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[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.

Spir. Adsum.

M.Jourd. 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 !3
Boling. First of the king. What shall of him be-
[Reading out of a paper.
Spir. The duke yet lives, that Henry shall depose;
But him outlive, and die a violent death.

come?

[As the Spirit speaks, SOUTHWELL writes the answer
Boling. What fate awaits 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 upon the sandy plains

Than where castles mounted stand.4

Have done, for more I hardly can endure.

Boling. Descend to darkness, and the burning lake : False fiend, avoid !5

[Thunder and lightning. Spirit descends.

Enter YORK and BUCKINGHAM, hastily, with their Guards, and others.

York. Lay hands upon these traitors, and their trash. Beldame, 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;

[3] It was anciently believed that spirits, who were rised by incantations, remained above ground, and answered questions with reluctance STEEV. [4] I remember to have read this prophecy in some old Chronicle, where I think it ran thus: "Safer shall he be on sand,

"Than where casties mounted stand."

STEEV.

[5] Instead of this short speech the old quarto gives us the following:

"Then down, I say, unto the damned pool,
"Where Pluto in his fiery waggon sits,

"Riding amidst the sing'd and parched smoaks,

"The road of Dytas, by the river Styx;

"There howle and burn for ever in those flames :

"Rise Jordane, rise and stay thy charming spells :-
"'Zounds! we are betray'd!"

Dytas is printed by mistake for Ditis the genitive case of Dis, which is used instead of the nominative by more than one ancient author. STEEV.

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 threat'st where is no cause.

this?

Buck. True, madam, none at all. What call you [Shewing her the papers. 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. -We'll see your trinkets here all forth-coming;

All.-Away!

[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 out-live, and die a violent death.
Why, this is just,

Aio te, acida, 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 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 hardly attain'd,

And hardly understood.

[Reads.

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 them;

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.-Who's within there, ho!

Enter a Servant.

Invite my lords of Salisbury, and Warwick,
To sup with me to-morrow night.-Away!

[Exeunt.

ACT II.

SCENE I.-Saint Albans. Enter King HENRY, Queen MARGARET, GLOSTER, Cardinal, and SUFFOLK, with Falconers hollaing.

Queen Margaret.

BELIEVE me, lords, for flying at the brook,"
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.7

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.8
Suf. No marvel, an it like your majesty,
My lord protector's hawks do tower so well;
They know their master 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 soar.

Car. I thought 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.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 smooth'st it so with king and commonweal! Glo. What, cardinal, is your priesthood grown perémptory?

Tantane animis cælestibus iræ ?

JOHNS.

[6] The falconer's term for hawking at water-fowl. [7] i e. the wind was so high it was ten to one that the old hawk would not have taken her flight at the game. PERCY.The ancient books of hawking do not enable me to decide the merits of this explanation. It may yet be remarked, that the terms belonging to this once popular amusement were in general settled with the utmost precision; and I may at least venture to declare, that a mistress might have been kept at a cheaper rate than a falcon. To compound a medicine to cure one of these birds of worms, it was necessary to destroy no fewer animals than a lamb, a culver, a pigeon, a buck and a cat. I have this from the Boke of Haukinge, bl.1. no date. STEE. [8] Fain, fond. The word, as I am informed, is still us: d in Scotland. STE. [9] To bait, or beat (bathe) is a term in falconry. JOHNS-To bathe, and to beat, or bate, are distinct terms in this diversion. To bathe a hawk was to wash his plumage. To beat, or bate, was to flutter with his wing To beat on a crown, however, is equivalent to an expression still used kammer, i.e. to work in the mind. STEEV.

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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.

Glo. As who, my lord?

Suf. Why, as you, my lord;

An't like your lordly lord-protectorship.

Glo. Why, Suffolk, England knows thine insolence. Q.Mar. And thy ambition, Gloster.

K.Hen. I pr'ythee, peace, good queen ;

And whet not on these furious peers,

For blessed are the peace-makers on earth.
Car. Let me be blessed for the peace I make,
Against this proud protector, with my sword!
Glo. Faith, holy uncle, 'would 'twere come to that!
[Aside to the Cardinal.

Car. Marry, when thou dar'st.
Glo. Make up no factious numbers for the matter,

In thine own person answer thy abuse.

[Aside.

[Aside.

Car. Ay, where thou dar'st not peep: and if thou

dar'st,

This evening, on the east side of the grove.
K.Hen. How now, my lords?

Car. Believe me, cousin Gloster,

Had not your man put up the fowl so suddenly,

[Aside.

We had had more sport.- -Come with thy two-hand

sword. 1

Glo. True, uncle.

[Aside to GLOSTER.

Car. Are you advis'd?—the east side of the grove? Glo. Cardinal, I am with you.

K.Hen. Why, how now, uncle Gloster?

[Aside.

Glo. Talking of hawking; nothing else, my lord.— Now, by God's mother, priest, I'll shave your crown for

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Protector, see to't well, protect yourself.

[Aside.

[Aside.

K.Hen. The winds grow high; so do your stomachs,

lords.

How irksome is this music to my heart!

When such strings jar, what hope of harmony?

I pray, my lords, let me compound this strife.

[1] The two-hand sword was sometimes called the long sword, and in common use before the introduction of the rapier. MAL.

Enter an Inhabitant of Saint Albans,crying, A Miracle!

Glo. What means this noise?

Fellow, what miracle dost thou proclaim?

Inhab. A miracle! a miracle!

Suf. Come to the king and tell him what miracle. Inhab. Forsooth, a blind man at Saint Alban's shrine, Within this half hour, hath receiv'd his sight ;

A man, that never saw in his life before.

K.Hen. Now, God be prais'd! that to believing souls Gives light in darkness, comfort in despair!

Enter the Mayor of Saint Albans, and his Brethren; and SIMPCOx, borne between two Persons in a chair; his Wife and a great Multitude following.

Car. Here come the townsmen on procession, To present your highness with the man.

K.Hen. Great is his comfort in this earthly vale, Although by his sight his sin be multiply'd.

Glo. Stand by, my masters, bring him near the king, His highness' pleasure is to talk with him.

K.Hen. Good fellow, tell us here the circumstance,

That we for thee may glorify the Lord.

What, hast thou been long blind, and now restor❜d ?
Simp. Born blind, an't please your grace.

Wife. Ay, indeed, was he.

Suf. What woman is this?

Wife. His wife, an't like your worship.

Glo. Hadst thou been his mother, thou couldst have better told.

K.Hen. Where wert thou born?

Simp. At Berwick in the north, an't like your grace.
K.Hen. Poor soul! God's goodness hath been great to

Let never day nor night unhallow'd pass,
But still remember what the Lord hath done.

[thee:

Q.Mar. Tell me, good fellow, cam'st thou here by

chance,

Or of devotion, to this holy shrine ?

Simp. God knows, of pure devotion; being call'd
A hundred times, and oftner, in my sleep

By good Saint Alban; who said,-Simpcox, come;
Come, offer at my shrine, and I will help thee.

Wife. Most true, forsooth; and many time and oft Myself have heard a voice to call him so.

Car. What, art thou lame?

Simp. Ay, God Almighty help me!

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