That she will light to listen to their lays, Yet must we join with him, and with the lords, So, one by one, we'll weed them all at last, And you yourself shall steer the happy helm. To them enter King Henry, Duke Humphrey, Cardinal Beaufort, Buckingham, York, Salisbury, Warwick, and the Dutchess of Gloster. K. Henry. For my part, noble lords, I care not which; Or Somerset, or York, all's one to me. [France, York. If York have ill demean'd himself in Then let him be deny'd the regentship. Could I come near your beauty with my nails, I'd set my ten commandments in your face. K. Henry. Sweet aunt, be quiet; 'twas against her will. [in time; Elean. Against her will!-Good king, look to't She'll hamper thee, and dandle thee like a baby: Tho' in this place most master wears no breeches, 10 She shall not strike dame Eleanor unreveng'd. [Exit Eleanor. 15 Buck. Lord cardinal, I will follow Eleanor, Glo. Now, lords, my choler being over-blown Som. If Somerset be unworthy of the place, Let York be regent, I will yield to him.' [no, War. Whether your grace be worthy, yea, or Dispute not that; York is the worthier. Car. Ambitious Warwick, let thy betters speak. 25 War. The cardinal's not my better in the field. Buck. All in this presence are thy betters, Warwick. War. Warwick may live to be the best of all. Sal. Peace, son;-and shew some reason, 30 Buckingham, Why Somerset should be preferr'd in this. [so. 2. Mar. Because the king, forsooth, will have it Glo. Madam, the king is old enough himself To give his censure: these are no women's 35 [grace your matters. 2. Mar. If he be old enough, what needs To be protector of his excellence? Glo. Madam, I am protector of the realm; And, at his pleasure, will resign 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 bondmen to thy sovereignty. Car. The commons hast thou rack'd; the clergy's bags Are lank and lean with thy extortions. [attire, 40 45 Som. Thy sumptuous buildings, and thy wife's 50 Buck. Thy cruelty in execution, [Exit Gloster. The Queen drops her fun. I cry you mercy, madam; Was it you? Suf. Before we make election, 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 ine here, Without discharge, money, 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, famish'd, and lost. War. That can I 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 Was rightful heir unto the English crown; 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 falsely accus'd by the villain. Peter. By these ten bones, my lord, [holding up 1i. e. the complaint of Peter the armourer's man against his master, for saying that York was the rightful king. 2 i. e. judgement or opinion. his hands] he did speak them to me in the garret one night, as we were scouring my lord of York's armour. York. Base dunghill villain, and mechanical, Arm. Alas, my lord, hang me, if ever I spake Boling. Patience, good lady; wizards know their times: Deep night, dark night, the silent' of the night, The time of night when Troy was set on fire; The time when scritch-owls cry, and ban-dogs2 howl, When spirits walk, and ghosts break up theirgraves, That time best fits the work we have in hand. Madam, sit you, and fear not; whom we raise, We will make fast within a hallow'd verge. [Here they perform the ceremonies, and make the circle; Bolingbroke, or Southwel reads, Conjuro te, &c. It thunders and lightens terribly; then the spirit riseth. Spirit. Adsum. M. Jourd. Asmath, By the eternal God, whose name and power Thou tremblest at, answer that I shall ask; 20 For, 'till thou speak, thou shalt not pass from hence. Spirit. Ask what thou wilt:-That I had said and done! K.Henry. Uncle, what shall we say to this in law: 15 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 Humphrey's doom. K.Henry. Then be it so. My lord of Somerset, We make your grace lord regent o'er 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 a man prevaileth against me. O Lord, have mercy upon me! I shall never be able to fight a blow: O Lord, my 30 heart! Glo. Sirrah, or you must fight, or else be hang'd. K. Henry. Away with them to prison: and the day 25 Of combat shall be the last of the next month.-35 Come, Somerset, we'll see thee sent away. [Flourish. Exeunt. SCENE IV. Duke Humphrey's Garden. Enter Mother Jourdain, Hume, Southwel, and 40 Bolingbroke. Hume. Come, my masters; the dutchess, I tell you, expects performance of your promises. Boling. Master Hume, we are therefore provided: Will her ladyship behold and hear our 45 exorcisms? Hume. Ay; what else? fear you not her courage. come? Boling. First, of the king. What shall of him beReading out of a paper. Spirit. The duke yet lives, that Henry shall depose; But him out-live, and die a violent death. [As the spirit speaks, they write the answer, Boling. What fates await the duke of Suffolk? Spirit. By water shall he die, and take his end. Boling. What shall befall the duke of Somerset ? Spirit. Let him shun castles; Safer shall he be upon the sandy plains, [Thunder and lightning. Spirit descends. Enter the Duke of York, and the Duke of Buckingham, with their guard, and breuk in. 