be bufy below; and fo, I pray you, go in God's name, and leave us. [Exit HUME.] Mother Jourdain, be you proftrate, and grovel on the earth :--John Southwel, read you; and let us to our work.

Enter ELEANOR, alove.

Elan. Well said, my maiters; and welcome all. To this jeer; the fooner the better.

Baling. Patience, good lady; wizards know their

times:

Deep night, dark night, the filent of the night,
The time of night when Troy was fet on fire;
The time when fereech-owls cry, and ban-dogs howl,
When fpir';s walk, and ghofts break up their graves,
That time beft 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 perform the Ceremonies, and make the
Circle; BOLINGBROKE, SOUTHWEL, reads,
Conjuro te, &c. It thunders and lightens ter-
ribly; then the Spirit rifeth.

Spirit. Adfum.

M. Jourd. Afmath,

By the eternal God, whofe name and power
Thou trembleft at, answer that I fhall afk;

For, 'till thou fpeak, thou fhalt not pass from hence, Spirit. Aik what thou wilt :-That I had aid and done!

come?

Boling. First, of the king. What fhall of him be [Reading out of a Paper, Spirit. The duke yet lives, that Henry fhall depofe;

But him out-live and die a violent death.

[As the Spirit fpeaks, they write the Anfower.

Boling.

Boling. What fates await the duke of Suffolk ? Spirit. By Water fhall he die, and take his end. Boling. What fhall befal the duke of Somerfet? Spirit. Let him fhun caftles

Safer fhall he be upon the fandy plains,

Than where caftles mounted stand.

Have done, for more I hardly can endure. Boling.Defcend to darkness, and the burning lake: Falfe fiend, avoid!

[Thunder and Lightning. Spirit 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 trafh.

Beldame, I think, we watch'd you at an inch.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 thefe good deferts.
Elean. Not half fo bad as thine to England's king,
Injurious duke; that threat'ft where is no caufe.
Buck. True, madam, none at all. What call
you this?
[Sherwing her the Papers.
Away with them; let them be clapp'd up close,
And kept afunder:-You, madam, fhall with us:-
Stafford, take her to thee.-

We'll fee your trinkets here forth-coming all;
Away! [Exeunt Guards with JOURD. SOUTH. Sc.
York. Lord Buckingham, methinks, you watch'd
her well;

A pretty plot, well chofe to build upon!
Now, pray, my lord, let's fee the devil's writ.

What

What have we here?

The duke yet lives, that Henry fhall depofe;

But him out-live, and die a violent death.

[Reads.

Why, this is juft, Aio te, Æacida, Romanos vincere poffe. Well, to the rest:

Tell me what fate awaits the duke of Suffolk ?

By Water fhall he die, and take his end.
What fhall betide the duke of Somerfet?
Let him fhun caftles;

Safer fhall he be on the fandy plains,
Than where caftles mounted stand.
Come, come, my lords:

Thefe oracles are hardily attain'd,

And hardly understood.

The king is now in progrefs towards Saint Alban's; With him, the husband of this lovely lady:

Thither go thefe news, as fast as horse can carry A forry breakfaft for my lord protector. [them; Buck. Your grace shall give me leave, my lord of York,

To be the poft, 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 fup with me to-morrow night.-Away!

[Exeunt.

ACT

ACT II.

SCENE I. At St Alban's.

Enter King HENRY, Queen, GLOSTER, Cardinal, an
SUFFOLK, with Falconers hallowing.
Queen Margaret.

BELIEVE me, lords, for flying at the brook,
I faw no better sport these seven years' day :
Yet, by your leave, the wind was very high;
And, ten to one, old Joan had not gone out.
K. Henry. But what a point, my lord, your fal
con made,

And what a pitch fhe flew above the rest!-
To fee how God in all his creatures works!
Yea, man and birds are fain of climbing high.
Suf. No marvel, an it like your majesty,
My lord protector's hawks do tower fo well;
They know, their mafter loves to be aloft,
And bears his thoughts above his falcon's pitch.
Glo. My lord, 'tis but a base ignoble mind
That mounts no higher than a bird can foar.
Car. Ithought as much; he'd be above the clouds.
Glo. Ay, my lord cardinal; How think you by
that?

Were it not good, your grace could fly to heaven?
K. Henry. The treafury 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

That smooth'ft it fo with king and commonweal! Glo. What, cardinal, is your priesthood grown Tantane animis cœleftibus ira? [fo peremptory? Churchmen fo hot? good uncle, hide fuch malice; With fuch holinefs can you do it?

Suf. No malice, fir; no more than well becomes
So good a quarrel, and fo bad a peer.
Glo. As who, my lord?

Suf. Why, as yourself, my lord;
An't like your lordly lord-protectorship.

Glo. Why, Suffolk, England knows thine info 2. Mar. And thy ambition, Gloster.

[lence. K. Henry. I pry'thee, peace, good queen; And whet not on thefe too, too furious peers, For bleffed are the peace-makers on earth.

Car. Let me be bleffed for the peace I make, Against this proud protector, with my sword! Glo. Faith, holy uncle, 'would 'twere] come to that.

Car. Marry, when thou dar'ft.

Glo. Make up no factious numbers for the matter,

In thine own person answer thy abufe.
Car. Ay, where thou dar'ft not peep:
an if thou dar'it,

This evening, on the eaft fide of the grove..
K. Henry. How now, my lords?

Car. Believe me, coufin Glofter,

Afide.

Had not your man put up the fowl fo fuddenly, We'd had more fport.-Come with thy two-hand fword. [Afide to GLOSTER,

Glo. True, uncle.

Are you advis'd?-the eaft fide of the grove?

Cardinal I am with you.

C 2

Afide.

K. Henry,