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False fiend, avoid!

[Thunder and lightning. Spirit descends.

Enter YORK and BUCKINGHAM, hastily, with their guards, and others.

York. Lay hands upon these traitors, and their trash.

• Beldame, I think, we watch'd you at an inch. ́ What, Madam, are you there? the King and commonweal

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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. *Duch. Not half so bad as thine to England's

King,

Injurious Duke; that threat'st where is no cause. Buck. True, Madam, none at all. What call you this?

[Shewing her the papers.

Away with them; let them be clapp'd up close, And kept asunder:

You, Madam,

with us:

Stafford, take her to thee.

shall

[Exit Duchess from above.

We'll see your trinkets here all forthcoming; All. Away! [Exeunt guards, with SOUTH. BOLINGBROKE, &c.

*York. Lord Buckingham, methinks,

watch'd her well:

you

* A pretty plot, well chosen to build upon! Now, pray, my Lord, let's see the devil's writ. What have we here?

[Reads. The Duke yet lives, that Henry shall depose; But him outlive, and die a violent death. * Why, this is just,

* Aio tè, Aeacida, Romanos vie; posse. Well, to the rest:

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,
Than where castles mounted stand.
*Come, come, my Lords;

* These oracles are hardily attain'd,
And hardly understood.

The King is now in progress towards saint Albans,

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.

Buck. 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.
Who's within there, ho!

Enter a Servant,

Invite my lords of Salisbury and Warwick,

To sup with me to-morrow night.

Away!

[Exeunt.

TII SCENE L

Saint Albans.

Enter King HENRY, Queen MARGARET, GLOSTER Cardinal, SUFFOLK, with Falconers hollaing.

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Q. Mar. Believe me, Lords, for flying at the brook,

I saw not better sport these seven years' day: ‹ Yet, by your leave, the wind was very high; And, ten to one, old Joan had not gone out.

K. Hen. But what a point, my Lord, your falcon made,

And what a pitch she flew above the rest! To see how God in all his creatures works! * Yea, man and birds, are fain of climbing high. Suf. No marvel, an it like your Majesty, My Lord Protector's hawks do tower so well; They know, their master loves to be aloft, *And bears his thoughts above his falcon's pitch. Glo. My Lord, 'tis but a base ignoble mind That mounts no higher than a bird can soar. Car. I thought as much; he'd be above the clouds.

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Glo. Ay, my Lord Cardinal; How think you by that?

Were it not good, your Grace could fly to hea

ven?

*K. Hen. The treasury of everlasting joy! Car. Thy heaven is on earth; thine eyes and thoughts

Beat on a crown, the treasure of thy heart; Pernicious Protector, dangerous Peer,

That smooth'st it so with King and commonweal!

Glo. What, Cardinal, is your priesthoodgrown peremptory?

* Tantaene animis caelestibus irae? Churchmen so hot? good uncle, hide such malice;

With such holiness can you do it?

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Suf. No malice, Sir; no more than well be

comes

So good a quarrel, and so bad a Peer.

Glo. As who, my Lord?

1. Suf. Why, as you, my Lord;

An't like your lordly Lord - Protectorship.
Gle. Why, Suffolk, England knows thine in
solence.

Q. Mar. And thy ambition, Gloster
K. Hen. I pr'ythee, prace,

Good Queen; and whet not on these furious Peers,
For blessed are the peacemakers on earth.

Car. Let me be blessed for the peace I make, Against this proud Protector, with my sword! Glo. 'Faith, holy uncle, 'would 'twere come to that! Aside to the Cardinal.

Car. Marry, when thou dar'st. [Aside.
Glo. Make up no factious numbers for the

matter,

In thine own person answer, thy abuse. [Aside: Car. Ay, where thon dar'st not peep: an if thou dar'st,.

This evening, on the east side of the grove.

K. Hen. How now, my Lords?
Car. Believe me, cousin Gloster,

[Aside!

Had not your man put up the fowl so suddenly, We had had more sport.- Come with thy twohand sword. Aside to GLO.

Glo. True, uncle.

Car. Are you advis'd?-the east side of the grove?
Glo. Cardinal, I am with you. [Aside.
K. Hen. Why, how now, uncle Gloster?
Glo. Talking of hawking; nothing else, my

Lord.

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Now, by God's mother, priest, I'll shave your crown for this,

* Or all my fence shall fail.

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*Car. Medice teipsum;

Protector, see to't well, protect yourself.

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[Aside.

Aside.

K. Hen. The winds grow high; so do your stomachs, Lords, * How irksome is this musick to my heart! * When such strings jar, what hope of harmony? * I pray, my Lords, let me compound this strife.

Enter an Inhabitant of Saint Albans, crying,. A Miracle!

Glo. What means this noise?

Fellow, what miracle dost thou proclaim?
Inhab. A Miracle! a Miracle!

Suf. Come to the King, and tell him what miracle. Inhab. Forsooth, a blind man at saint Alban's shrine,

Within this half hour, hath receiv'd his sight;
A man, that ne'er saw in his life before.

K. Hen. Now, God be prais'd! that to believing souls

* Gives light An darkness, comfort in despair!

Enter the Mayor of Saint Albans, and his brethren; and SIMPCOX, borne between two persons in a chair; his wife and a great multitude following.

* Car. Here come the townsmen on procession,

To

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