&blquo;Hum.

&blquo;Come, my masters; the dutchess, I tell you, expects performance of your promises.&brquo;

&blquo;Bol.

&blquo;Master Hume, we are therefore provided: Will her ladyship behold and hear our exorcisms?&brquo;

&blquo;Hum.

&blquo;Ay; What else? fear you not her courage.&brquo;

&blquo;Bol.

&blquo;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 Heav'n's name, and leave us.—&brquo;

Mother Jourdain, be you prostrate, and grovel on the earth:—John Southwel, read you; and let us to our work.

&blquo;Dut.
&blquo;Well said, my masters; and welcome all.
&blquo;Come, to this geer; the sooner the better.

&blquo;Bol.
&blquo;Patience, good lady; wizards know their times:
&blquo;Deep night, dark night, the silent of the night,
&blquo;The time of night when Troy was set on fire;
&blquo;The time when scritch-owls cry, and ban-dogs howl* ^note,
&blquo;And spirits walk, and ghosts break up their graves,
&blquo;That time best fits the work we have in hand.
&blquo;Madam, sit you, and fear not; whom we raise,
&blquo;We will make fast within a hallow'd verge. &blquo;Here they do the Ceremonies belonging, and make the &blquo;circle: Bolingbrook, or Southwel, reads, Conjuro &blquo;te, &c. It thunders and lightens terribly; then the Spirit riseth.

&blquo;Spi.
&blquo;Adsum.

&blquo;Jou.
&blquo;Asmath,
&blquo;By the eternal God, whose name and power† ^note

&blquo;Thou trembl'st at, answer that I shall ask;
&blquo;For, 'till thou speak, thou shalt not pass from hence.

&blquo;Spi.
&blquo;Ask what thou wilt:—That I had said and done!

&blquo;Bol.
&blquo;First, of the King; [reading out of a Paper.] What shall become of him?

&blquo;Spi.
&blquo;The duke yet lives, that Henry shall depose;
&blquo;But him out-live, and die a violent death. &blquo;[Southwel writes the Answer.

&blquo;Bol.
&blquo;What fate awaits the duke of Suffolk?

&blquo;Spi.
&blquo;By Water shall he die, and take his end.

&blquo;Bol.
&blquo;What shall befal the duke of Somerset?

&blquo;Spi.
&blquo;Let him shun castles;
  &blquo;Safer shall he be on sand,
  &blquo;Than where castles mounted stand.
&blquo;Have done, for more I hardly can endure.

&blquo;Bol.
&blquo;Descend to darkness, and the burning lake;
&blquo;False fiend, avoid! [Thunder. Spirit descends. &blquo;A Noise of breaking in. Enter York, and Buckingham, hastily; Guard, and Others, with them.

&blquo;Yor.
&blquo;Lay hands upon these traitors, and their trash.—
&blquo;Beldame, I think, we watch'd you to an inch.—
&blquo;What, madam, are you there? the king and commonweal
&blquo;Are deep indebted for this piece of pains;
&blquo;My lord protector will, I doubt it not,
&blquo;See you well guerdon'd for these good deserts.

&blquo;Dut.
&blquo;Not half so bad as thine to England's king,
&blquo;Injurious duke; that threat'st where is no cause.

&blquo;Buc.
&blquo;True, madam, none at all. What call you this? [shewing her the Papers.
&blquo;Away with them; let them be clap'd up close,
&blquo;And kept asunder:—You, madam, shall with us;—
&blquo;Stafford, take her to thee. [Exeunt some to the Dut.
&blquo;We'll see your trinkets here forth-coming all;
&blquo;Away. [Exeunt others, with Bol. Sou. &c.

&blquo;Yor.
&blquo;Lord Buckingham, methinks, you watch'd her well:
&blquo;A pretty plot, well chose to build upon!
&blquo;Now, pray, my lord, let's see the devil's writ.
&blquo;What have we here? [taking the Papers, and reading.

  &blquo;The duke yet lives, that Henry shall depose;
&blquo;But him out-live, and die a violent death.
&blquo;Why, this is just,—
&blquo;Aio te, Æacida, Romanos vincere posse.
&blquo;Well, to the rest:

Q. What fate awaits the duke of Suffolk?

A. By Water shall he die, and take his end.

Q. What shall befal the duke of Somerset?

A. Let him shun castles;

&blquo;Buc.
&blquo;Your grace shall give me leave, my lord of York,
&blquo;To be the post, in hope of his reward.

&blquo;Yor.
&blquo;At your pleasure, my good lord.—Who's within there, ho! Enter a Servant.
&blquo;Invite my lords of Salisbury, and Warwick,
&blquo;To sup with me to-morrow night.—Away. [Exeunt* ^note.

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