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Kent. IDEN's garden.
[Enter CADE]
CADE
Fie on ambition: Fie on myself, that have a sword, and yet am ready to
famish. These five days have I hid me in these woods, and durst not peep out,
for all the country is laid for me: but now am I so hungry, that if I might
have a lease of my life for a thousand years, I could stay no longer.
Wherefore on a brick wall have I climbed into this garden, to see if I can
eat grass, or pick a sallet another while, which is not amiss to cool a
man's stomach this hot weather: and I think this word sallet was born to
do me good, for many a time but for a sallet, my brainpan had been cleft
with a brown bill; and many a time when I have been dry, and bravely
marching, it hath served me instead of a quart pot to drink in: and now the
word sallet must serve me to feed on.
[Enter IDEN]
IDEN
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Lord,| who would | live turmoiled | in the court,
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And may | enjoy | such qui|et walks | as these?
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This small | inher|itance | my fath|er left || me,
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Content|eth me,| and worth | a mon|archy.
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I seek | not^to wax | great by | others'| waning,
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Or gath|er wealth | I care | not with what |
envy:
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Suffic|eth that | I have | maintains | my state,
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And sends | the poor | well* pleas|ed from | my
gate.
CADE
Here's the lord of the soil come to seize me for a stray, for entering his
fee-simple without leave. A villain, thou wilt betray me, and get a
thousand crowns of the king carrying my head to him, but I'll make thee eat
iron like an ostrich, and swallow my sword like a great pin ere thou and I
part.
IDEN
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Why rude | compan|ion, what|soere | thou be,
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I know | thee not,| why then should | I be|tray
thee?
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Is it not | enough | to break | into my | garden,
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And like | a thief | to come | to rob | my
grounds:
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Climbing my | walls in | spite of | me the |
owner,
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But thou | wilt brave | me with | these sau|cy
terms?
CADE
Brave thee? Aye, by the best blood that ever was broached, and beard thee
too. Look on me well, I have eat no meat these five days, yet come thou and
thy five men, and if I do not leave you all as dead as a doornail, I pray
God I may never eat grass more.
IDEN
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Nay, it | shall nere | be said,| while Eng|land
stands,
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That Al|exand|er Iden | an esquire | of Kent,
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Took^odds | to com|bat* a / poor fam|ished man.
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Oppose | thy stead|fast^gaz|ing^eyes | to mine,
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See if | thou canst | outface | me with | thy
looks:
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Set limb | to limb,| and thou | art far | the
lesser:
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Thy hand | is but | a fing|er to | my fist,
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Thy leg | a stick | compared | with this |
truncheon,
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My foot | shall fight | with all | the strength |
thou hast,
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And if | mine arm | be heav|ed in | the air,
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Thy grave | is digged | alrea|dy in | the earth:
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As for | words, whose great|ness ans|wers words,
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Let^this | my sword | report | what speech |
forbears.
CADE
By my valor: the most complete champion that ever I heard. Steel, if thou
turn the edge, or cut not out the burly-boned clown in chines of beef, ere
thou sleep in thy sheath, I beseech God on my knees thou mayst be turned to
hobnails.
[Here they fight.]
O I am slain, famine and no other hath slain me, let ten thousand devils
come against me, and give me but the ten meals I have lost, and I'll defy
them all. Wither garden, and be henceforth a burying-place to all that do
dwell in this house, because the unconquered soul of Cade is fled.
IDEN
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Is it Cade | that I | have slain,| that
monst|rous trai||tor?
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Sword,| I will hol|low thee | for this | thy
deed,
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And hang | thee ore | my tomb,| when I | am dead.
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Nere shall | this blood | be wip|ed from | thy
point,
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But thou | shalt wear | it as | a her|ald's coat,
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To emblaze | the hon|or that | thy mast|er got.
CADE
Iden farewell, and be proud of thy victory: tell Kent from me, she hath
lost her best man, and exhort all the world to be cowards: for I that never
feared any, am vanquished by famine, not by valor.
[Dies]
IDEN
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How* much | thou wrongst | me, heav|en be | my
judge;
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Die damned wretch,| the curse | of her | that
bare || thee:
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And | as I thrust | thy bo|dy in | with my sword,
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So wish | I, I | might^thrust | thy soul | to
hell.
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Hence will | I drag | thee head|long by | the
heels
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Unto a | dunghill, which | shall be | thy grave,
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And there | cut^off | thy most | ungra|cious
head,
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Which^I | will bear | in tri|umph to | the king,
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Leaving | thy trunk | for crows | to feed | upon.
[Exit]