Suf. Before we make Ele&ion, give me leave
To thew fome Reafon, of no little force,
That Tork is moft unmeet of any Man.

York. I'll tell thee, Suffolk, why I am unmeet:
First, for I cannot flatter thee in Pride;
Next, if I be appointed for the Place,
My Lord of Somerset will keep me here,
Without Difcharge, Mony, or Furniture,
'Till France be won into the Dauphin's Hands.
Laft time I danc'd attendance on his Will,
'Till Paris was befieg'd, famifh'd and loft.
War. That I can witnefs, and a fouler Fact
Did never Traitor in the Land commit.
Suf. Peace, head-ftrong Warwick.

War. Image of Pride, why fhould I hold my Peace?
Enter Horner the Armorer, and his Man Peter.
Suf. Becaufe here is a Man accus'd of Treafon,

Pray God the Duke of York excufe himself.

York. Doth any one accufe York for a Traitor?

K.Henry. What mean'ft thou, Suffolk? tell me, what are these? Suf. Please it your Majefty, this is the Man That doth accufe his Mafter of High Treafon: His Words were thefe; That Richard, Duke of York, Was rightful Heir unto the English Crown,

And that your Majefty was an Ufurper.

K. Henry. Say, Man, were these thy Words?

Arm. And't fhall please your Majefty, I never faid nor thought any fuch Matter; God is my witnefs, I am falfly accus'd by the Villain.

Peter. By these ten Bones, my Lords, he did speak them to me in the Garret one Night, as we were fcow'ring my Lord of York's Armour.

York. Bafe Dunghil Villain, and Mechanical, I'll have thy Head for this thy Traitor's Speech: I do befeech your Royal Majefty,

Let him have all the rigor of the Law.

Arm. Alas, my Lord, hang me if ever I fpake the Words: my Accufer is my Prentice, and when I did correct him for his Fault the other Day, he did vow upon his Knees he would be even with me. I have good witness of this; therefore I beseech your Majefty, do not caft away an honest Man for a Villain's Accufation.

K. Heury.

K. Henry. Uncle, what fhall we fay to this in Law?
Glo. This doom, my Lord, if I may Judges
Let Somerset be Regent o'er the French,

Because in York this breeds fufpicion;
And let these have a Day appointed them
For fingle Combat, in convenient place,
For he hath witnefs of his Servant's Malice:
This is the Law, and this Duke Humphry's doom.
Som. I humbly thank your Royal Majefty.
Arm. And I accept the Combat willingly.

Peter. Alas, my Lord, I cannot fight; for God's fake pity my Cafe; the fpight of my Mafter prevaileth against me. Lord have mercy upon me, I fhall never be able to fight a blow: O Lord, my Heart.

Glo. Sirrah, or you must fight, or elfe be hang'd.

K. Henry. Away with them to Prifon; and the day of Combat, fhall be the laft of the next Month. Come Somerfet, we'll fee them fent away.

[Exeunt. Flourish. Enter Mother Jordan, Hume, Southwel, and

Bullingbrook.

Hume. Come, my Mafters, the Dutchefs, I tell you, expects performance of your Promifes.

Bulling. Mafter Hume, we are therefore provided: Will her Ladyship behiold and hear our Exorcifms?

Hume. Ay, what else? Fear you not her Courage.

Bulling. I have heard her reported to be a Woman of an invincible Spirit; but it fhall be convenient, Master Hume, that you be by her aloft, while we be bufie below; and fo, I pray you, go in God's Name, and leave us. Exit Hume. Mother Jordan, be proftrate, and grovel on the Earth; John Southwel, read you, and let us to our work.

Enter Eleanor above.

Elean. Well faid, my Masters, and welcome to all: To this geer, the fooner the better.

Bulling. Patience, good Lady, Wizards know their times: Deep Night, dark Night, the filent of the Night, The time of Night when Troy was fet on Fire, The times when Screech-owls cry, and Ban-dogs howl; When Spirits walk, and Ghosts break up their Graves; That time fits beft the work we have in hand.

Madam,

Madam, fit you, and fear not; whom we raise
We will make faft within a hallow'd Verge.

[Here they do the Ceremonies belonging, and make the Circle, Bullingbrook, or Southwel reads, Conjuro te, &c. It Thunders and Lightens terribly; then the Spirit rifeth. Spirit. Adfum.

M. Jord. Afmath, by the eternal God, Whofe Name and Power thou trembleft at, Answer that I ask: For 'till thou speak, Thou shalt not pass from hence,

Spirit. Ask what thou wilt. That I had faid, and done! Bulling. First of the King: What fhall of him become. Spirit. The Duke yet lives, that Henry shall depose: But him out-live, and die a violent Death.