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 deep indebted for this piece of pains; king, Boling. I have heard her reported to be a woman of an invincible spirit: But it shall be con-50 venient, master Hume, that you be by her aloft, Injurious duke; that threat'st where is no cause. while we be busy below; and so, I pray you, go Buck. True,madam, none at all. What call you in God's name, and leave us [Exit Hume]. Mother [Shewing her the papers. Jourdain, be you prostrate, and grovel on the Away with them; let them be clapp'd up close, earth: John Southwel, read you; and let us to 55 And kept asunder:-You, madam, shall with our work. Enter Eleanor, above, Elean. Well said, my masters; and welcome all. To this geer; the sooner the better. this? us: Stafford, take her to thee. We'll see your trinkets here forth-coming all; Away![Exeunt guardswithJourdain, Southwel, &c. 1Silent for silence. Mr. Steevens says, that the etymology of the word ban-dogs is unsettled. They seem, however, to have been designed by poets to signify some terrific beings whose office it was to make night hideous. i. e. rewarded. Pp York. Now, pray, my lord, let's see the devil's writ. What have we here? [Reads. 5 The duke yet lives, that Henry shall depose; Tell me what fate awaits the duke of Suffolk? Safer shall he be on the sandy plains, 10 The king is now in prog With him the husband" Thither go these news A sorry breakfast for in Buck. Your grace sha To be the post, in hope York. At your pleasu Who's within there, ho Enter a S Invite my lords of Salis Tos o sup with me to-mor SCENE I. At Saint Albans. ACT II. Enter King Henry, Queen, Gloster, Cardinal, and Suffolk, with Falconers hallooing. 2. 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.Henry.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. 135 Suf. Why, as yoursel An't like your lordly lo Glo. Why, Suffolk, E 2. Mar. And thy amb K. Henry. I pr'ythee, And whet not on these For blessed are the pea Car. Let me be blesse Against this proud prote Glo. Faith, holy uncle come to that! Car. Marry, when tho Glo. Make up no factio the matter, 40 in thine own person answ Car. Ay, where thou da an if thou dar' [that? 45 Glo. Ay, my lord cardinal; How think you by Were it not good, your grace could fly to heaven? K. Henry. The treasury of everlasting joy! Car. Thy heaven is on earth; thine eyes and thoughts This evening, on the casts K. Henry. How now, n Car. Believe me, cous Had not your man put u We'd had more sport.sword. Glo. True, uncle. 50 Are you advis'd?-the c Cardinal, I am with you. K. Henry. Why, how Glo. Talking of hawk Beat' on a crown, the treasure of thy heart; lord. Now,byGod's mother,pr. Or all my fence' shall fai Car. [aside] Medice, to 2 The meaning, This is the falconer's term for hawking at water-fowl. son, is, that the wind being high, it was ten to one that the old hawk had fi which hawks often play their masters in windy weather; while Dr. Percy signifies, that the wind was so high, it was ten to one that old Joan would not the game. Utrum horum macis, accipe. i. e. glad. To bait or beat (bath 'Fence is the art of defence. Act 2. Scene 1.] SECOND PART OF KING HENRY VI. Suf. Come to the king, and tell him what miracle. Το Car. Here come the townsmen on procession, 20 Glo. Stand by, my masters, bring him near the Suf. What woman is this? Wife. His wife, an't like your worship. and saint Alban. 579 Simp. Yes, master, clear as day; I thank God, Suf. And yet, I think, jet did he never sec. Glo. Then, Saunder, sit there, the lyingest knave To name the several colours we do wear. K. Henry. Where wert thou born? [grace. 35 40 Let never day nor night unhallow'd pass, Simp. Ay, God Almighty help me! Simp. A fall off of a tree. Wife. A plum-tree, master. Glo. How long hast thou been blind? Glo. My masters of saint Alban's, Mayor. Yes, my lord, if it please your grace. Enter a Beadle, with whips. Glo. Well, sir, we must have you find your legs. Sirrah, beadle,whip him 'till he leap over that same stool. Bead. I will, my lord.-Come on, sirrah; off · 50 with your doublet quickly. 1551 Glo. What, and would'st climb a tree? Simp. Alas, good master, my wife desir'd some Simp. Alas, inaster, what shall I do? I am not able to stand. [After the Beadle hath hit him once, he leaps over the stool, and runs away; and the people follow and cry, A Miracle! K. Henry. O God, seest thou this, and bear'st so long? Queen. It made me laugh, to see the villain run. Glo. Follow the knave; and take this drab away. Wife. Alas, sir, we did it for pure need. [town Glo. Let then be whipt through every market Until they come to Berwick, whence they came. [Exit Beadle, with the woman, &c. Glo. But you have done more miracles than I; You made, in a day, my lord, whole towns to fly. Enter Buckingham. K. Henry. What tidings with our cousin Buckingham? The first, Edward the Black Prince, prince of The second, William of Hatfield; and the third, 5 Was John of Gaunt, the duke of Lancaster: William of Windsor was the seventh, and last. Buck. Such as my heart doth tremble to unfold. Glo. Ambitious churchman, leave to afflict my Sorrow and grief have vanquish'd all my powers; 25 [ed ones; Glo. Madam, for myself, to heaven I do appeal, To-morrow, toward London, back again, And call these foul offenders to their answers; The Duke of York's Garden. York. Now, my good lords of Salisbury and Our simple supper ended, give me leave, came, And him to Pomfret; where, as both you know, heir. For Richard, the first son's heir, being dead, Sal. This Edmund, in the reign of Bolingbroke, York. His eldest sister, Anne, 40 My mother, being heir unto the crown, And in thy sons, fair slips of such a stock.— Sul. My lord, I long to hear it at full. [good, Edward the third, my lords, had seven sons: king! [king York. We thank you, lords. But I am not your 'Till I be crown'd; and that my sword be stain'd With heart-blood of the house of Lancaster: i. e. wickedly. ? That is, your lady is in custody. And |