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 Are deeply indebted for this piece of pains; 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? Safer shall he be upon the sandy plains, * These oracles are hardily attain'd, 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 To be the post, in hope of his reward. 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. 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. 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? 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. Q. Mar. And thy ambition, Gloster Good Queen; and whet not on these furious Peers, 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. 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? [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? Lord. Now, by God's mother, priest, I'll shave your crown for this, * Or all my fence shall fail. *Car. Medice teipsum; Protector, see to't well, protect yourself. [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? 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; 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 |