And in her heart she scorns her poverty:
Shall I not live to be avenged on her?
Contemptuous base-born callat* as she is,
She vaunted 'mongst her minions t'other day,
The very train of her worst wearing-gown
Was better worth than all my father's lands,
Till Suffolk gave two dukedoms for his daughter.
Suf. Madam, myself have limed a bush for her;
And placed a quire of such enticing birds,
That she will light to listen to the lays,
And never mount to trouble you again.
So, let her rest: And, madam, list to me;
For I am bold to counsel you in this.
Although we fancy not the cardinal,

Yet we must join with him, and with the lords,
Till we have brought duke Humphrey in disgrace.
As for the duke of York, this late complaint +
Will make but little for his benefit:

So, one by one, we'll weed them all at last.

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,

Dispute not that: York is the worthier.

Car. Ambitious Warwick, let thy betters speak.
War. The cardinal 's not my better in the field.

Buck. All in this presence are thy betters, Warwick,
War. Warwick may live to be the best of all.

Sal. Peace, son ;- and show some reason, Buckingham,
Why Somerset should be preferred in this.

Q. Mar. Because the king, forsooth, will have it so.
Glo. Madam, the king is old enough himself
To give his censure: § these are no women's matters.
Q. Mar. If he be old enough, what needs your grace
To be protector of his excellence?

Glo. Madam, I am protector of the realm;
And, at his pleasure, will resign my place.

Suf. Resign it then, and leave thine insolence.
Since thou wert king, (as who is king, but thou ?)
The commonwealth hath daily run to wreck :
The Dauphin hath prevail'd beyond the seas

* Trull.

† Of Peter, the armourer's man against his master. + Deny.

Opinion.

And all the peers and nobles of the realm

Have been as bondmen to thy sovereignty.

Car. The Commons hast thou rack'd; the clergy's bags

Are lank and lean with thy extortions.

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: Could I come near your beauty with my nails,

I'd set my ten commandments in your face.*

K. Hen. Sweet aunt, be quiet; 'twas against her will.
Duch. Against her will! Good king, look to 't in time;

She'll hamper thee, and dandle thee like a baby:
Though in this place most master wear no breeches,

She shall not strike dame Eleanor unrevenged. [Exit DUCHESS.
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.

Re-enter GLOSTER.

[Exit BUCKINGHAM.

Glo. Now, lords, my choler being over-blown,
With walking once about the quadrangle,
I come to talk of commonwealth affairs.
As for your spiteful false objections,
Prove them, and I lie open to the law:
But God in mercy so deal with my soul,
As I in duty love my king and country
But, to the matter that we have in hand :-
I say, my sovereign, York is meetest man
To be your regent in the realm of France.
Suf. Before we make election, give me leave
To show some reason, of no little force,
That York is most unmeet of any man.

York. I'll tell thee, Suffolk, why I am unmeet.
First, for I cannot flatter thee in pride:
Next, if I be appointed for the place,
My lord of Somerset will keep me here,
Without discharge, money, or furniture,
Till France be won into the Dauphin's hands.

* The marks of her fingers.

Last time, I danced attendance on his will,
Till Paris was besieged, famish'd, and lost.
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

That doth accuse his master of high treason:

His words were these ;-that Richard, duke of York,
Was rightful heir unto the English crown;

And that your majesty was an usurper.

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 ?
Glo. This doom, my lord, if I may judge.
Let Somerset be regent o'er the French,
Because in York this breeds suspicion;
And let these have a day appointed them
For single combat in convenient place;
For he hath witness of his servant's malice:
This is the law, and this duke Humphrey's doom.
K. Hen. Then be it so. My lord of Somerset,
We make your grace lord regent o'er the French.
Som. I humbly thank your royal majesty.

Hor. And I accept the combat willingly.

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.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV.-The same. The Duke of GLOSTER'S Garden.

Enter MARGERY JOURDAIN, HUME, SOUTHWELL, and BOLING

BROKE.

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: 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 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

Thou tremblest at, answer that I shall ask;

For, till thou speak, thou shalt not pass from 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 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

others.

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

What, madam, are you there? the king and commonweal
Are deeply indebted for this piece of pains;

My lord protector will, I doubt it not,

See you well guerdon'd* for these good deserts.
Duch. Not half so bad as thine to England's king,
Injurious duke; that threat'st where is no cause.
Buck. True, madam, none at all. What call you this?
[Showing her the papers.

Away with them; let them be clapp'd up close,
And kept asunder:-You, madam, shall with us:
Stafford, take her to thee.-
We'll see your trinkets here all forth-coming;
All-Away!

[Exit DUCHESS from above.

[Exeunt Guards, with SOUTH., BOLING., &c.
York. Lord Buckingham, methinks, 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?

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:

Tell me what fate awaits the duke of Suffolk?

By water shall he die, and take his end.

What shall betide the duke of Somerset ?

Let him shun castles;

Safer shall he be upon the sandy plains,

Than where castles mounted stand.

Come, come, my lords;

These oracles are hardily attain'd,

And hardly understood.

The king is now in progress toward Saint Albans.

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.

[Reads.

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 SERVANT.

Invite my lords of Salisbury, and Warwick,
To sup with me to-morrow night.-Away!

[Exeunt.

*Rewarded.