The Second Part Of King Henry The Sixth

1 Enter Cade.
2 CADE.
3 Fie on ambitions! Fie on myself, that have a sword and yet am ready to
4 famish! These five days have I hid me in these woods and durst not peep
5 out, for all the country is laid for me; but now am I so hungry that if
6 I might have a lease of my life for a thousand years, I could stay no
7 longer. Wherefore, o’er a brick wall have I climbed into this garden,
8 to see if I can eat grass, or pick a sallet another while, which is not
9 amiss to cool a man’s stomach this hot weather. And I think this word
10 “sallet” was born to do me good; for many a time, but for a sallet, my
11 brain-pan had been cleft with a brown bill; and many a time, when I
12 have been dry and bravely marching, it hath served me instead of a
13 quart pot to drink in; and now the word “sallet” must serve me to feed
14 on.
15 Enter Iden and his men.
16 IDEN.
17 Lord, who would live turmoiled in the court
18 And may enjoy such quiet walks as these?
19 This small inheritance my father left me
20 Contenteth me, and worth a monarchy.
21 I seek not to wax great by others’ waning,
22 Or gather wealth, I care not with what envy;
23 Sufficeth that I have maintains my state
24 And sends the poor well pleased from my gate.
25 CADE.
26 Here’s the lord of the soil come to seize me for a stray, for entering
27 his fee-simple without leave.—Ah, villain, thou wilt betray me and get
28 a thousand crowns of the King by carrying my head to him; but I’ll make
29 thee eat iron like an ostrich, and swallow my sword like a great pin,
30 ere thou and I part.
31 IDEN.
32 Why, rude companion, whatsoe’er thou be,
33 I know thee not; why, then, should I betray thee?
34 Is ’t not enough to break into my garden
35 And, like a thief, to come to rob my grounds,
36 Climbing my walls in spite of me the owner,
37 But thou wilt brave me with these saucy terms?
38 CADE.
39 Brave thee? Ay, by the best blood that ever was broached, and beard
40 thee too. Look on me well: I have eat no meat these five days, yet come
41 thou and thy five men, and if I do not leave you all as dead as a
42 doornail, I pray God I may never eat grass more.
43 IDEN.
44 Nay, it shall ne’er be said, while England stands,
45 That Alexander Iden, an esquire of Kent,
46 Took odds to combat a poor famished man.
47 Oppose thy steadfast-gazing eyes to mine,
48 See if thou canst outface me with thy looks.
49 Set limb to limb and thou art far the lesser;
50 Thy hand is but a finger to my fist,
51 Thy leg a stick compared with this truncheon.
52 My foot shall fight with all the strength thou hast;
53 And if mine arm be heaved in the air,
54 Thy grave is digged already in the earth.
55 As for words, whose greatness answers words,
56 Let this my sword report what speech forbears.
57 CADE.
58 By my valour, the most complete champion that ever I heard! Steel, if
59 thou turn the edge, or cut not out the burly-boned clown in chines of
60 beef ere thou sleep in thy sheath, I beseech God on my knees thou mayst
61 be turned to hobnails.
62 [_Here they fight and Cade falls._]
63 O, I am slain! Famine and no other hath slain me. Let ten thousand
64 devils come against me, and give me but the ten meals I have lost, and
65 I’d defy them all. Wither, garden; and be henceforth a burying place to
66 all that do dwell in this house, because the unconquered soul of Cade
67 is fled.
68 IDEN.
69 Is’t Cade that I have slain, that monstrous traitor?
70 Sword, I will hallow thee for this thy deed,
71 And hang thee o’er my tomb when I am dead.
72 Ne’er shall this blood be wiped from thy point,
73 But thou shalt wear it as a herald’s coat
74 To emblaze the honour that thy master got.
75 CADE.
76 Iden, farewell, and be proud of thy victory. Tell Kent from me she hath
77 lost her best man, and exhort all the world to be cowards; for I, that
78 never feared any, am vanquished by famine, not by valour.
79 [_Dies._]
80 IDEN.
81 How much thou wrong’st me, heaven be my judge.
82 Die, damned wretch, the curse of her that bare thee!
83 And as I thrust thy body in with my sword,
84 So wish I, I might thrust thy soul to hell.
85 Hence will I drag thee headlong by the heels
86 Unto a dunghill, which shall be thy grave,
87 And there cut off thy most ungracious head,
88 Which I will bear in triumph to the King,
89 Leaving thy trunk for crows to feed upon.
90 [_Exit._]