Som. Thy fumptuous buildings, and thy wife's attire,
Have coft a mafs 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. Against 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 shall not strike 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 fast enough to her destruction.

SCENE

[Exit Buckingham.

VII.

Re-enter Duke Humphry.

Glou. Now, Lords, my choler being over-blown
With walking once about the Quadrangle,
I come to talk of common-wealth 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 moft 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.
Last time, I danc'd attendance on his will,
'Till Paris was befieg'd, famifh'd and loft.
War. That I can witnefs, and a fouler fact
Did never traitor in the land commit.

Suf. Peace, head-ftrong Warwick!

War. Image of pride, why should I hold my peace? Enter Horner the Armorer, and his Man Peter, guarded.

Suf. Because here is a man accus'd of treason. Pray God the Duke of York excuse himself.

York. Doth any one accufe York for a traitor? [these?
K. Henry. What mean'ft thou, Suffolk? tell me, what are
Suf. Please it your Majefty, this is the man

That doth accuse his master of high treason:
His words were thefe; that Richard Duke of York
Was rightful beir unto the English crown,

And that your Majesty was an ufurper.

K. Henry. Say, man, were thefe thy words?

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.

Peter. 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 Majesty,
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 befeech your Majefty, do not cast away an honeft man for a villain's accufation.

K. Henry. Uncle, what fhall we fay to this in law?
Glou. 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 comuat 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 Somerfet,
We make your Grace Regent over the French.
Som. I humbly thank your royal Majefty.
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!

Glou. Sirrah, or you must fight, or else be hang'd.

K. Henry. Away with them to prison; and the day of combat fhall be the laft of the next month. Come, Somerset, we'll fee thee fent away.

[Flourish. Exeunt.

SCENE

A room prepared for the intended Inchantments.

Enter Mother Jordan, Hume, Southwel, and Bolingbrook.

Hume COME, my mafters; the Dutchefs, I tell you, expects performance of your promifes.

Boling. Matter Hume, we are therefore provided: will her Ladyfhip behold and hear our exorcifms? Hume. Ay, what elfe? fear not her courage.

I

Boling. I have heard her reported to be a woman of an invincible fpirit; but it shall be convenient, Master Hume, that you be by her aloft, while we be bufie below; and fo 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 times:
Deep night, dark night, the filent of the night,
The time of night when Troy was fet on fire,

The time when screech-owls cry, and ban-dogs howl,
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 raise
We will make faft within a hallow'd verge.

[Here they perform the ceremonies and make the circle; Bolingbrook or Southwel reads, Conjuro te, &c. It thunders and lightens terribly; then the Spirit rifetb.

Spirit. Adfum.

M. Jord. Afmuth, by the eternal God, whofe name

And

And power thou trembleft at, tell what I ask;
For 'till thou fpeak, thou fhalt not pass from hence.
Spirit. Ask what thou wilt.---That I had faid, and done!
Boling. First, of the King: What shall of him become?
Spirit. The Duke yet lives, that Henry shall depose:
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 befall the Duke of Somerfet?
Spirit. Let him fhun castles.

Safer fhall he be on the plains,

Than where 7 'a caftle mounted ftands.

Have done, for more I hardly can endure.

Boling. Defcend to darkness, and the burning lake: False 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 these traitors and their trash:
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;

My Lord Protector will, I doubt it not,

See you well guerdon'd for these good deferts.

Elean. Not half fo bad as thine to England's King, Injurious Duke, that threat'st where is no cause.

Buck. True, Madam, none at all: What call you this? Away with them, let them be clap'd up close, And kept apart. You, Madam, shall with us. Stafford, take her to thee.

We'll fee your trinkets here forth-coming all.

[Exeunt Guard with Jordan, Southwel, &c.

(a) Southwel, &c.

York. Lord Buckingham, methinks you watch'd her well; A pretty plot well chofe to build upon.

Now, pray, my Lord, let's fee the devil's writ.

What have we here?

[Reads. The

6 the fandy plains,

7 caftles mounted ftand.