Being Captain of a pinnace, threatens more
Than Bargulus the ftrong Illyrian Pirate.
Drones fuck not eagles' blood, but rob bee hives.
It is impoffible that I should die

By fuch a lowly vaffal as thy felf.

Thy words move rage, and not remorse, in me:
I go of meffage from the Queen to France;

I charge thee waft me fafely cross the channel.
Cap. Walter

Whit. Come, Suffolk, I muft waft thee to thy death. Suf.Pana gelidus timor occupat artus: it's thee I fear.(10) Whit. Thou fhalt have cause to fear, before I leave thee. What, are you daunted now? now will ye ftoop?

1 Gent. My gracious lord, intreat him; fpeak him fair.
Suf. Suffolk's imperial tongue is ftern and rough,
Us'd to command, untaught to plead for favour.
Far be it, we should honour fuch as these
With humble fuit; no; rather let my head
Stoop to the block, than these knees bow to any,
Save to the God of heav'n, and to my King;
And fooner dance upon a bloody pole,
Than ftand uncover'd to the vulgar groom.
True Nobility is exempt from fear:
More can I bear, than you dare execute.

Cap. Hale him away, and let him talk no more;
Come, foldiers, fhew what cruelty ye can.
Suf. That this my death may never be forgot,
Great men oft die by vile Bezonians.

A Roman fworder and Bandetto flave
Murther'd sweet Tully; Brutus' bastard hand
Stabb'd Julius Cæfar; favage Islanders

Pompey the Great: And Suffolk dies by Pirates.

[Exit Walter Whitmore with Suffolk. Cap. And as for these, whose ransom we have set,

(10) Pine gelidus timor occupat artus.] Thus the ft Folio Impreffion. Whence the Poet glean'd this Hemiftich, I do not know. 'Tis certain, the first Word corrupted. I believe, I

have reftor'd it, as it ought to be. Suffolk, would fay, the Fear of that Punishment, that Revenge, they were about to take upon him, put his Limbs into a cold trembling.

It is our pleasure one of them depart;

Therefore come you with us, and let him go.

[Ex. Captain and the reft.

Manet the firft Gent. Enter Whitmore, with the body.

Whit. There let his head and liveless body lye, Until the Queen his mistress bury it.

[Exit Whit.

1 Gent. O barbarous and bloody spectacle!
His body will I bear unto the King:
If he revenge it not, yet will his friends;
So will the Queen, that living held him dear.

Bevis.

SCENE changes to Southwark.

Enter Bevis and John Holland.

[Exit.

NOME, and get thee a fword though made of a lath; they have been up thefe two days. Hol. They have the more need to fleep now then. Bevis. I tell thee, Jack Cade the clothier means to drefs the commonwealth, and turn it, and set a new nap upon it.

Hol. So he had need, for 'tis thread-bare. Well, I fay, it was never merry world in England fince Gentle

men came up.

Bevis. O miferable age! virtue is not regarded in handy-crafts-men.

Hol. The Nobility think scorn to go in leather aprons. Bervis. Nay more, the King's Council are no good workmen.

Hol. True, and yet it is faid, Labour in thy vocation ; which is as much as to fay, let the magistrates be labouring men; and therefore fhould we be magistrates.

Bevis. Thou haft hit it; for there's no better fign of a brave mind than a hard hand.

Hol. I fee them, I fee them; there's Beft's fon, the Tanner of Wingham.

Bevis. He fhall have the skins of our enemies to make

dog's leather of.

Hol. And Dick the Butcher:

1

Bevis. Then is fin ftruck down like an ox, and iniquity's throat cut like a calf.

Hol. And Smith the weaver:

Bevis. Argo, their thread of life is fpun.

Hol. Come, come, let's fall in with them.

Drum. Enter Cade, Dick the butcher, Smith the weaver, and a fawyer, with infinite numbers.

Cade. We John Cade, fo term'd of our fuppofed Father

Dick. Or rather of ftealing a cade of herrings.

Cade. For our enemies fhall fall before us, infpired with the spirit of putting down Kings and Princes; command filence.

Dick. Silence.

