SCENE IV. GLOUCESTER'S garden. Enter MARGERY JOURDAIN, HUME, SOUTHWELL, and BOLINGBROKE. HUME. Come, my masters; the duchess, I tell you, expects performance of your promises. 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 Southwell, read you; and let us to our work. Enter DUCHESS aloft, HUME following. DUCH. Well said, my masters; and welcome all. To this gear the sooner the better. BOLING. Patience, good lady; wizards know their times: Deep night, dark night, the silent of the night, howl And 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 do the ceremonies belonging, and make the circle; BOLINGBROKE or SOUTHWELL reads, Conjuro te, etc. It thunders and lightens terribly; then the Spirit riseth. SPIR. Adsum. M. JOURD. Asmath, By the eternal God, whose name and power For, till thou speak, thou shalt not pass from hence. and done! BOLING. First of the king: what shall of him [Reading out of a paper. become? SPIR. The duke yet lives that Henry shall de pose; But him outlive, and die a violent death. [As the Spirit speaks, SOUTHWELL writes the answer. BOLING. What fates await the Duke of Suffolk? SPIR. By water shall he die, and take his end. BOLING. What shall befall the Duke of Somerset ? SPIR. 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. Exit Spirit Enter the DUKE OF YORK and the DUKE OF BUCK INGHAM with their Guard and break in. YORK. Lay hands upon these traitors and their trash. Beldam, I think we watch'd you at an inch. Are deeply indebted for this piece of pains: Away with them! let them be clapp'd up close, [Exeunt above DUCHESS and HUME, guarded. We'll see your trinkets here all forthcoming. All, away! [Exeunt Guard with JOURDAIN, SOUTHWELL, etc. YORK. Lord Buckingham, methinks, you watch'd her well: A pretty plot, well chosen to build upon! The duke yet lives, that Henry shall depose; But him outlive, and die a violent death. Why, this is just Aio te, Eacida, Romanos vincere posse. Well, to the rest : [Reads. Tell me what fate awaits the Duke of Suffolk? Let him shun castles; Safer shall he be upon the sandy plains Than where castles mounted stand. Come, come, my lords; These oracles are hardly attain'd, And hardly understood. The king is now in progress towards Saint Alban's, With him the husband of this lovely lady: 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 ACT THE SECOND SCENE I. Saint Alban's. Enter the KING, QUEEN, GLOUCESTER, CARDINAL, and SUFFOLK, with Falconers halloing. QUEEN. Believe me, lords, for flying at the brook, I saw not better sport these seven years' day: made, And what a pitch she flew above the rest! GLOU. Ay, my lord cardinal? how think you by that? Were it not good your grace could fly to heaven? KING. The treasury of everlasting joy. CAR. Thy heaven is on earth; thine eyes and thoughts Beat on a crown, the treasure of thy heart; That smooth'st it so with king and commonweal! GLOU. What, cardinal, is your priesthood grown peremptory? Tantæne animis cœlestibus iræ ? Churchmen so hot? good uncle, hide such 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. |