All. God saue the King, God saue the King

Cade. What Buckingham and Clifford are ye so braue?

And you base Pezants, do ye beleeue him, will you needs

be hang'd with your Pardons about your neckes? Hath

my sword therefore broke through London gates, that

you should leaue me at the White-heart in Southwarke.

I thought ye would neuer haue giuen out these Armes til

you had recouered your ancient Freedome. But you are

all Recreants and Dastards, and delight to liue in slauerie

to the Nobility. Let them breake your backes with burthens,

take your houses ouer your heads, rauish your

Wiues and Daughters before your faces. For me, I will

make shift for one, and so Gods Cursse light vppon you

all

All. Wee'l follow Cade,

Wee'l follow Cade

Clif. Is Cade the sonne of Henry the fift,

That thus you do exclaime you'l go with him.

Will he conduct you through the heart of France,

And make the meanest of you Earles and Dukes?

Alas, he hath no home, no place to flye too:

Nor knowes he how to liue, but by the spoile,

Vnlesse by robbing of your Friends, and vs.

Wer't not a shame, that whilst you liue at iarre,

The fearfull French, whom you late vanquished

Should make a start ore-seas, and vanquish you?

Me thinkes alreadie in this ciuill broyle,

I see them Lording it in London streets,

Crying Villiago vnto all they meete.

Better ten thousand base-borne Cades miscarry,

Then you should stoope vnto a Frenchmans mercy.

To France, to France, and get what you haue lost:

Spare England, for it is your Natiue Coast:

Henry hath mony, you are strong and manly:

God on our side, doubt not of Victorie

All. A Clifford, a Clifford,

Wee'l follow the King, and Clifford

Cade. Was euer Feather so lightly blowne too & fro,

as this multitude? The name of Henry the fift, hales them

to an hundred mischiefes, and makes them leaue mee desolate.

I see them lay their heades together to surprize

me. My sword make way for me, for heere is no staying:

in despight of the diuels and hell, haue through the verie

middest of you, and heauens and honor be witnesse, that

no want of resolution in mee, but onely my Followers

base and ignominious treasons, makes me betake mee to

my heeles.

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