Cade. My father was a Mortimer

Dick. He was an honest man and a good bricklayer.
Cade. My mother a Plantagenet

Dick. I knew her well, fhe was a midwife.
Cade. My wife defcended of the Lacies

Dick. She was indeed a pedlar's daughter, and fold many laces.

Weav. But, now of late, not able to travel with her furr'd pack, the washes bucks here at home.

Cade. Therefore am I of an honourable houfe.

Dick. Ay, by my faith, the field is honourable; and there was he born, under a hedge; for his father had never a houfe but the cage.

Cade. Valiant I am.

Weav. A' must needs, for beggary is valiant.
Cade. I am able to endure much.

Dick. No question of that; for I have feen him whipt three market days together.

Gade. I fear neither fword nor fire.

Wear. He need not fear the fword, for his coat is of proof.

Dick. But, methinks he should stand in fear of fire, "being burnt i'th hand for stealing of sheep.

Gade. Be brave then, for your captain is brave, and vows reformation. There shall be in England feven

half

half-penny loaves fold for a penny; the three-hoop'd pot fhall have ten hoops, and I will make it felony to drink fmall beer! All the realm fhall be in common, and in Cheapfide fhall my palfry go to grafs; and when I am King, as King I will be

All. God fave your Majesty!

Cade. I thank you, good people. There fhall be no mony; all fhall eat and drink upon my score; and I will apparel them all in one livery, that they may agree like brothers, and worship me their lord.

Dick. The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers. Cade. Nay, that I mean to do. Is not this a lamentable thing, that the skin of an innocent lamb should be made parchment; that parchment being scribbled o'er, fhould undo a man? Some fay, the bee ftings; but I fay, 'tis bee's wax; for I did but seal once to a thing, and I was never my own man fince. How now? who is there?

Enter a Glerk.

Wear. The clerk of Chatham; he can write and read, and caft accompt.

Cade. O monftrous!

Wear. We took him setting boys copies.

Cade. Here's a villain!

Wear. He'as a book in his pocket with red letters in't. Gade. Nay, then he's a conjurer.

Dick. Nay, he can make obligations, and write courthand.

Cade. I am forry for't: the man is a proper man, of mine honour; unless I find him guilty, he shall not die. Come hither, firrah, I must examine thee; what is thy

name ?

Clerk. Emanuel.

Dick. They use to write it on the top of letters: 'twill go hard with you.

Cade. Let me alone, Doft thou ufe to write thy name? or haft thou a mark to thyfelf like an honest plain dealing man?

Clerk:

Clerk. Sir, I thank God, I have been fo well brought up, that I can write my name.

All. He hath confeft; away with him; he's a villain and a traitor.

Cade. Away with him, I fay; hang him with his pen and inkhorn about his neck. [Exit one with the clerk.

Enter Michael.

Mich. Where is our General ?

Cade. Here I am, thou particular fellow.

Mich. Fly, fly, fly; Sir Humphry Stafford and his brother are hard by with the King's forces.

He

Cade. Stand, villain, ftand, or I'll fell thee down; he fhall be encounter'd with a man as good as himself. is but a knight, is a'?

Mich. No.

Cade. To equal him, I will make myself a knight presently; rife up, Sir Jobn Mortimer. Now have at him. Is there any more of them that be knights? Mich. Ay, his brother.

Cade. Then kneel down, Dick Butcher. Rife up, Sir Dick Butcher. Now found up the the drum.

Enter Sir Humphry Stafford, and young Stafford, with drum and foldiers.

Staff Rebellious hinds, the filth and skum of Kent, Mark'd for the gallows, lay your weapons down, Home to your cottages, forfake this groom; The King is merciful, if you revolt.

Y. Staf. But angry, wrathful, and inclin'd to blood, If you go forward; therefore yield, or die.

Cade. As for thefe filken-coated flaves, I pass not;
It is to you, good people, that I freak,

O'er whom (in time to come) I hope to reign;
For I am rightful heir unto the crown.

Staf. Villain, thy father was a plaisterer,

And thou thyself a fhearman, art thou not?
Cade. And Adam was a gardiner.

Y. Staf. And what of that?

Cade.