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Henry VI part two

Act IV, Scene 10

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]

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