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"And that your Majefty was an ufurper.
K. Henry. Say, man; were these thy words? Arm. An't fhall please your Majesty, I never faid nor thought any fuch matter: God is my witness, I am falfly accus'd by the villain.
Pet. By these ten bones, my lord, he did speak them to me in the garret one night, as we were fcow'ring my lord of York's armour..
York. Bafe dunghil villain, and mechanical, I'll have thy head for this thy traitor's speech: I do befeech your royal Majefty,
Let him have all the rigour of the Law.
Arm. Alas, my lord, hang me, if ever I fpake the words. My accufer is my prentice, and when I did correct him for his fault the other day, he did vow upon his knees he would be even with me. I have good witnefs of this; therefore, I beseech your Majefty do not cast away an honeft man for a villain's accufation.
K. Henry. Uncle, what shall we fay to this in Law? Glo. This doom, my lord, if I may judge: Let Somerset be Regent o'er the French, Because in York this breeds fufpicion. And let these have a day appointed them For fingle Combat in convenient place; For he hath witness of his fervant's malice. This is the law, and this Duke Humphry's doom: K. Henry. Then be it fo: My Lord of Somerset, We make your Grace Regent over the French. Som. I humbly thank your royal Majesty. Arm. And I accept the Combat willingly.
Peter. Alas, my lord, I cannot fight; for God's fake pity my cafe; the fpight of Man prevaileth against me: O lord, have mercy upon me! I fhall never be able to fight a blow: O lord, my heart!
Glo. Sirrah, or you must fight, or else be hang'd. K. Henry. Away with them to prifon; and the day of Combat fhall be the laft of the next month. Come, Somerset, we'll fee thee fent away. [Flourish. Exeunt.
The Witch's Cave.
Enter Mother Jordan, Hume, Southwel, and
OME, my mafters; the Dutchess, I tell you, expects performance of your promises. Boling. Mafter Hume, we are therefore provided: will her ladyship behold and hear our exorcifms? Hume. Ay, what else? fear not her courage.
Boling. I have heard her reported to be a woman of an invincible fpirit; but it fhall be convenient, Master Hume, that you be by her aloft, while we be bufy below; and fo I pray you, go in God's name, and leave us. [Exit Hume.] Mother Jordan, be proftrate and grovel on the earth; John Southwel, read you, and let us to our work.
Enter Eleanor, above.
Elean. Well faid, my masters, and welcome to all: to this geer, the fooner the better.
Boling. Patience, good lady: wizards know their
5 Deep night, dark night, the filent of the night,
5 Deep night, dark night, the filent of the night.] The filent of the night is a claffical expreffion; and means an interlunar night. Amica filentia Luna. So Pliny, Inter omnes verò convenit, utiliffi -mè in coitu ejus fterni, quem diem alii interlunii, alii filentis Luna appellant. Lib. xvi. cap. 39. In imitation of this language, Milton fays,
The Sun to me is dark
[Here they perform the Ceremonies, and make the circle; Bolingbrook or Southwel reads, Conjuro te, &c. It thunders and lightens terribly; then the Spirit rifeth.
M. Jord. Afmuth, by the eternal God, whofe name
Spirit. The Duke yet lives, that Henry shall depofe : But him out-live, and die a violent death.
[As the Spirit fpeaks, they write the answer. Boling. Tell me, what fates await the Duke of
Spirit. By Water fhall he die, and take his end.
Safer fhall he be on the fandy plains,
Boling. Defcend to darkness, and the burning lake:
[Thunder and Lightning. Spirit descends. 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:
Elean. Not half fo bad as thine to England's King,
Buck. True, Madam, none at all: What call you
Away with them, let them be clap'd up close,
Stafford, take her to thee.
We'll fee your Trinkets here forth-coming all.
[Exeunt Guards with Jordan, Southwel, &c. Lord Buckingham, methinks, you watch'd her well;
A pretty Plot, well chose to build upon.
The Duke yet lives, that Henry hall depofe ;
Tell me, what fate awaits the Duke of Suffolk?
Safer fhall he be on the fandy plains,
Thefe Oracles are (a) hardily attain'd,
The King is now in progress tow'rds St. Albans;
Thither go thefe news, as faft as horse can carry them; A forry breakfast for my lord Protector.
Buck. Your Grace fhall give me leave, my lord of
To be the Poft, in hope of his reward.
Enter a Serving-man.
Invite my lords of Salisbury and Warwick,
6- Lond Buckingham, methinks, &c.] This repetition of the prophefies, which is altogether unneceffary, after what the fpectators had heard in the Scene immediately preceding, is not to be found in the first edition of this play. Mr. Pope.
[(a) bardily. Mr. Theobald.-Vulg. bardly.
ACT II. SCENE I.
At St. ALBANS.
Enter King Henry, Queen, Protector, Cardinal, and Suffolk, with Faulconers ballooing.
Elieve 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,
K. Henry. But what a point, my lord, your Faulcon made,
And what a pitch fhe flew above the rest:
Suf. No marvel, an it like your Majesty,
Car. I thought as much, he'd be above the clouds. Glo. Ay, my lord Card❜nal, how think you by that? Were it not good, your Grace could fly to heav'n?
K. Henry. The treasury of everlasting joy!
Car. Thy heaven is on earth, thine eyes and thoughts Bent on a Crown, the treasure of thy heart: Pernicious Protector, dangerous Peer, That smooth'ft it fo with King and Common-weal! Glo. What, Card'nal! Is your priesthood grown fo peremptory? Tantæne animis Cæleftibus ira? Churchmen fo hot? good uncle, hide fuch malice. 7 With fuch Holiness can you not do it?
Suf: No malice, Sir, no more than well becomes So good a quarrel, and fo bad a Peer.
7 With fuch Holinefs can you do it?] Do what? The verfe wants a foot, we should read,
With fuch Holiness can you NOT do it? Spoken ironically. By holiness he means hypocrify: and fays, have you not hypocrify enough to hide your malice?