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King Henry the Sixth, IV. viii

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;

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 vanquished,

Should make a start o'er seas and vanquish you?

Methinks already in this civil broil

I see them lording it in London streets,

Crying Villiago! unto all they meet.

Better ten thousand base-born Cades miscarry,

Than you should stoop unto a Frenchman's mercy.

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. A Clifford! a Clifford! we'll follow the

king and 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 mis-

chiefs, and makes them leave me desolate. I see

them lay their heads together to surprise me.

My sword make way for me, for here is no stay-

ing. In despite of the devils and hell, have

through the very middest of you! and heavens

and honour be witness, that no want of resolution

in me, but only my followers' base and ignomi-

nious treasons, makes me betake me to my heels.

Exit.

Buck. What, is he fled? go some, and follow him;

 44 at jar: in discord

44-46 Cf. n.

49 Villiago: villain 