_King._ Then what intends these forces thou dost bring?   [bea060] _York._ To heave the traitor Somerset from hence,   [bea061] And fight against that monstrous rebel Cade, Who since I heard to be discomfited.   [bea063] _Enter_ IDEN, _with_ CADE’S _head_. _Iden._ If one so rude and of so mean condition May pass into the presence of a king,   [bea065] Lo, I present your grace a traitor’s head, The head of Cade, whom I in combat slew. _King._ The head of Cade! Great God, how just art Thou! O, let me view his visage, being dead, That living wrought me such exceeding trouble.   ·bea070· Tell me, my friend, art thou the man that slew him?   [bea071] _Iden._ I was, an’t like your majesty.   [bea072] _King._ How art thou call’d? and what is thy degree? _Iden._ Alexander Iden, that’s my name;   [bea074] A poor esquire of Kent, that loves his king.   [bea075] _Buck._ So please it you, my lord, ’twere not amiss   [bea076] He were created knight for his good service.   [bea077] _King._ Iden, kneel down. [_He kneels._] Rise up a knight.   [bea078] We give thee for reward a thousand marks, And will that thou henceforth attend on us.   ·bea080· _Iden._ May Iden live to merit such a bounty, And never live but true unto his liege!   [_Rises._   [bea082] _Enter_ QUEEN _and_ SOMERSET. _King._ See, Buckingham, Somerset comes with the queen:   [bea083] Go, bid her hide him quickly from the duke. _Queen._ For thousand Yorks he shall not hide his head,   ·bea085· But boldly stand and front him to his face. _York._ How now! is Somerset at liberty? Then, York, unloose thy long-imprison’d thoughts, And let thy tongue be equal with thy heart. Shall I endure the sight of Somerset?   ·bea090· False king! why hast thou broken faith with me, Knowing how hardly I can brook abuse? King did I call thee? no, thou art not king,   [bea093] Not fit to govern and rule multitudes,   [bea094] Which darest not, no, nor canst not rule a traitor.   [bea095] That head of thine doth not become a crown; Thy hand is made to grasp a palmer’s staff, And not to grace an awful princely sceptre. That gold must round engirt these brows of mine,   [bea099] Whose smile and frown, like to Achilles’ spear,   [bea100] Is able with the change to kill and cure. Here is a hand to hold a sceptre up And with the same to act controlling laws.   [bea103] Give place: by heaven, thou shalt rule no more O’er him whom heaven created for thy ruler.   ·bea105· _Som._ O monstrous traitor! I arrest thee, York, Of capital treason ’gainst the king and crown: Obey, audacious traitor; kneel for grace. _York._ Wouldst have me kneel? first let me ask of these,   [bea109] If they can brook I bow a knee to man.   ·bea110· Sirrah, call in my sons to be my bail:   [_Exit Attendant._   [bea111] I know, ere they will have me go to ward, They’ll pawn their swords for my enfranchisement.   [bea113]