Duch.

Well said, my masters; and welcome all ^note. To ^note this gear the sooner the better.

Boling.
Patience, good lady; wizards know their times:
Deep night, dark night, the silent ^note 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 ^note 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 ^note the ceremonies belonging, and make the circle; Bolingbroke or Southwell reads, Conjuro te, &c. It thunders and lightens terribly; then the Spirit riseth.

Spir.
Adsum ^note.

M. Jourd.
Asmath ^note,
By the eternal God, whose name and power
Thou tremblest at, answer that I shall ask ^note;
For, till thou speak, thou shalt not pass from hence ^note.

Spir.
Ask what thou wilt. That I had said and done! ^{note note}

Boling.
‘First of the king: what shall of him become ^note?’ ^note [Reading ^note out of a paper.

Spir.
The duke yet lives that Henry shall depose;
But him outlive, and die a violent death. [As the Spirit ^note speaks, Southwell writes the answer.

Boling.
‘What fates await ^note 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 ^note upon the sandy plains ^note
Than where castles mounted stand ^note.
Have done, for more I hardly can endure.

Boling.
Descend to darkness and the burning lake!
False ^note fiend, avoid! [Thunder and lightning. Exit Spirit. ^note

Enter the Duke of York and the Duke of Buckingham with their Guard and break in.

York.
Lay hands upon these traitors and their trash.
Beldam, I think we watch'd you at an inch.
What, madam, are you there? the king and commonweal ^note
Are deeply ^note 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 threatest where's ^note no cause. ^note

Buck.
True, madam, none at all: what call you this?
Away with them! let them be clapp'd up close,
And kept asunder ^note. You, madam, shall with us.
Stafford, take her to thee. [Exeunt ^note above Duchess and Hume, guarded.
We'll see your trinkets here all forthcoming ^note.
All, away! ^note [Exeunt ^note guard with Jourdain, Southwell, &c.

York.
Lord Buckingham, methinks, you watch'd her well:
A pretty plot, well chosen ^note to build upon!
Now, pray, my lord, let's see the devil's writ.
What have we here? [Reads.
‘The duke yet lives, that Henry shall depose;
But him outlive, and die a violent death.’
Why, this is just
‘Aio te, Æacida, ^note 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 ^note the Duke of Somerset?
Let him shun castles;
Safer shall he be upon the sandy plains ^note
Than where castles mounted stand ^note.’
Come, come ^note, my lords; ^note
These oracles are hardly ^note attain'd,
And hardly understood. ^note
The king is now in progress towards Saint Alban's,
With him the husband of this lovely lady:
Thither go ^note these news, as fast as horse can carry them ^{note note}:
A sorry breakfast for my 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. ^note Who's within there, ho! ^note Enter a Servingman.
Invite my Lords of Salisbury and Warwick
To sup with me to-morrow night. Away! [Exeunt.

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