUTCHER And, furthermore, we’ll have the Lord Saye’s head for selling the dukedom of Maine.

  CADE And good reason, for thereby is England maimed, and fain to go with a staff, but that my puissance holds it up. Fellow-kings, I tell you that that Lord Saye 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 CADE’S FOLLOWERS No, no—and therefore we’ll have his head!

  STAFFORD’S BROTHER (to 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 hanged up for example at their doors.

  And you that be the King’s friends, follow me!

  Exeunt ⌈The Staffords and their 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.

  BUTCHER 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⌉

  4.3 Alarums to the fight; ⌈excursions,⌉ wherein both the Staffords are slain. Enter Jack Cade, Dick the Butcher, and the rest

  CADE Where’s Dick, the butcher of Ashford?

  BUTCHER Here, sir.

  CADE They fell before thee like sheep and oxen, and thou behaved’st thyself as if thou hadst been in thine own slaughterhouse. Therefore, thus will I reward thee—the Lent shall be as long again as it is. Thou shalt have licence to kill for a hundred, lacking one.

  BUTCHER I desire no more.

  CADE And to speak truth, thou deserv’st no less. ⌈He apparels himself in the Staffords’ armour⌉ This monument of the victory will I bear, and the bodies shall be dragged at my horse heels till I do come to London, where we will have the Mayor’s sword borne before us.

  BUTCHER If we mean to thrive and do good, break open the jails and let out the prisoners.

  CADE Fear not that, I warrant thee. Come, let’s march towards London.

  Exeunt, ⌈dragging the Staffords’ bodies⌉

  4.4 Enter King Henry ⌈reading⌉ a supplication, Queen Margaret carrying Suffolk’s head, the Duke of Buckingham, and the Lord Saye, ⌈with others⌉

  QUEEN MARGARET ⌈aside⌉

  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 (to King Henry)

  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.

  He reads

  QUEEN MARGARET (to Suffolk’s head)

  Ah, barbarous villains! Hath this lovely face

  Ruled like a wandering planet over me,

  And could it not enforce them to relent,

  That were unworthy to behold the same?

  KING HENRY

  Lord Saye, Jack Cade hath sworn to have thy head.

  SAYE

  Ay, but I hope your highness shall have his.

  KING HENRY (to Queen Margaret)

  How now, madam? Still lamenting and mourning

  Suffolk’s death?

  I fear me, love, if that I had been dead,

  Thou wouldest not have mourned so much for me.

  QUEEN MARGARET

  No, my love, I should not mourn, but die for thee. Enter a Messenger, Fin haste⌉

  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 Kenilworth

  Until a power be raised to put them down.

  QUEEN MARGARET

  Ah, were the Duke of Suffolk now alive

  These Kentish rebels would be soon appeased!

  KING HENRY

  Lord Saye, the trait’rous rabble hateth thee—

  Therefore away with us to Kenilworth.

  SAYE

  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 (to King Henry)

  Jack Cade hath almost 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 (to King Henry)

  Then linger not, my lord; away, take horse!

  KING HENRY

  Come, Margaret. God, our hope, will succour us.

  QUEEN MARGARET ⌈aside⌉

  My hope is gone, now Suffolk is deceased.

  KING HENRY (to Saye)

  Farewell, my lord. Trust not the Kentish rebels.

  BUCKINGHAM (to Saye)

  Trust nobody, for fear you be betrayed.

  SAYE

  The trust I have is in mine innocence,

  And therefore am I bold and resolute.

  Exeunt ⌈Saye at one door, the rest at another⌉

  4.5 Enter the Lord Scales upon the Tower, walking. Enter three or four Citizens below

  SCALES How now? Is Jack Cade slain?

  FIRST CITIZEN No, my lord Scales, nor likely to be slain, for he and his men have won the bridge, killing all those that did withstand them. The Lord Mayor craveth 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 essayed to win the Tower.

  Get you to Smithfield, there to gather head,

  And thither will I send you Matthew Gough.

  Fight for your king, your country, and your lives!

  And so, farewell, for I must hence again.

  Exeunt, Scales above, the Citizens below

  4.6 Enter Jack Cade, the Weaver, the Butcher, and the rest. Cade strikes his sword 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 otherwise than Lord Mortimer.

  Enter a Soldier, running

  SOLDIER Jack Cade, Jack Cade!

  CADE Zounds, knock him down there! They kill him

  BUTCHER If this fellow be wise, he’ll never call ye Jack Cade more; I think he hath a very fair warning. ⌈He takes a paper from the soldier’s body and reads it⌉ My lord, there’s an army gathered together in Smithfield.

  CADE Come then, let’s go fight with them—but first, go on and set London Bridge afire, and, if you can, burn down the Tower too. Come, let’s away. Exeunt

  4.7 Alarums. ⌈Excursions, wherein⌉ Matthew Gough is slain, and all the rest of his men with him. Then enter Jack Cade with his company, among them the Butcher, the Weaver, and John, a rebel

  CADE So, sirs, now go some and pull down the Savoy; others to th’ Inns of Court—down with them all.

  BUTCHER I have a suit unto your lordship.