[As the Spirit fpeaks they write the answer. Bulling. What Fates await the Duke of Suffolk? Spirit. By Water shall he die, and take his End. Bulling. What fhall befall the Duke of Somerset? Spirit. Let him fhun Castles.

Safer shall he be upon fandy Plains,

Than there where lofty Caftles mounted ftand.
Have done, for more I hardly can endure.

Bulling. Defcend to Darkness, and the burning Lake:
False Fiend avoid. [Thunder and Lightning. Spirit defcends.
Enter the Duke of York, and the Duke of Buckingham,
with their Guard, and break in.

Tork. Lay Hands upon thefe Traitors and their trash: Beldam, I think we watch'd you at an Inch.

What, Madam, are you there? The King and Common-weal Are deep indebted for this piece of Pains;

My Lord Protector will, I doubt it not,

See you well guerdon'd for thefe good deferts.

you

this?

Elean. Not half fo bad as thine to England's King.
Injurious Duke, that threatn'ft where's no caufe.
Buck, True, Madam, none at all: What call
Away with them, let them be clap'd up clofe,
And kept afunder: You, Madam, fhall with us.
Stafford, take her to thee.
We'll fee your Trinkets here forth-coming all.
Away.

[Exeunt Guard with Jordan, Southwel, &c.

Tork

York. Lord Buckingham, methinks you watch'd her well; A pretty Plot, well chofen to build upon

Now, pray my Lord, let's fee the Devil's Writ.

What have we here?

The Duke yet lives, that Henry shall depose;
But him out-live, and die a violent Death..
Why, this is Juft, Aio te

Well, to the reft:

[Reads.

acidem Romanos vincere posse.

Tell me what fate awaits the Duke of Suffolk?

By Water fhall he die, and take his End.

What fhall betide the Duke of Somerset ?

Let him fhun Caftles,

Safer shall he be upon fandy Plains,

Than there where lofty Caftles mounted stand.
Come, come, my Lords,

The Oracles are hardly attain'd,

And hardly understood.

The King is now in progrefs towards St. Albans,

With him the Husband of this lovely Lady:

Thither go thefe News,

As faft as Horfe can carry them:

A forry breakfast for my Lord Protector.

Buck Your Grace fhall give me leave, my Lord of York, To be the Poft, in hope of his Reward.

Toak. At your Pleafure, my good Lord.

Who's within there, hoe?

Invité my

Enter a Serving-man.
Lords of Salisbury and Warwick

To fup with me to morrow Night. Away.

[Exeunt.

Enter King Henry, Queen, Protector, Cardinal, and Suffolk,

with Faulkners hollowing.

O. Mar. Believe me Lords, for flying at the Brook,
I faw no better Sport thefe feven 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 Faulcon made,
And what a pitch the flew above the rest:
To fee how God in all his Creatures works,
Yea Man and Birds are fain of climbing high.
Suf. No marvel, and it like your Majefty,
My Lord Protector's Hawks do towre fo well;

They

They know their Mafter loves to be aloft,
And bears his Thoughts above his Faulcon's pitch.
Glo. My Lord, 'tis but a bafe ignoble Mind,
That mounts no higher than a Bird can foar.

Car. I thought as much, he would 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 Treafury of everlafting Joy.

Car. Thy Heaven is on Earth, thine Eyes and Thoughts Beat on a Crown, the Treasure of thy Heart,

Pernicious Protector, dangerous Peer,

That smooth'ft it fo with King and Commonweal.

Glo. What, Cardinal!

Is your Priesthood grown fo peremptory?

Tantane animis Caeleftibus ira? Churchmen fo hot?
Good Uncle, hide fuch Malice:

With fuch Holinefs can you do it?

Suf. No malice, Sir, no more than well becomes So good a Quarrel, and fo bad a Peer.

Glo. As who, my Lord?

Suf. Why, as you, my Lord,

An't like your Lordly Lord Protectorship.

Glo. Why, Suffolk, England knows thine Infolence.
Q.Mar. And thy Ambition, Glofter.

K. Henry. I prethee peace, good Queen,
And whet not on these too too furious Peers,
For bleffed are the Peace-makers on Earth.

Car. Let me be blessed for the Peace I make,
Against this proud Protector, with my Sword.
Glo. Faith, Holy Uncle, would 'twere come to that.
Car. Marry, when thou dar'ft.

Glo. Make up no factious numbers for that matter,

In thine own Perfon answer thy Abuse.
Car. Ay, where thou dar'ft not peep:
And if thou dar'ft, this Evening,

On the Eaft fide of the Grove.
K. Henry. How now, my Lords?
Car. Believe me, Coufin Glo'fter,

Had not your Man put up the Fowl fo fuddenly,

We had had more sport

Come with thy two Hand-Sword.

Afide.

[Afide to Glo.

Glo