Let So nerfet 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 witness of his fervant's malice..
This is the law, and this Duke Humphry's doom.
K. Henry. Then be it fo: my Lord of Somerset,
We make your Grace Regent over the French.
Som. I humbly thank your Royal Majesty.
Arm. And I accept the combat willingly.

Peter. Alas! my Lord, I cannot fight; for God's fake, pity my cafe; the fpight of man prevaileth against me. O 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 last of the next month. Come, Somerset, we'll fee thee fent away. [Flourish. Exeunt,.

SCENE VIII. The witch's cave.

Enter Mother Jordan, Hume, Southwell, and Boling-brook,

Hume. Come, my mafters; the Duchefs, I tell you, expects performance of your promifes.

Boling. Mafter Hume, we are therefore provided. Will her Ladyfhip behold and hear our exorcifins? Hume. Ay, what elfe? fear not her courage.

Boling. I have heard her reported to be a woman of an invincible fpirit; but it fhall be convenient, Master Hume, that you be by her aloft, while we be busy 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 Southwell, read you, and let us to our work.

Enter Eleanor above:

Elean Well faid, my mafters, and welcome to all! to this geer, the fooner the better.

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Boling Patience, good ady: wizards know their Deep night, dark ni ht, the filent of the night*, [times

The filent of the night, is a claffical expreffion; and means an in. erlunar night.

The time of night when Troy was fet on fire,

The time when fcreech-owls cry, and ban-dogs howl;
When fpirits walk, and ghous break up their graves;
That time best fits the work we have in hand.
Madam, fit you, and fear not; whom we raise,
We will make faft within a hallowed verge.

[Here they perform the ceremonies, and make the circle:
Bolingbrook or Southwell reads, Conjuro te, &c.
It thunders and lightens terribly; then the fpirit
Spirit. Adfum.

[rifeth. M. Jord. Afmuth, by the eternal God, whose name And power thou trembleft at, tell what I afk; For till thou speak, thou fhalt not pafs from hence. Spirit. Afk what thou wilt.-That I had said, and done!

Boling. First, of the King: what fhall of him become? Spirit. The Duke yet lives that Henry fhall depofe; But him outlive, and die a violent death.

[As the Spirit fpeaks, they write the answer. Boling. Tell me, what fates await the Duke of Suf folk?

Spirit. By water fhall he die, and take his end.
Boling. What fhall befall the Duke of Somerfet?
Spirit. Let him shun caftles.

Safer fhall he be on the fandy plains,

Than where caftles mounted ftand.

Have done, for more I hardly can endure.

Boling. Defcend to darkness, and the burning lake: Falfe fiend, avoid!

[Thunder and lightning. Spirit defcends.

Enter the Duke of York, and the Duke of Buckingham, with their guards, and break in.

York. Lay hands upon thefe traitors, and their trash: Beldame, I think, we watch'd you at an inch

What, Madam, are you there? the King and realm 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.

Elean. Not half fo bad as thine to England's King, Injurious Duke, that threat' where is no caufe.

Buck. True Madam, none at all. What call you this?

Away with them, let them be clap'd up clofe,
And kept apart. You, Madam, fhall with us.
Stafford, take her to thee.

We'll fee your trinkets here forthcoming all.

[Exeunt Guard with Jordan, Southwell, &c.* York. The King is now in progrefs tow'rds St Alban's; With him the hufband of this lovely lady:

Thither go thefe news, as fast as horfe can carry them; A forry breakfast for my Lord Protector.

Buck. Your Grace fhall give me leave, my Lord of

To be the poft, 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 fup with me to-morrow night. Away!

[York,

[Exeunt.

-Southwell, &c.

York. Lord Buckingham, me thinks you watch'd her well. A pretty plot well chofe to build upon.

Now pray, my Lord, let's fee the devil's writ.

What have we hear?

The Duke yet lives that Henry shall depofe;

But him outlive and die a violent death.

Why, this is juft, Aio te, Æacida, Romanos vincere poffe.

Well, to the rest:

Tell me what fate awaits the Duke of Suffolk?

By water fhall he die, and take his end.

What shall betide the Duke of Somerfet?

This repetition of the prophecies, which is altogether unneceffary, after what the fpectators had heard in the fcene immediately preceeding, is not to be found in the first edition of this play.

Mr Pope.

A C T IL.

SCENE I.

At St Alban's.

Enter King Henry, Queen, Protector, Cardinal, and Suffolk, with Faulconers hallooing.

2.

Mar.

B

Elieve me, Lords, for flying at the brook, I faw not better fport these feven years' Yet, by your leave, the wind was very high, And, ten to one, old Joan had not gone.out.

[day;

[made:

K. Henry. But what a point, my Lord, your faulcon And what a pith she flew above the reft : To fee 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 tow'r fo well; They know, their mafter loves to be aloft, And bears his thoughts above his faulcon's pitoh.. Glo. My Lord, 'tis but a bafe ignoble mind, That mounts no higher than a bird can soar.

Car. I thought as much he'd be above the clouds. Glo. Ay, my Lord Card'nal, how think you by that?^ Were it not good your Grace cou'd fly to heav'n ? K. Henry. The treafury of everlasting joy! Car. Thy heaven is on earth, thine eyes and thoughts. Bent on a crown, the treasure of thy heart: Pernicious Protector, dangerous. Peer,

That smooth'ft it so with King and common-weal! Glo. What Card'nal! is your priesthood grown fo Peremptory? Tantæne animis cæleftibus ira? Churchmen fo hot? good uncle, hide tuch malice. With fuch holinefs can you not 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 yourself, my Lord; An't like your lordly Lord Protectorship.

Glo. Why, Suffolk, England knows thine infolence.. 2 Mar And thy ambition, Glo'lter.

K. Henry. I pray thee, peace good Queen; And whet not on thefe too too furious Peers,

For bleffed are the peace-makers on earth.

Car. Let me be bleffed for the peace I make, Against this proud Protector, with my fword! Glo. 'Faith, holy uncle, 'would 'twere come) to that.

Car. Marry, when thou dar'st.

Glo Make up no factious numbers for the

matter,

In thine own perfon answer thy abuse.

Car. Ay, where thou dar'st not peep

if thou dar'ft,

This ev'ning on the east fide of the grove.
K. Henry. How now, my Lords?

Car. Believe me, coufin Glo'ster,

and

Had not your man put up the fowl fo fuddenly,

[Afide.

We'd had more sport

fword.

Glo. True, uncle.

Come with thy two band [Afide to Gloucester.

Car. Are you advis'd ?—The east fide of the grove?

Glo. Cardinal, I am with you.

K. Henry Why, how now, uncle Glo'fter?

[Afide.

Glo. Talking of hawking; nothing else, my Lord.— Now, by God's mother, Prieft, I'll shave your crown

for this,

Or all my fence shall fail.

Car. [Afide.] Medice, teipfum.

Protector, fee to't well, protect yourself.

[Afide.

K. Henry The winds grow high, fo do your ftomachs, How irkfome is this mufic to my heart!

[Lords.

When fuch ftrings jar, what hopes of harmony?
I pray, my Lords, let me compound this ftrife.

SCENE II. Enter One, crying, A miracle!
Glo. What means this noife?

Fellow, what miracle doft thou proclaim?

One. A miracle, a miracle!

Suf. Come to the King, and tell him what miracle. One. Forfooth, a blind man at St Alban's fhrine, Within this half-hour hath receiv'd his fight;

A man that ne'er faw in his life before.

K. Henry, Now God be prais'd, that to believing Gives light in darkness, comfort in despair!

[fouls