Kenilworth Castle.
 Sound trumpets.
 Enter KING, QUEEN MARGARET, and SOMERSET, aloft on the terrace.

King Henry	Was ever king that joyed an earthly throne,
	And could command no more content than I?
	No sooner was I crept out of my cradle
	But I was made a king at nine months old.
	Was never subject longed to be a king
	As I do long and wish to be a subject.

                      Enter BUCKINGHAM and CLIFFORD.

Buckingham	Health and glad tidings to your majesty!

King Henry	Why, Buckingham, is the traitor Cade surprised?
	Or is he but retired to make him strong?

         Enter, below, MULTITUDES with halters about their necks.

Clifford	He is fled, my lord, and all his powers do yield,
	And humbly thus with halters on their necks
	Expect your highness' doom of life or death.

King Henry	Then, heaven, set ope thy everlasting gates
	To entertain my vows of thanks and praise!
	Soldiers, this day have you redeemed your lives,
	And showed how well you love your prince and country.
	Continue still in this so good a mind,
	And Henry, though he be infortunate,
	Assure yourselves, will never be unkind.
	And so, with thanks and pardon to you all,
	I do dismiss you to your several countries.

All	God save the king! God save the king!

                            Enter a MESSENGER.

Messenger	Please it your grace to be advertisd
	The Duke of York is newly come from Ireland,
	And with a puissant and a mighty power
	Of gallowglasses and stout kerns
	Is marching hitherward in proud array,
	And still proclaimeth, as he comes along,
	His arms are only to remove from thee
	The Duke of Somerset, whom he terms a traitor.

King Henry	Thus stands my state, 'twixt Cade and York distressed,
	Like to a ship that having scaped a tempest
	Is straightway calmed and boarded with a pirate.
	But now is Cade driven back, his men dispersed,
	And now is York in arms to second him.
	I pray thee, Buckingham, go and meet him,
	And ask him what's the reason of these arms.
	Tell him I'll send Duke Edmund to the Tower;
	And, Somerset, we will commit thee thither
	Until his army be dismissed from him.

Somerset	My lord, I'll yield myself to prison willingly,
	Or unto death, to do my country good.

King Henry	In any case, be not too rough in terms,
	For he is fierce and cannot brook hard language.

Buckingham	I will, my lord; and doubt not so to deal
	As all things shall redound unto your good.

King Henry	Come, wife, let's in, and learn to govern better;
	For yet may England curse my wretched reign.
													[ Flourish. Exeunt.