  CADE Be it a lordship, thou shalt have it for that word.

  BUTCHER Only that the laws of England may come out of your mouth.

  JOHN (aside to his fellows) Mass, ‘twill be sore law then, for he was thrust in the mouth with a spear, and ’tis not whole yet.

  WEAVER (aside to John) Nay, John, it will be stinking law, for his breath stinks with eating toasted cheese.

  CADE I have thought upon it—it shall be so. Away! Burn all the records of the realm. My mouth shall be the Parliament of England.

  JOHN (aside to his fellows) Then we are like to have biting statutes unless his teeth be pulled out.

  CADE And henceforward all things shall be in common. Enter a Messenger

  MESSENGER My lord, a prize, a prize! Here’s the Lord Saye which sold the towns in France. He that made us pay one-and-twenty fifteens and one shilling to the pound the last subsidy.

  Enter a rebel with the Lord Saye

  CADE Well, he shall be beheaded for it ten times. (To Saye) Ah, thou say, thou serge—nay, thou buckram lord! Now art thou within point-blank of our jurisdiction regal. What canst thou answer to my majesty for giving up of Normandy unto Mounsieur Basimecu, the Dauphin of France? Be it known unto thee by these presence, even the presence of Lord Mortimer, that I am the besom that must sweep the court clean of such filth as thou art. Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar school; and, whereas before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used and, contrary to the King his crown and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill. It will be proved to thy face that thou hast men about thee that usually talk of a noun and a verb and such abominable words as no Christian ear can endure to hear. Thou hast appointed justices of peace to call poor men before them about matters they were not able to answer. Moreover, thou hast put them in prison, and, because they could not read, thou hast hanged them when indeed only for that cause they have been most worthy to live. Thou dost ride on a foot-cloth, dost thou not?

  SAYE What of that?

  CADE Marry, thou ought’st not to let thy horse wear a cloak when honester men than thou go in their hose and doublets.

  BUTCHER And work in their shirts, too; as myself, for example, that am a butcher.

  SAYE You men of Kent.

  BUTCHER What say you of Kent?

  SAYE

  Nothing but this—’tis bona terra, mala gens.

  CADE Bonum terrum—zounds, what’s that?

  BUTCHER He speaks French.

  ⌈first REBEL⌉ No, ’tis Dutch.

  SECOND REBEL⌉ No, ’tis Out-talian, I know it well enough.

  SAYE

  Hear me but speak, and bear me where you will.

  Kent, in the commentaries Caesar writ,

  Is termed the civil’st place of all this isle;

  Sweet is the country, because full of riches;

  The people liberal, valiant, active, wealthy;

  Which makes me hope you are not void of pity.

  I sold not Maine, I lost not Normandy;

  Yet to recover them would lose my life.

  Justice with favour have I always done,

  Prayers and tears have moved me—gifts could never.

  When have I aught exacted at your hands,

  But to maintain the King, the realm, and you?

  Large gifts have I bestowed on learned clerks

  Because my book preferred me to the King,

  And seeing ignorance is the curse of God,

  Knowledge
the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.

  Unless you be possessed with devilish spirits,

  You cannot but forbear to murder me.

  This tongue hath parleyed unto foreign kings

  For your behoof—

  CADE Tut, when struck’st thou one blow in the field?

  SAYE

  Great men have reaching hands. Oft have I struck

  Those that I never saw, and struck them dead.

  REBEL O monstrous coward! What, to come behind folks?

  SAYE

  These cheeks are pale for watching for your good—

  CADE Give him a box o‘th’ ear, and that will make ’em red again.

  ⌈One of the rebels strikes Saye⌉

  SAYE

  Long sitting to determine poor men’s causes

  Hath made me full of sickness and diseases.

  CADE Ye shall have a hempen caudle, then, and the health o’th’ hatchet.

  BUTCHER (to Saye) Why dost thou quiver, man?

  SAYE

  The palsy, and not fear, provokes me.

  CADE Nay, he nods at us as who should say ‘I’ll be even with you’. I’ll see if his head will stand steadier on a pole or no. Take him away, and behead him.

  SAYE

  Tell me wherein have I offended most ?

  Have I affected wealth or honour? Speak.

  Are my chests filled up with extorted gold?

  Is my apparel sumptuous to behold?

  Whom have I injured, that ye seek my death?

  These hands are free from guiltless bloodshedding,

  This breast from harbouring foul deceitful thoughts.

  O let me live!

  CADE (aside) I feel remorse in myself with his words, but I’ll bridle it. He shall die an it be but for pleading so well for his life. (Aloud) Away with him—he has a familiar under his tongue; he speaks not a God’s name. Go, take him away, I say, to the Standard in Cheapside, and strike off his head presently; and then go to Mile End Green—break into his son-in-law’s house, Sir James Cromer, and strike off his head, and bring them both upon two poles hither.

  ALL CADE’S FOLLOWERS It shall be done!

  SAYE

  Ah, countrymen, if, when you make your prayers,

  God should be so obdurate as yourselves,

  How would it fare with your departed souls ?

  And therefore yet relent and save my life