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And in her heart she scorns her poverty:
Suf. Madam, myself have limed a bush for her;
And you yourself shall steer the happy helm.
Enter KING HENRY, YORK, and SOMERSET, conversing with him; Duke and Duchess of GLOSTER, CARDINAL BEAUFORT, BUCKINGHAM, SALISBURY, and WARWICK.
K. Hen. For my part, noble lords, I care not which;
Or Somerset, or York, all's one to me.
York. If York have ill demean'd himself in France, Then let him be denay'd‡ the regentship.
Som. If Somerset be unworthy of the place, Let York be regent, I will yield to him.
War. Whether your grace be worthy, yea, or no,
Car. Ambitious Warwick, let thy betters speak.
Q. Mar. Because the king, forsooth, will have it so.
To give his censure: § these are no women's matters.
Glo. Madam, I am protector of the realm;
Suf. Resign it then, and leave thine insolence.
† Of Peter, the armourer's man against his master.
And all the peers and nobles of the realm
Car. The Commons hast thou rack'd; the clergy's bags
Som. Thy sumptuous buildings, and thy wife's attire, Have cost a mass of public treasury.
Buck. Thy cruelty in execution, Upon offenders, hath exceeded law, And left thee to the mercy of the law.
Q. Mar. Thy sale of offices, and towns in France,If they were known, as the suspect is great,Would make thee quickly hop without thy head. Exit GLOSTER. The QUEEN drops her Fan. Give me my fan: What, minion! can you not? [Gives the DUCHESS a box on the Ear.
I cry you mercy, madam; Was it you?
Duch. Was't I? yea, I it was, proud Frenchwoman:
K. Hen. Sweet aunt, be quiet; 'twas against her will.
Buck. Lord cardinal, I will follow Eleanor, And listen after Humphrey, how he proceeds: She's tickled now: her fume can need no spurs, She'll gallop fast enough to her destruction.
Glo. Now, lords, my choler being over-blown,
Suf. Before we make election, give me leave
York. I'll tell thee, Suffolk, why I am unmeet.
*The marks of her fingers.
Last time, I danced attendance on his will,
War. That I can witness; and a fouler fact Did never traitor in the land commit.
Suf. Peace, headstrong Warwick!
War. Image of pride, why should I hold my peace ?
Enter Servants of SUFFOLK, bringing in HORNER and PETER.
Suf. Because here is a man accused of treason: Pray God, the duke of York excuse himself!
York. Doth any one accuse York for a traitor?
K. Hen. What mean'st thou, Suffolk? tell me: What are these ?
Suf. Please it your majesty, this is the man
K. Hen. Say, man, were these thy words?
Hor. An't shall please your majesty, I never said nor thought any such matter: God is my witness, I am falsely accused by the villain.
Pet. By these ten bones, my lords [Holding up his Hands, he did speak them to me in the garret one night, as we were scouring my lord of York's armour.
York. Base dunghill 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 rigour of the law.
Hor. Alas, my lord, hang me, if ever I spake the words. My accuser 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 majesty, do not cast away an honest man for a villain's accusation.
K. Hen. Uncle, what shall we say to this in law?
K. Hen. Then be it so. My lord of Somerset,
Som. I humbly thank your royal majesty.
Pet. Alas, my lord, I cannot fight; for God's sake, pity my case! the spite of man prevaileth against me. O, Lord, have mercy upon me! I shall never be able to fight a blow: O Lord, my heart!
Glo. Sirrah, or you must fight, or else be hang'd.
K. Hen. Away with them to prison: and the day Of combat shall be the last of the next month. Come, Somerset, we'll see thee sent away.
SCENE IV.-The same. The Duke of GLOSTER'S Garden. Enter MARGERY JOURDAIN, HUME, SOUTHWELL, and BOLING
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, above.
Duch. Well said, my masters; and welcome all. To this geer; the sooner the better.
Boling. Patience, good lady; wizards know their times:
Madam, sit you, and fear not; whom we raise,
[Here they perform the Ceremonies appertaining, and make the Circle; BOLINGBROKE, or SOUTHWELL, reads, Conjuro, te, &c. It thunders and lightens terribly; then the SPIRIT riseth. Spir. Adsum.
M. Jourd. Asmath.
By the eternal God, whose name and power
Spir. Ask what thou wilt:t-That I had said and done!
Spir. The duke yet lives, that Henry shall depose; But him outlive, and die a violent death.
[As the SPIRIT speaks, SOUTHWELL writes the answer. Boling. What fate awaits 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. SPIRIT descends. Enter YORK and BUCKINGHAM, hastily, with their Guards, and
York. Lay hands upon these traitors, and their trash.
Duch. Not half so bad as thine to England's king,
Buck. True, madam, none at all. What call you this? [Showing her the papers.
[Exit DUCHESS from above.
Away with them; let them be clapp'd up close,
The duke yet lives, that Henry shall depose;
acida, Romanos vincere posse.
Tell me what fate awaits the duke of Suffolk?
Safer shall he be upon the sandy plains,
Come, come, my lords;
These oracles are hardily attain'd,
The king is now in progress toward Saint Albans.
Enter a SERVANT. Invite my lords of Salisbury, and Warwick, To sup with me to-morrow night.-Away! * Rewarded.
Thither go these news, as fast as horse can carry them;
Buck. Your grace shall give me leave, my lord of York,
York. At your pleasure, my good lord.Who's within there, ho!