No sooner was I crept out of my cradle
But I was made a king, at nine months old.
5 Was never subject long’d to be a king
[♦] As I do long and wish to be a subject.
Enter BUCKINGHAM and old CLIFFORD.
Buck. Health and glad tidings to your majesty!
King. Why, Buckingham, is the traitor Cade surprised?
[♦] Or is he but retired to make him strong?
Enter, below, multitudes, with halters about their necks.
[10] Clif. He is fled, my lord, and all his powers do yield;