Are lank and lean with thy extortions.

Som. Thy fumptuous buildings, and thy wife's

attire,

Have coft a mass of publick treasury.

Buck. Thy cruelty in execution Upon offenders hath exceeded law; And left thee to the mercy of the law.

Q. Mar. Thy fale of offices and towns in France, If they were known, as the fufpect is great, Would make thee quickly hop without thy head. [Exit Glo Give me my fan; what, minion? can ye not?

[She gives the Dutchefs a box on the ear.

I cry you mercy, Madam; was it you?

Elean. Was't I? yea, I it was, proud French-woman: Could I come near your beauty with my nails, I'd fet my ten commandments in your face.

K. Henry. Sweet aunt, be quiet; 'twas against her will.

Elean. Againft her will, good King? look to't in time,

She'll hamper thee and dandle thee like a baby: Though in this place most Master wears no breeches, She fhall not ftrike Dame Eleanor unrevenged.

[Exit Eleanor.

Buck. Lord Cardinal, I'll follow Eleanor, And liften after Humphry, how he proceeds: She's tickled now, her fume can need no fpurs; She'll gallop faft enough to her destruction.

[Exit Buckingham.

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E VII.

Re-enter Duke Humphry.

Glo. Now, lords, my choler being over-blown With walking once about the Quadrangle,

I come to talk of commonwealth affairs.

As for your spightful falfe objections,
Prove them, and I lye open to the law.
But God in mercy deal fo with my foul,
As I in duty love my King and Country!
But to the matter that we have in hand:
I fay, my Sovereign, York is meetest man
To be your Regent in the Realm of France.
Suf. Before we make election, give me leave
To fhew fome reafon of no little force,
That York is most unmeet of any man.
York. I'll tell thee, Suffolk, why I am unmeet:
First, for I cannot flatter thee in pride;
Next, if I be appointed for the Place,
My lord of Somerset will keep me here
Without discharge, mony or furniture,
Till France be won into the Dauphin's hands.
Laft time, I danc'd attendance on his will,
Till Paris was befieg'd, famifh'd and lost.
War. That I can witnefs, and a fouler fact
Did never traitor in the land commit.

Suf. Peace, head-strong Warwick.

War. Image of pride, why fhould I hold my peace!

Enter Horner the Armourer, and his Man Peter, guarded.

Suf. Because here is a man accus'd of treafon : Pray God, the Duke of York excufe himself! York. Doth any one accuse York for a traitor? K. Henry. What mean'ft thou, Suffolk? tell me, what are these?

Suf. Please it your Majefty, this is the man, That doth accufe his master of high treason: His words were these; "that Richard Duke of York ... Was rightful heir unto the English Crown; "And that your Majefty was an ufurper. K. Hen. Say, man; were thefe thy words?

Arm.

Arm. An't fhall please your Majefty, 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 beseech your royal Majefty,

Let him have all the rigor 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 befeech your Majefty do not caft away an honeft man for a villain's accufation.

K. Henry. Uncle, what fhall 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 witnefs 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, Somerfet, we'll fee thee fent away.

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[Flourish. Exeunt. SCENE

Enter Mother Jordan, Hume, Southwel, and Bolingbrook.

Hume. COME, my masters; the Duchefs, I tell

you, expects performance of your promises,

Boling. Mafter Hume, we are therefore provided: will her ladyfhip 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 thall be convenient, Mafter 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 mafters, and welcome to all: to this geer, the fooner the better.

Boling. Patience, good lady: wizards know their times.

* Deep night, dark night, the filent of the night, The time of night when Troy was fet on fire, The time, when fcreech-owls cry, and ban-dogs howl;

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 Lune. So Pliny, Inter omnes verò convenit, utiliffimè in coitu ejus flerni, quem diem alii interlunii, alii filentis Lunæ appellant. Lib. xvi. cap. 39. In imitation of this language, Milton fays,

The Sun to me is dark

And filent as the Moon,

When he deferts the night,

Hid in her vacant interlunar Cave.

When

When fpirits walk, and ghosts break up their graves;
That time beft fits the work we have in hand.
Madam, fit you, and fear not; whom we raife,
We will make faft within a hollow'd verge.

Here they perform the Ceremonies, and make the cir-
cle; Bolingbrook or Southwel reads, Conjuro
te, &c. It thunders and lightens terribly; then the
Spirit rifeth.

Spirit. Adfum.

M. Jord. Afmuth, by the eternal God, whose name And power thou trembleft at, tell what I ask; For till thou speak, thou fhalt not pafs from hence. Spirit. Ask what thou wilt. That I had faid,

and done!

Boling. First, of the King: What fhall of him become?

Spirit. The Duke yet lives, that Henry fhall 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 Suffolk?

Spirit. By Water fhall he die, and take his end. Boling. What fhall befal the Duke of Somerfet? Spirit. Let him shun Castles,

Safer fhall he be on the fandy plains,

Than where Caftles mounted stand.

Have done, for more I hardly can endure.

Boling. Defcend to darkness, and the burning lake: Falfe fiend, avoid!

[Thunder and Lightning. Spirit defcends.

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

York. Lay hands upon thefe traitors, and their trafh: Beldame, I think, we watch'd you at an inch. What, Madam, are you there? the King and Realm Are deep indebted for this piece of pains;

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