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Arm. An't shall please your Majesty, I never faid nor thought any such Natter; God is my witness, I am fally accus'd by the Villain.

Peter. By these ten Bones, my Lord, he did speak them to me in the Garret one Night, as we were scow'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 beseech your Royal Majesty,
Let him have all the rigor of the Law..

Arm. Alas, my Lord, hang meif ever I fpake the Words my Accuser is my Prentice, and when I did correct bim for his Fault the other Day, he did vow upon his Knees he would be even with me. I have good witnefs of this; there. fore I beseech your Majefty, do not cáft away an honest Man for a Villain's Accusation.

K. Henry. Uncle, what shall we say to this in Law

Glo. This doom, my Lord, if I may judge:
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 witness 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, 1 cannot fight; for God's fake pity my Case; the spight of my Master prevaileth against me. Ó Lord have mercy upon me, I shall never be able to fight a blow: 0 Lord, my Heart.

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

K. Henry. Away with them to Prifon; and the day of Combat, shall be the last of the next Month. Come somierset, we'll see thee sent away.

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

Bullingbrook. Humë. Čome, my Masters, the Dutchess, I tell you, exe pects performance of your Proinises.

Bulling. Master Hume, we are therefore provided : Will ker Ladythip behold and hear eur Exorcisms?


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 shall be convenient, Malter Hume, that you be by her aloft, while we be busie 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; Fohre Southwel, read you, and let us to our work.

Enter Eleanor above. Elean. Well said, my Masters, and welcome to all: Tor this geer, the sooner 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 set on Fire, The time when Screech-owls cry, and Ban-dogs howl; When Spirits walk, and Ghofts 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 hallow'd Verge. [Here they do the Ceremonies belonging, and make the Circle,

Bullingbrook, or Southwel reads, Conjuro te, doc. It Thunders and Lightens terribly; then the Spirit riseth. Spirit. Adfum.

. Ford. Asmuth, by the eternal God, Whose 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 said, and done! Bulling. First of the King: What shall of him become.

Spirit. The Duke yet lives, that Henry thall depose: But him out-live, and die a violent Deatb.

[As the Spirit speaks they write the Answer.
Bulling. What Fates await the Duke of Suffolk ?
Spirit. By Water shall he die, and take his End.
Bulling. What shall befall the Duke of Somerset?

Spirit. Let him Tun Castles.
Sater Mall he be upon the sandy Plains,
Than where Calles mounted stand..
Have done, for more I hardly can endure.

Bulling. Descend to Darkness, and the burning Lake, False Fiend avoid. (Thunder and Lightning. Spirii defcends,


Enter the Duke of York, and the Duke of Buckingham,

with their Guard, and break in. York. Lay Hands upon these Traitors and their trash: 7: Beldam, I think we watch'd you at an loch.' 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 these good deserts.

Elean. Not half so bad as thine to England's King, Injurious Duke, that threatn'ft where's no cause. Buck. True, Madam, none at all: What call you

this? Away with them, let them be clap'd up close, And kept asunder: You Madam fhall with us. Stafford, take her to thee. We'll see your Trinkets kere forth-coming all. Away. (Exeunt Guard with Jordan, Southwel, &c.

York. Lord Buckingham, metbinks you watch'd her well; A pretty Plot, well chosen to build upon. Now, pray my Lord, let's see the Devil's Writ. What have we here?

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

, Ajo te Aacidem Romanos vincere poffe. Well, to the set: Tell me what fate awaits the Duke of Suffolk ? By Water Mall he die and take his End. What Mall becide the Duke of Somerset? Let him mun Caftles Safer shall be be upon the fandy Plains, Than where Caffles mounted stand. Come, come, my Lords, These Oracles are bardly attain'd, And hardly understood. The King is now in progress towards St. Albums, With him the Husband of this lovely Lady: Thither


these News, As fast as Horfe can carry them: A sorry breakfast for my Lord Protector,

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


York. At your Pleasure, my good Lord. Who's within there, hoe?

Enter a Serving-man. Invite my Lords of Salisbury and Warwick. To sup with me to morrow Night. Away. [Exeunt. Enter King Henry, Queer, Protezor, Cardinal, and Suffolk,

with Faulkners hollowing. 2. Mar. 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, iw 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 reft:-
To see how God in all his Creatures works,
Yea Man and Birds are fain of climbing high.

Suf. No marvel, and it like your Majesty,
My Lord Protector's Hawks do towre so well;
They know their Master 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
Car. I thought as much, he would be above the Clouds.

Glo. Ay, my Lord Cardinal, how think you by thao? Were it not good, your Grace could fly to Heay'n?

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, Pernicious Protector, dangerous Peer, That smooth'it it so with King and Commonweal.

Glo. What, Cardinal! -

Priesthood grown fo peremptory?
Tantæne animis Cæleftibus ira ? Churchmen fo bot?
Good Uncle, hide luch Malice:
With such Holiness can you do it?

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

Gło. As who, my Lord?

Suf. Why, as you, my Lord,
An't like your Lordly Lord Protectorship.
Glo. Why, Suffolk, England knows thine Infolence.

2. Mar.

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9.Mar. And thy Ambition, Gloster.

K. Henry. I prithee peace, good Queen, And whet' not on these too too furious Peers, For blessed 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 Car. Marry, when thou dar'ft, [chat.

Glo. Make up no factious Numbers for that
In thine own person answer thy Abuse. [matter. } Aside

Car. Ay, where thou dar't not peep:
And if thou dar'ft, this Evening,
On the East side of the Grove.

K. Henry. How now, my Lords?

Car. Believe me, Cousin Glo'ster,
Had not your Man put up the Fowl fo fuddenly,
We had had more sport
Come with thy two-Hand Sword, [4lide to Glo

Glo. True, Uncle, are ye advis’d?.
The East fide of the Grove:
Cardinal, I am with you.

[ K. Henry. Why how now, Uncle Glofter?

Glo. Talking of Hawking, nothing else, my Lord,
Now by God's Mother, Priest,
I'll shave your Crown for this,
Or all my fence shall fail.

[4fidei Car. Aside.) Medice cura teipsum, Protector fee too't well

, K. Henry. The Winds grow high, [protect your self

So do your Stomachs, Lords.
How irksome is this Musick to my Heart?:
When such Strings jar, what hope of Harmony?
I pray, my Lords, let me compound this strife,

Enter One, crying A Miracle.
Gle. What means this Noise?
Fellow, what Miracle do'st thou proclaim?

One. A Miracle, a Miracle.
Suf. Come to the King, and tell him what Miracles

One. Forsooth, a blind Man at St. Alban's Shrine,
Within this half hour hath receiv'd his fight,
A Man that ne'er Saw in his Life before,

K. Hery:

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