Deep night, dark night, the silent of the night, 6 The time of night when Troy was set on fire; The time when screech-owls cry, and ban-dogs 1 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. 1 [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. Spi. Adsum. M. Jour. 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. Spi. Ask what thou wilt.-That I had said and done! come?' Bol. First, of the king. What shall of him be[reading out of a paper. Spi. The duke yet lives that Henry shall depose; But him outlive, and die a violent death. [as the Spirit speaks, Southwell writes the answer. Bol. What fate awaits the duke of Suffolk? Spi. By water shall he die, and take his end. I Watch dogs. 6 Bol. What shall befal the duke of Somerset ?' Spi. Let him shun castles: Safer shall he be upon the sandy plains, Than where castles mounted stand. 66 Have done, for more I hardly can endure. Bol. 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. Beldam, 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'd1 for these good deserts. Duch. Not half so bad as thine to England's 66 king, Injurious duke; that threat'st where is no cause. Buck. True, madam, none at all. What call [showing her the papers. you this? · Away with them; let them be clapp'd up close, And kept asunder.-You, madam, shall with us :— 'Stafford, take her to thee. [Exit Duchess from above. 1 Rewarded. [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 : [reads. 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 · A them; sorry breakfast for my lord protector. 'Buck. Your grace shall give me leave, my of York, To be the post, in hope of his reward. lord York. At your pleasure, my good lord.-Who's ' within there? ho! Enter Servant. Invite my lords of Salisbury and Warwick [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I. Saint Albans. Enter KING HENRY, QUEEN MARGARET, GLOSTER, CARDINAL, and SUFFOLK, with Falconers hollaing. 'Q. Mar. Believe me, lords, for flying at the brook,1 I saw not 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. 66 'K. Hen. But what a point, my lord, your falcon made, And what a pitch she flew above the rest!— To see how God in all his creatures works! Yea, man and birds are fain of climbing high. My lord protector's hawks do tower so well: 1 The falconer's term for hawking at water fowl. They know, their master loves to be aloft, "And bears his thoughts above his falcon's pitch. · Glos. My lord, 'tis but a base ignoble mind That mounts no higher than a bird can soar. 'Car. I thought as much; he'd be above the clouds. 'Glos. Ay, my lord cardinal: how think you by that? Were it not good, your grace could fly to heaven? "K. Hen. The treasury 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 smoothest it so with king and commonweal! ⚫ Glos. What, cardinal, is your priesthood grown peremptory? "Tantæne animis cœlestibus iræ ? ⚫ Churchmen so hot? good uncle, hide such malice: With such holiness can you do it? 'Suf. No malice, sir; no more than well becomes So good a quarrel, and so bad a peer. Glos. As who, my lord? Suf. Why, as you, my lord; An 't like your lordly lord-protectorship. Glos. Why, Suffolk, England knows thine inso lence. Q. Mar. And thy ambition, Gloster. K. Hen. Good I pr'ythee, peace, queen; and whet not on these furious peers, For blessed are the peacemakers on earth. |