Previous Next
 

Continue reading with a SparkNotes PLUS trial

Original Text

Modern Text
Alarum, and retreat. Enter again CADE and all his rabblement.
Alarum, and retreat. Enter again 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
5
kill?
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
5
kill?
Enter BUCKINGHAM and old CLIFFORD with ATTENDANTS.
Enter BUCKINGHAM and old CLIFFORD with ATTENDANTS.
BUCKINGHAM
Ay, here they be that dare and will disturb thee.
Know, Cade, we come ambassadors from the King
Unto the Commons, whom thou hast misled,
And here pronounce free pardon to them all
10
That will forsake thee and go home in peace.
BUCKINGHAM
Ay, here they be that dare and will disturb thee.
Know, Cade, we come ambassadors from the King
Unto the Commons, whom thou hast misled,
And here pronounce free pardon to them all
10
That will forsake thee and go home in peace.
CLIFFORD
What say you, countrymen? Will you relent
And yield to mercy whil’st ’tis offered you,
Or let a rabble lead you to your deaths?
Who loves the King and will embrace his pardon,
15
Fling up his cap and say “God save his Majesty!”
Who hateth him and honors not his father,
Henry the Fifth, that made all France to quake,
Shake he his weapon at us and pass by.
CLIFFORD
What say you, countrymen? Will you relent
And yield to mercy whil’st ’tis offered you,
Or let a rabble lead you to your deaths?
Who loves the King and will embrace his pardon,
15
Fling up his cap and say “God save his Majesty!”
Who hateth him and honors not his father,
Henry the Fifth, that made all France to quake,
Shake he his weapon at us and pass by.
ALL
God save the King! God save the King!
ALL
God save the King! God save the King!
They fling their caps in the air.
They fling their caps in the air.
CADE
20
What, Buckingham and Clifford, are you so
brave?—And, you base peasants, do you 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
25
the White Hart in Southwark? I thought you
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
30
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!
CADE
20
What, Buckingham and Clifford, are you so
brave?—And, you base peasants, do you 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
25
the White Hart in Southwark? I thought you
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
30
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!
ALL
We’ll follow Cade! We’ll follow Cade!
CLIFFORD
35
Is Cade the son of Henry the Fifth,
That thus you do exclaim you’ll go with him?
Will he conduct you through the heart of France
And make the meanest of you earls and dukes?
Alas, he hath no home, no place to fly to,
40
Nor knows he how to live but by the spoil,
Unless by robbing of your friends and us.
Were ’t not a shame that, whilst you live at jar,
The fearful French, whom you late vanquishèd,
Should make a start o’er seas and vanquish you?
45
Methinks already in this civil broil
I see them lording it in London streets,
Crying “Villiago!” unto all they meet.
Better ten thousand baseborn Cades miscarry
Than you should stoop unto a Frenchman’s mercy.
50
To France, to France, and get what you have lost!
Spare England, for it is your native coast.
Henry hath money; you are strong and manly.
God on our side, doubt not of victory.
CLIFFORD
35
Is Cade the son of Henry the Fifth,
That thus you do exclaim you’ll go with him?
Will he conduct you through the heart of France
And make the meanest of you earls and dukes?
Alas, he hath no home, no place to fly to,
40
Nor knows he how to live but by the spoil,
Unless by robbing of your friends and us.
Were ’t not a shame that, whilst you live at jar,
The fearful French, whom you late vanquishèd,
Should make a start o’er seas and vanquish you?
45
Methinks already in this civil broil
I see them lording it in London streets,
Crying “Villiago!” unto all they meet.
Better ten thousand baseborn Cades miscarry
Than you should stoop unto a Frenchman’s mercy.
50
To France, to France, and get what you have lost!
Spare England, for it is your native coast.
Henry hath money; you are strong and manly.
God on our side, doubt not of victory.
ALL
À Clifford! À Clifford! We’ll follow the King and
55
Clifford!
ALL
À Clifford! À Clifford! We’ll follow the King and
55
Clifford!
CADE , aside
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
60
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
65
ignominious treasons, makes me betake me to my
heels. He exits, running.
CADE , aside
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
60
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
65
ignominious treasons, makes me betake me to my
heels. He exits, running.
BUCKINGHAM
What, is he fled? Go, some, and follow him;
And he that brings his head unto the King
Shall have a thousand crowns for his reward.
Some of them exit.
70
Follow me, soldiers. We’ll devise a means
To reconcile you all unto the King.
BUCKINGHAM
What, is he fled? Go, some, and follow him;
And he that brings his head unto the King
Shall have a thousand crowns for his reward.
Some of them exit.
70
Follow me, soldiers. We’ll devise a means
To reconcile you all unto the King.
All exit.
All exit.

