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Re-enter Duke Humphry.
Glo. Now, Lords, my choler being over-blown
Suf. Before we make election, give me leave
York. I'll tell thee, Suffolk, why I am unmeet.
War. That I can witnefs; and a fouler fact
Suf. Peace, head-ftrong Warwick.
War. Image of pride, why fhould I hold my peace?
Enter Horner the Armourer, and his Man Peter,
Suf. Because here is a man accus'd of treason. Pray God, the Duke of York excufe himself!
York. Doth any one accufe 2'ork 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 treafon. His words were thefe; " that Richard Duke of York Was rightful heir unto the English Crown; "And that your Majefty was an ufurper."
K. Henry. Say, man; were these 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, [holding up bands] he did fpeak them to me in the garret one night, as we were fcow'ring my Lord of York's armour. York. Bafe dunghill villain, and mechanical, I'll have thy head for this thy traitor's speech. I do befeech your royal Majefty,
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 witness 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 Somerfet 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 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
9 K. Henry. Then be it fo, &c.] Thefe two Lines I have inferted from the old Quarto; and, as I
think, very neceffarily. For, without them, the King has not declared his Affent to Gloucher's C 3 Opinion:
We make your Grace Lord Regent over the French,
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 last of the next month. Come, Somerset, we'll fee thee fent away.
The Witch's Cave.
Enter Mother Jordan, Hume, Southwel, and
OME, my mafters; the Dutchess, I tell you, expects performance of your promises. Boling. Mafter Hume, we are therefore provided, Will her ladyship behold and hear our exorcifms? Hume. Ay, what elfe? fear not her courage.
Boling. I have heard her reported to be a woman of an invincible fpirit; but it fhall be convenient, Mafter Hume, that you be by her aloft, while we be busy 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 masters, and welcome to all, To this geer, the fooner the better.
Opinion and the Duke of Somerset is made to thank him for
the Regency, before the King has deputed him to it. THEOBALD Boling,
Boling. Patience, good lady. Wizards know their times.
'Deep night, dark night, the filent of the night,
Here they perform the Ceremonies, and make the circle;
M. Jord. Afmuth, by the eternal God, whofe name And power thou trembleft at, tell what afk; For till thou fpeak, thou shalt not pass from hence. Spirit. Afk what thou wilt. -That I had faid, and
What fhall of him be
that Henry fhall depofe,
Boling. First, of the King.
Spirit. The Duke yet lives,
[As the Spirit fpeaks, they write the answer. Boling. Tell me, what fates await the Duke of
Spirit. By water fhall he die, and take his end.
Safer fhall he be on the fandy plains,
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 Luna, So Pliny, Inter omnes verò convenit, utiliffimè in coitu ejus ferni, quem diem alii interlunii,
alii filentis Luna appellant. Lib.
The Sun to me is dark
Than where Caftles mounted ftand.
Boling. Defcend to darknefs, and the burning lake:
[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.
Elean. Not half fo bad as thine to England's King.
Buck. True, Madam, none at all. What call you
Away with them, let them be clap'd up close,
We'll fee your Trinkets here forth-coming all,
A pretty Plot, well chofe to build upon.
Now, pray, my Lords, let's fee the devil's Writ.
The Duke yet lives, that Henry fhall depofe;
2 Lord Buckingham, methinks, &c.] This repetition of the prophefies, which is altogether unnecefiary, after what the fpec
acida, Romanos vincere
tators had heard in the Scene im-