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Southwark.
[Alarum and retreat. Enter CADE and all his rabblement]
CADE
Up Fish Street, down Saint Magnus' Corner, kill and knock down, throw them
into Thames: [Sound a parley] What noise is this I hear?
Dare any be so bold
to sound retreat or parley
When I command them kill?
[Enter BUCKINGHAM and CLIFFORD, attended]
BUCKINGHAM
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Aye here | they be,| that dare | and will |
disturb || thee:
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Know | Cade, we | come am|bassadors*| from the
king
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Unto | the com|mons, whom | thou hast | misled,
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And here | pronounce | free pard/on to | them
all,
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That will | forsake | thee, and / go home | in
peace.
CLIFFORD
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What say | ye count|rymen,| will ye | relent
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And yield | to mer|cy, whilst| 'tis of|fered you,
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Or let | a rab|ble lead | you to | your deaths.
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Who loves | the king,| and will em|brace his |
pardon,
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Fling^up his cap, and say, God* save his
majesty. ????
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Who hat|eth him,| and hon|ors not | his fath||er,
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Hen|ry the Fifth,| that made | all France to
quake,
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Shake he his weap|on at | us, and / pass by.
ALL
God save the king, God save the king.
CADE
What Buckingham and Clifford are ye so brave? And you base peasants, do
ye believe him, will you needs be hanged with your pardons about your necks?
Hath my sword therefore broke through London gates, that you should leave me
at the White Hart in Southwark. I thought ye would never have given out
these arms till you had recovered your ancient freedom. But you are all
recreants and dastards, and delight to live in slavery to the nobility. Let
them break your backs with burdens, take your houses over your heads,
ravish your wives and daughters before your faces. For me, I will make shift
for one, and so God's curse light upon you all.
ALL
We'll follow Cade,
We'll follow Cade.
CLIFFORD
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Is Cade | the son | of Hen|ry the Fifth,|
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That thus | you do | exclaim | you'll go | with
him.
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Will he | conduct | you through | the heart | of
France,
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And make | the mean|est of | you earls | and
dukes?
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Alas,| he hath | no* home,| no place | to fly ||
to:
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Nor | knows he | how to live,| but by | the
spoil,
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Unless | by rob|bing of | your friends,| and us.
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Were it not | a shame,| that whilst | you live |
at jar,
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The fear|ful French,| whom you | late van/quished
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Should make | a start | ore seas,| and van|quish
you?
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Methinks | alrea|dy in | this civ|il broil,
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I see | them lord|ing it | in Lon|don streets,
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Crying | Villia|go^un|to all | they meet.
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Better ten*| thousand | base-born Cades |
miscar||ry,
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Than you | should stoop | unto a | Frenchman's |
mercy.
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To France,| to France,| and get | what you | have
lost:
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Spare^Eng|land, for | it is | your nat|ive coast:
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Henry hath | money,| you are | strong and |
manly:
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God on | our side,| doubt not | of vict|ory.
ALL
A Clifford, a Clifford,
We'll follow the king, and Clifford.
CADE
Was ever feather so lightly blown to and fro, as this multitude? The name of
Henry the Fifth, hales them to an hundred mischiefs, and makes them leave me
desolate. I see them lay their heads together to surprise me. My sword make
way for me, for here is no staying: In despite of the devils and hell, have
through the very middest of you, and heavens and honor be witness, that no
want of resolution in me, but only my followers' base and ignominious
treasons, makes me betake me to my heels.
[Exit]
BUCKINGHAM
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What, is | he fled?| Go* some | and fol|low him,
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And he | that brings | his head | unto | the
king,
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Shall have | a thous|and crowns | for his |
reward.
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Follow | me sol|diers, we'll | devise | a mean,
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To rec|oncile | you all | unto | the king.
[Exeunt]