Hum.

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

Bol.

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

Hum.

Ay; What else? fear you not her courage.

Bol.

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 be ^note 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 Southwel, read you; and let us to our work.

Dut.

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

Bol.
Patience, good lady; wizards know their times:
Deep night, dark night, the silent of ^note the night,
The time of night when Troy was set on fire;
The time when scritch-owls cry, and ban dogs ^note 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 do the Ceremonies belonging, and make the Circle: Bolingbrook, or Southwel, reads, Conjuro te, &c. It thunders and lightens terribly; then the Spirit riseth.

Spi.
Adsum.

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

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

Bol.
First, of the king; [reading out of a Paper.] What shall become of him ^note?

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

Bol.
What fate awaits ^note the duke of Suffolk?

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

Bol.
What shall befal the duke of Somerset?

Spi.
Let him shun castles;
  Safer shall he be ^note on sand,14Q0800
  Than where castles mounted stand.
Have done, for more I hardly can endure.

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

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

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

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

Yor.
Lord Buckingham, methinks, you watch'd her well:
A pretty plot, well chose ^note to build upon!
Now, pray, my lord, let's see the devil's writ.
What have we here? [taking the Papers, and reading,
  The duke yet lives, that Henry shall depose;
But him out-live, and die a violent death.
Why, this is just,—

Aio te, Æacida, Romanos vincere posse.
Well, to the rest:
Q. What ^note 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;
  Safer shall he be on sand,
  Than where castles mounted stand.
Come, come away, my lords: these oracles
Are hardily attain'd, and hardly ^note understood.
The king is now in progress towards Saint Alban's;
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.

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

Yor.
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.

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