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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
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Patience,| good* la|dy, wiz|ards know | their
times:
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Deep night, dark | night, the | silent | of the
night,
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The time | of night | when Troy | was set | on
fire,
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The time | when screech-|owls^cry,| and ban-dogs
howl,
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And spir|its walk,| and ghosts | break^up | their
graves;
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That time | best^fits | the work | we have | in
hand.
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Madam,| sit you,| and fear | not: whom | we
raise,
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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
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Ad sum.
MARGARET JOURDAIN
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Asmath,| by the | etern|al God,
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Whose name and | power | thou trem|blest at,
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Answer | that I | shall ask;| for till | thou
speak,
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Thou shalt | not pass | from hence. \\
SPIRIT
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Ask what | thou wilt;| that I | had said,| and
done.
BOLINGBROKE
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First of | the king:| what shall | of him |
become?
[Reading out of a paper]
SPIRIT
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The duke yet lives,| that Hen|ry shall |
depose:
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But him | outlive,| and die | a vi|olent death.
[As the Spirit speaks, SOUTHWELL writes the answer]
BOLINGBROKE
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What fates | await | the Duke | of Suf|folk?
SPIRIT
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By wat|er shall | he die,| and take | his end.
BOLINGBROKE
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What shall | befall | the Duke | of Som|erset?
SPIRIT
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Let him shun | castles; \\
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Safer | shall he be | upon | the san|dy plains,
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Than where | castles | mounted | stand.|
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Have done, for more | I hard|ly can | endure.
BOLINGBROKE
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Descend | to dark|ness, and | the burn|ing lake:
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False fiend avoid. \\
[Thunder and lightning. Exit Spirit. Enter YORK and BUCKINGHAM with their
Guard and break in]
YORK
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Lay hands | upon | these trait|ors, and | their
trash:
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Beldam | I think | we watched | you at | an inch.
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What madam,| are you there?| The king | and
com|monweal
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Are deep|ly indebt|ed for | this piece | of
pains;
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My lord | protect|or will,| I doubt | it not,
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See you | well guerd|oned for | these good |
deserts.
DUCHESS
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Not^half | so bad | as thine | to Eng|land's
king,
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Injur|ious duke,| that threat|est where's | no
cause.
BUCKINGHAM
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True madam, none | at all:| what call | you this?
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Away | with them,| let them be | clapped up
close,
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And kept | asund|er: you | madam shall | with us.
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Stafford | take her | to thee. \\
[Exeunt above DUCHESS and HUME, guarded]
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We'll see | your trink|ets here | all
forth|coming.
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All a|way. \\
[Exeunt guard with MARGARET JOURDAIN, SOUTHWELL, etc.]
YORK
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Lord Buck/ingham,| methinks | you watched | her
well:
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A pret|ty plot,| well* chosen | to build | upon.
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Now pray | my lord,| let's^see | the dev|il's
writ.
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What have | we here? \\
[Reads]
. T T T
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The duke yet lives,| that Hen|ry shall |
depose:
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But him | outlive,| and die | a vi|olent death.
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Why this is just Aio Aeacida Romanos vincere
posse. ????
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Well, to | the rest: \\
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Tell me what | fate a|waits the | Duke of |
Suffolk?
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By wat|er shall | he die,| and take | his end.
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What shall | betide | the Duke | of Som|erset?
T T T
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Let him shun | castles; \\
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Safer shall | he be | upon | the san|dy plains,
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oo
Than where | castles | mounted | stand.|
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Come, come, my lords, \\
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These or|acles | are hard|ly at/tained, ??
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And hard|ly und|erstood. \\
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The king | is now | in prog|ress towards |
Saint^Alban's,
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With him | the hus|band of this | lovely | lady:
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Thither | go these news, \\
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As fast | as horse | can car|ry them:
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A sor|ry break|fast for my | lord pro|tector.
BUCKINGHAM
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Your grace | shall give | me leave,| my Lord | of
York,
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To be | the post,| in hope | of his | reward.
YORK
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At your | pleasure,| my good | lord.|
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Who's with|in there, ho? \\
[Enter a Servingman]
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Invite | my Lords | of Salis|bury and | Warwick
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To sup | with me | tomor|row night.| Away.
[Exeunt]