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   King Henry VI, Part II
ACT I SCENE IV GLOUCESTER's garden. 
 Enter MARGARET JOURDAIN, HUME, SOUTHWELL, andBOLINGBROKE 
HUME Come, my masters; the duchess, I tell you, expects 
 performance of your promises. 
BOLINGBROKE Master Hume, we are therefore provided: will her 
 ladyship behold and hear our exorcisms? 5
HUME Ay, what else? fear you not her courage. 
BOLINGBROKE I have heard her reported to be a woman of an 
 invincible spirit: but it shall be convenient, 
 Master Hume, that you be by her aloft, while we be 
 busy below; and so, I pray you, go, in God's name, 10
 and leave us. 
 Exit HUME 
 Mother Jourdain, be you 
 prostrate and grovel on the earth; John Southwell, 
 read you; and let us to our work. 
 Enter the DUCHESS aloft, HUME following 
DUCHESS Well said, my masters; and welcome all. To this 15
 gear the sooner the better. 
BOLINGBROKE Patience, good lady; wizards know their times: 
 Deep night, dark night, the silent of the night, 
 The time of night when Troy was set on fire; 
 The time when screech-owls cry and ban-dogs howl, 20
 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. 
 Here they do the ceremonies belonging, and make thecircle; BOLINGBROKE or SOUTHWELL reads, Conjuro te, then theSpirit riseth 
Spirit Adsum. 25
MARGARET JOURDAIN 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. 
Spirit Ask what thou wilt. That I had said and done! 30
BOLINGBROKE 'First of the king: what shall of him become?' 
 Reading out of a paper 
Spirit The duke yet lives that Henry shall depose; 
 But him outlive, and die a violent death. 
 As the Spirit speaks, SOUTHWELL writes the answer 
BOLINGBROKE 'What fates await the Duke of Suffolk?' 
Spirit By water shall he die, and take his end. 35
BOLINGBROKE 'What shall befall the Duke of Somerset?' 
Spirit Let him shun castles; 
 Safer shall he be upon the sandy plains 
 Than where castles mounted stand. 
 Have done, for more I hardly can endure. 40
BOLINGBROKE Descend to darkness and the burning lake! 
 False fiend, avoid! 
 Thunder and lightning. Exit Spirit 
 Enter YORK and BUCKINGHAM with their Guardand break in 
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 45
 Are deeply indebted for this piece of pains: 
 My lord protector will, I doubt it not, 
 See you well guerdon'd for these good deserts. 
DUCHESS Not half so bad as thine to England's king, 
 Injurious duke, that threatest where's no cause. 50
BUCKINGHAM True, madam, none at all: what call 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. 
 Exeunt above DUCHESS and HUME, guarded 
 We'll see your trinkets here all forthcoming. 55
 All, away! 
 Exeunt guard with MARGARET JOURDAIN, SOUTHWELL, &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? 60
 Reads 
 'The duke yet lives, that Henry shall depose; 
 But him outlive, and die a violent death.' 
 Why, this is just 
 'Aio te, AEacida, Romanos vincere posse.' 
 Well, to the rest: 65
 '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 70
 Than where castles mounted stand.' 
 Come, come, my lords; 
 These oracles are hardly attain'd, 
 And hardly understood. 
 The king is now in progress towards Saint Alban's, 75
 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. 
BUCKINGHAM Your grace shall give me leave, my Lord of York, 80
 To be the post, in hope of his reward. 
YORK At your pleasure, my good lord. Who's within 
 there, ho! 
 Enter a Servingman 
 Invite my Lords of Salisbury and Warwick 
 To sup with me to-morrow night. Away! 85
 Exeunt 


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