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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
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.
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 time when screech-owls cry and ban-dogs
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 Thou tremblest at, answer that I shall ask; For, till thou speak, thou shalt not pass froin hence. SPIR. 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. 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. Boline. 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.
at an inch.
you well guerdon'd for these good deserts.
[Exeunt above Duchess and Hume, guarded.
[Exeunt Guard with JOURDAIN, SOUTHWELL, etc. YORK. Lord Buckingham, methinks, you watch'd
Tell me what fate awaits the Duke of Suffolk ?
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 THE SECOND
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:
Sur. No marvel, an it like your majesty,
Glou. My lord, 'tis but a base ignoble mind That mounts no higher than a bird can soar. Car. I thought as much; he would be above
the clouds. 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.
peremptory? Tantæne animis coelestibus irce ? Churchmen so hot? good uncle, hide such malice; With such holiness can you do it?
Sur. No malice, sir; no more than well becomes So good a quarrel and so bad a peer.