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Henry VI part two

Act I, Scene 4

GLOUCESTER's garden.
 
[Enter MARGARET JOURDAIN, HUME, SOUTHWELL, and BOLINGBROKE]
 
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?
 
HUME
Aye, 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, and leave us. 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 gear the sooner the better.
 
BOLINGBROKE
       ,                ,      ,         ,            ,
      Patience,| good* la|dy; wi|zards know | their times:
        ,            ,               ,       ,         ,
      Deep night,| dark night,| the si|lent of | the night,
            ,         ,            ,         ,         ,
      The time | of night | when Troy | was set | on fire;
            ,            ,           ,     .   T    T    T
      The time | when screech-|owls^cry,| and ban-dogs howl,
           ,         ,           ,            ,            ,
      And spi|rits 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 hal|lowed verge.
 
[Here they do the ceremonies belonging, and make the circle; BOLINGBROKE or SOUTHWELL reads, Conjuro te, etc.. It thunders and lightens terribly; then the Spirit riseth]
 
SPIRIT
          ,
      Ad sum.
 
MARGARET JOURDAIN
                ,      ,         ,       ,
             Asmath,| by the | eter|nal God,
        T     T   T     ,             ,         ,
      Whose name and | power | thou trem|blest 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.
 
BOLINGBROKE
        ,              ,      ,              ,        ,
      First of | the king:| what shall | of him | become?
 
[Reading out of a paper]
 
SPIRIT
            ,          ,           ,       ,         ,
      The duke | yet lives,| that Hen|ry shall | depose:
           ,         ,         ,       ,   2     ,
      But him | outlive,| and die | a vi|olent death.
 
[As the Spirit speaks, SOUTHWELL writes the answer]
 
BOLINGBROKE
             ,        ,          ,        ,        o
      What fates | await | the Duke | of Suf|folk?
 
SPIRIT
          ,       ,         ,          ,         ,
      By wa|ter shall | he die,| and take | his end.
 
BOLINGBROKE
        ,              ,          ,        ,     ,
      What shall | befall | the Duke | of So|merset?
 
SPIRIT
       T   T    T     ,
      Let him shun | castles;  (pickup)
       ,           2    ,     ,         ,        ,
      Safer | shall he be | upon | the san|dy plains
        ,           ,         ,         ___    oo
      Than where | castles | mounted | stand.|
             ,          ,        ,      ,        ,
      Have^done,| for more | I hard|ly can | endure.
 
BOLINGBROKE
          ,          ,         ,         ,         ,
      Descend | to dark|ness, and | the bur|ning lake:
        T     T   .  T
      False fiend avoid.  (picked up)
 
[Thunder and lightning. Exit Spirit. Enter YORK and BUCKINGHAM with their Guard and break in]
 
YORK
            ,       ,            ,         ,            ,
      Lay hands | upon | these trai|tors, and | their trash:
       ,           ,           ,           ,        ,
      Beldam | I think | we watched | you at | an inch.
            ,     3   3      ,           ,         ,       ,
      What ma|dam, are you there?| The king | and com|monweal
            ,    2    ,      ,           ,          ,
      Are deep|ly indebt|ed for | this piece | of pains;
           ,        ,        ,        ,         ,
      My lord | protec|tor will,| I doubt | it not,
       ,             ,         ,            ,        ,
      See you well guer|doned for | these good | deserts.
 
DUCHESS
            ,        ,         ,         ,           ,
      Not half | so bad | as thine | to Eng|land's king,
         ,   2     ,            ,          ,           ,
      Inju|rious duke,| that threat|est where's | no cause.
 
BUCKINGHAM
        T    Tx     T        ,           ,          ,
      True madam, none | at all:| what call | you this?
        ,           ,     ,      2        T     T   T
      Away | with them,| let them be | clapped up close,
            ,      ,        ,     ,           2      ,
      And kept | asun|der: you | madam | shall with us.
        ,          ,             ,
      Stafford | take her | to thee. (pickup)
 
[Exeunt above DUCHESS and HUME, guarded]
             ,           ,         ,     ,         ,
      We'll see | your trin|kets here | all forth|coming.
       ,    ___
      All a|way.  (picked up)
 
[Exeunt guard with MARGARET JOURDAIN, SOUTHWELL, etc.]
 
YORK
             ,      ,         ,            ,            ,
      Lord Buck|ingham,| methinks | you watched | her well:
          ,       ,           ,     2     ,       ,
      A pret|ty plot,| well* cho|sen to build | upon.
            ,         ,           ,         ,         ,
      Now pray | my lord,| let's^see | the de|vil's writ.
             ,         ,
      What have | we here?   \\
 
[Reads]
            ,          ,           ,       ,         ,
      The duke | yet lives,| that Hen|ry shall | depose;
           ,         ,         ,       ,   2     ,
      But him | outlive,| and die | a vi|olent death.
            ,      2     ,         ,         ,          ,
      Why this | is just Aio AEacida Romanos vincere posse.  ????
        ,              ,
      Well, to | the rest:  (pickup)
        ,    2         ,      ,           ,        ,
      Tell me what | fate a|waits the | Duke of | Suffolk?
          ,       ,         ,          ,         ,
      By wa|ter shall | he die,| and take | his end.
        ,              ,          ,        ,     ,
      What shall | betide | the Duke | of So|merset?
       T   T    T     ,
      Let him shun | castles;  (picked up)
       ,   2         ,        ,         ,        ,
      Safer shall | he be | upon | the san|dy plains
        ,           ,          ,        ___    oo
      Than where | castles | mounted | stand.|
        T     T    .   T
      Come, come, my lords;  (pickup)
            ,     ,          ,          ,  ,
      These o|racles | are hard|ly at/tained,
            ,      ,      ,
      And hard|ly un|derstood.  (picked up)
            ,        ,        ,           ,             ,       ->
      The king | is now | in pro|gress towards | Saint^Al||ban's,
        ,       2     ,      2     ,      ,       ,
      With | him the hus|band of this | lovely | lady:
       ,         T   T     T
      Thither | go these news,  ????
           ,         ,          ,       ,
      As fast | as horse | can car|ry them:
         ,       ,     ,     2       ,       ,
      A sor|ry break|fast for my | lord pro|tector.
 
BUCKINGHAM
             ,             ,         ,          ,         ,
      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.
        ,         T   T     T
      Who's with|in there, ho?   ????
 
[Enter a Servingman]
          ,         ,         ,      x         ,       2->
      Invite | my Lords | of Sa|lisbury | and War||wick
          ,          ,      ,        ,       ,
      To sup | with me | tomor|row night.| Away.
 
[Exeunt]

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