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Shall I not live to be aveng'd on her ?
Contemptuous, base-born, Callot as she is,
She vaunted 'mongst her minions t'other day,
The very train of her worst wearing gown
Was better worth than all my father's lands;
Till Suffolk gave two Dakedoms for his daughter !

Suf. Madam, my self have lim'd a bush for herg
And plac'd a quire of such enticing birds,
That she will light to listen to their lays;
And never mount to trouble you again.
So, let her rest; and, Madam, list to me;
For I am bold to counsel you in this ;
Although we fancy not the Cardinal,
Yet must we join with him and with the lords,
Till we have brought Duke Humphry in disgrace.
As for the Duke of York, this late complaint
Will make but little for his benefit.
So, one by one, we'll weed them all at last ;
And you your self shall steer the happy Realm.
To them enter King Henry, Duke Humphry, Cardinal,

Buckingham, York, Salisbury, Warwick, and the
Dutchess of Gloucester.

K. Henry. For my part, noble Lords, I care not which,
Or Somerset, or York, all's one to me.

York. If York have ill demean'd himself in France, Then let him be deny'd the Regenthip.

Som. If Somer fet be unworthy of the Place, Let York be Regent, I will yield to him.

War. Whether your Grace be worthy, yea or nog
Dispute not that ; York is the worthier.

Car. Ambitious Warwick, let thy Betters speak.
War. The Cardinal's not my better in the field.
Buck. All in this Presence are thy betters, Warwicki
War. Warwick may live to be the best of all.

Sal. Peace, Son; and shew some reason, Buckingham,
Why Somerset should be preferr'd in this.

Q. Mar. Because the King, forsooth, will have it fo.

Glo. Madam, the King is old enough himself To give his Censure: these are no woman's matters.

Q. Mar.

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Q. Mar. If he be old enough, what needs your Grace To be Protector of his Excellence ?

Glo. Madam, I am Protector of the Realm ; And, at his Pleasure, will refign my Place.

Suf. Resign it then, and leave thine insolence. Since thou wert King, (as who is King, but thou ?) The Commonwealth hath daily run to wreck. The Dauphin hath prevail'd beyond the seas, And all the Peers, and Nobles of the Realm, Have been as bond-men to thy fov'reignty. Car. The Commons halt thou rack d': the Clergy's

bags Are lank and lean with thy extortions.

Som. Thy sumptuous buildings, and thy wife's attire, Have coft a mass 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 sale of offices and towns in France,
If they were known, as the fuspect is great,
Would make thee quickly hop without thy head.

[Exit Glo. Give me my fan : what, minion?' can ye not?

[She gives the Dutchess 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


nails, I'd fet my ten commandments in your face.

K. Henry. Sweet aunt, be quiet; 'twas against her will.
Elean. Againft her will, good King? look to't in

She'll hamper thee and dandle thee like a baby :
Though in this place most Master wears no breeches,
She shall not frike Dame Eleanor unrevenged.

[Exit Eleanor.
Buck. Lord Cardinal, I'll follow Eleanor,
And listen after Humpbry, how he proceeds:
She's tickled now, her fume can need no fpurs ;
She'll gallop faft enough to her destruction.

[Exit Buckingham.


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Re-enter Duke Humphry.
Glo. Now, lords, my choler being over-blown
With walking once about the Quadrangle,
I come to talk of commonwealth affairs.
As for your spightful false objections,
Prove them, and I lye open to the law.
But God in mercy deal fo with my soul,
As I in duty love my King and Country!
But to the matter that we have in hand:
I say, my Sovereign, York is meetest man
To be your Regent in the Realm of France.

Suf. Before we make ele&tion, give me leave
To shew some reason of no little force,
That York is most 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 besieg’d, familh'd and loft.

War. That I can witness, and a fouler fact
Did never traitor in the land commit.

Suf. Peace, head-strong Warwick.

War. Image of pride, why should I hold my peace? Enter Horner the Armourer, 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 accuse York for a traitor ?

K. Henry. What mean'st thou, Suffolk ? tell me, what are these

Suf. Please it your Majesty, this is the man,
That doth accuse his master of high treason :
His words were these; “ that Richard Duke of York
“ Was rightful heir unto the Englit Crown ;
And that your Majesty was an usurper.

K. Henry. Say, man; were these thy words ?
Arm. An't shall please your Majesty, I never said nor




thought any such matter: God is my witness, I am fallly accus'd by the villain.

Pet. By these ten bones, my lord, he did speak them to me in the garret one night, as we were scow'r, ing my lord of York's armour,

York. Base 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 rigor of the Law.

Arm. Alas, my lord, hang me, if ever I spake the words. My accuser 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 beseech your Majesty, do not caft away an honest man for a villain's accusation.

K. Henry. Uncle, what shall we say to this in Law?

Glo. This doom, my lord, if I may judge :
Let Somerset be Regent o'er the French,
Because in York this breeds suspicion.
And let these have a day appointed them
For single Combat in convenient place ;
For he hath witness of his servant's malice.
This is the law, and this Duke Humphry's doom.

K. Henry. Then be it fo: My Lord of Somerset, (2)
We make your Grace Regent over the French.
Som. I humbly thank your royal Majesty.
Arm. And I accept the Combat willingly.

Peter. Alas, my lord, I cannot fight; for God's sake, pity my case; the spight of Man prevaileth against me. O lord, have mercy upon me! I shall 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 prison; and the day of

l Combat shall be the last of the next month. Come, Somerset, we'll see thee sent away. (Flour. Exeunt.

(2) K. Henry. Then be it fo, &c.] These two Lines I have inserted from the Old Quarto; and, as I think, very necessarily. For, without them, the King has not declar'd his Aflent to Gloucester's Opinion: and the Duke of Somerset is made to thank him for the Regency, before the King has deputed him to it.

SCENE, SCENE, the Witch's Cave,

Enter Mother Jordan, Hume, Southwel, and Bolingbrook .

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Hume. C you expects performance of your promises.


Boling. Master Hume, we are therefore provided : will hef ladyship behold and hear our exorcisms?

Hume. Ay, what else ? fear not her courage.

Boling. I have heard her reported to be a woman of an invincible spirit ; but it shall be convenient, Mafter 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. [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 said, my mafters, and welcome to all : to this geer, the sooner 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 set on fire, The time, when screech-owls cry, and ban-dogs howl; When spirits walk, and ghosts break up their graves; That time best 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 rifeth. Spirit. Adfum.

M. Jord. Afmuth, by the eternal God, whose name And power

thou tremblest at, tell what I ask; For till thou speak, thou ihalt not pass from hence. Spirit. Ask what thou wilt.- That I had said, and

done ! Boling. First, of the King : What shall of him become ?

Spirit. The Duke yet lives, that Henry shall depofe : But him out-live, and die a violent death. [As the Spirit fpraks, they write the answer.


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