Original Text

Modern Text
Alarum, and retreat. Enter again CADE and all his rabblement.
Alarum, and retreat. Enter again 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
5
kill?
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
5
kill?
Enter BUCKINGHAM and old CLIFFORD with ATTENDANTS.
Enter BUCKINGHAM and old CLIFFORD with ATTENDANTS.
BUCKINGHAM
Ay, here they be that dare and will disturb thee.
Know, Cade, we come ambassadors from the King
Unto the Commons, whom thou hast misled,
And here pronounce free pardon to them all
10
That will forsake thee and go home in peace.
BUCKINGHAM
Ay, here they be that dare and will disturb thee.
Know, Cade, we come ambassadors from the King
Unto the Commons, whom thou hast misled,
And here pronounce free pardon to them all
10
That will forsake thee and go home in peace.
CLIFFORD
What say you, countrymen? Will you relent
And yield to mercy whil’st ’tis offered you,
Or let a rabble lead you to your deaths?
Who loves the King and will embrace his pardon,
15
Fling up his cap and say “God save his Majesty!”
Who hateth him and honors not his father,
Henry the Fifth, that made all France to quake,
Shake he his weapon at us and pass by.
CLIFFORD
What say you, countrymen? Will you relent
And yield to mercy whil’st ’tis offered you,
Or let a rabble lead you to your deaths?
Who loves the King and will embrace his pardon,
15
Fling up his cap and say “God save his Majesty!”
Who hateth him and honors not his father,
Henry the Fifth, that made all France to quake,
Shake he his weapon at us and pass by.
ALL
God save the King! God save the King!
ALL
God save the King! God save the King!
They fling their caps in the air.
They fling their caps in the air.
CADE
20
What, Buckingham and Clifford, are you so
brave?—And, you base peasants, do you 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
25
the White Hart in Southwark? I thought you
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
30
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!
CADE
20
What, Buckingham and Clifford, are you so
brave?—And, you base peasants, do you 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
25
the White Hart in Southwark? I thought you
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
30
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!
ALL
We’ll follow Cade! We’ll follow Cade!
CLIFFORD
35
Is Cade the son of Henry the Fifth,
That thus you do exclaim you’ll go with him?
Will he conduct you through the heart of France
And make the meanest of you earls and dukes?
Alas, he hath no home, no place to fly to,
40
Nor knows he how to live but by the spoil,
Unless by robbing of your friends and us.
Were ’t not a shame that, whilst you live at jar,
The fearful French, whom you late vanquishèd,
Should make a start o’er seas and vanquish you?
45
Methinks already in this civil broil
I see them lording it in London streets,
Crying “Villiago!” unto all they meet.
Better ten thousand baseborn Cades miscarry
Than you should stoop unto a Frenchman’s mercy.
50
To France, to France, and get what you have lost!
Spare England, for it is your native coast.
Henry hath money; you are strong and manly.
God on our side, doubt not of victory.
CLIFFORD
35
Is Cade the son of Henry the Fifth,
That thus you do exclaim you’ll go with him?
Will he conduct you through the heart of France
And make the meanest of you earls and dukes?
Alas, he hath no home, no place to fly to,
40
Nor knows he how to live but by the spoil,
Unless by robbing of your friends and us.
Were ’t not a shame that, whilst you live at jar,
The fearful French, whom you late vanquishèd,
Should make a start o’er seas and vanquish you?
45
Methinks already in this civil broil
I see them lording it in London streets,
Crying “Villiago!” unto all they meet.
Better ten thousand baseborn Cades miscarry
Than you should stoop unto a Frenchman’s mercy.
50
To France, to France, and get what you have lost!
Spare England, for it is your native coast.
Henry hath money; you are strong and manly.
God on our side, doubt not of victory.
ALL
À Clifford! À Clifford! We’ll follow the King and
55
Clifford!
ALL
À Clifford! À Clifford! We’ll follow the King and
55
Clifford!
CADE , aside
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
60
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
65
ignominious treasons, makes me betake me to my
heels. He exits, running.
CADE , aside
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
60
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
65
ignominious treasons, makes me betake me to my
heels. He exits, running.
BUCKINGHAM
What, is he fled? Go, some, and follow him;
And he that brings his head unto the King
Shall have a thousand crowns for his reward.
Some of them exit.
70
Follow me, soldiers. We’ll devise a means
To reconcile you all unto the King.
BUCKINGHAM
What, is he fled? Go, some, and follow him;
And he that brings his head unto the King
Shall have a thousand crowns for his reward.
Some of them exit.
70
Follow me, soldiers. We’ll devise a means
To reconcile you all unto the King.
All exit.
All exit.
Previous page Act 4, Scene 7 Next page Act 4, Scene 9

Popular pages: Henry VI, Part 2

Take a Study Break