Of combat shall be the last of the next month.-
Come, Somerset, we'll see thee sent away.

[Flourish. Exeunt.

SCENE IV.

Duke HUMPHREY's Garden. Enter Mother JOURDAIN, HUME, SOUTHWEL, and BOLINGBROKE.

Hume. Come, my masters; the dutchess, I tell you, expects performance of your promises.

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Boling. Master Hume, we are therefore provided: Will her ladyship behold and hear our exorcisms? Hume. Ay; What else? fear you not her courage. Boling. I have heard her reported to be a woman of an invincible spirit: But it shall be convenient, master Hume, that you be by her aloft, while we be busy below; and so, I pray you, go in God's name, and leave us. [Exit HUME.] Mother Jourdain, be you prostrate, and grovel on the earth :-John Southwel, read you; and let us to our work. 600

Enter ELEANOr, above.

Elean. Well said, my masters; and welcome, all. To this geer; the sooner the better.

Boling. Patience, good lady; wizards know their

times:

Deep night, dark night, the silent of the night,
The time of night when Troy was set on fire;

The

The time when screech-owls cry, and ban-dogs

howl,

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When spirits walk, and ghosts break up their graves,
That time best fits the work we have in hand.
Madam, sit you, and fear not; whom we raise,
We will make fast within a hallow'd verge.
[Here they perform the Ceremonies, and make the Circle;
BOLINGBROKE, or SOUTHWEL reads, Conjuro
te, &c. It thunders and lightens terribly; then the
Spirit riseth.

Spirit. Adsum.

M. Jourd. Asmath,

By the eternal God, whose name and power

Thou tremblest at, answer that I shall ask;

For, 'till thou speak, thou shalt not pass from hence. Spirit. Ask what thou wilt:-That I had said and

done!

Boling. First, of the king. What shall of him become? [Reading out of a Paper. Spirit. The duke yet lives, that Henry shall de

pose;

But him out-live, and die a violent death.

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[As the Spirit speaks, they write the Answer: Boling. What fates await the duke of Suffolk ? Spirit. By Water shall he die, and take his end.

Boling. What shall befall the duke of Somerset ?
Spirit. Let him shun castles ;

Safer shall he be upon the sandy plains,

Than where castles mounted stand.

Have done, for more I hardly can endure.

Boling. Descend to darkness, and the burning lake: False fiend, avoid!

[Thunder and Lightning. Spirit descends.

Enter the Duke of YORK, and the Duke of BUCKING HAM, with their Guard, and break in.

York. Lay hands upon these traitors, and their

trash.

Beldame, I think, we watch'd you at an inch.

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What, madam, are you there? the king and com

mon-weal

Are deep indebted for this piece of pains;

My lord protector will, I doubt it not,

See you

well guerdon'd for these good deserts. Elean. Not half so bad as thine to England's king, Injurious duke; that threat'st where is no cause. Buck. True, madam, none at all. What call you [Shewing her the Papers. Away with them; let them be clapp'd up close,

this?

And kept asunder :-You, madam, shall with us :--Stafford, take her to thee.

We'll see your trinkets here forth-coming all;

Away!

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[Exeunt Guards with JoURD. SOUTH. &c.

York. Lord Buckingham, methinks, you watch'd

her well:

A pretty plot, well chose to build upon!

Now, pray, my lord, let's see the devil's writ.

What have we here?

The duke yet lives, that Henry shall depose;

[Reads,

But him out live, and die a violent death.

Why,

Why, this is just, Aio te, Eacida, Romanos vincere

posse.

Well, to the rest :

Tell me what fate awaits the duke of Suffolk ?
By Water shall he die, and take his end.

What shall betide the duke of Somerset ?

Let him shun castles;

Safer shall he be on the sandy plains,
Than where castles mounted stand.

Come, come, my lords:

These oracles are hardily attain'd,

And hardly understood.

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The king is now in progress towards Saint Alban's; With him, the husband of this lovely lady:

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Thither go these news, as fast as horse can carry

them;

A sorry breakfast for my lord protector.

Buck. Your grace shall give me leave, my lord of
York,

To be the post, in hope of his reward.

York. At your pleasure, my good lord. Who's within there, ho!

Enter a Serving-Man.

Invite my lords of Salisbury, and Warwick,
To sup with me to-morrow night-Away!

[Exeunt.

ACT

ACT II. SCENE 1.

At St. Alban's. Enter King HENRY, Queen, GLOSTER, Cardinal, and SUFFOLK, with Falconers hallowing. ~

Queen Margaret.

BELIEVE me, lords, for flying at the brook,
I saw no better sport these seven years' day :
Yet, by your leave, the wind was very high;
And, ten to one, old Joan had not gone out.

K. Henry. But what a point, my lord, your falcon made,

And what a pitch she flew above the rest!—
To see how God in all his creatures works!
Yea, man and birds, are fain of climbing high.
Suf. No marvel, an it like your majesty,
My lord protector's hawks do tower so well;
They know, their master loves to be aloft,
And bears his thoughts above his falcon's pitch.
Glo. My lord, 'tis but a base ignoble mind
That mounts no higher than a bird can soar.

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Car. I thought as much; he'd be above the clouds. Glo. Ay, my lord cardinal; How think you by

that?

Were it not good, your grace could fly to heaven? K. Henry. The treasury of everlasting joy !

Car. Thy heaven is on earth; thine eyes and

thoughts

Beat on a crown, the treasure of thy heart;

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