London. The Duke of Gloucester's Garden.
 Enter the WITCH, the two priests, HUME and SOUTHWELL, and BOLINGBROKE.

Hume	Come, my masters, the duchess, I tell you, expects 
	performance of your promises.

Bolingbroke	Master Hume, we are therefore provided. Will her ladyship 
	behold and hear our exorcisms?

Hume	Ay, what else? Fear you not her courage.

Bolingbroke	I have heard her reported to be a woman of an invincible 
	spirit; but it shall be convenient, Master 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 Jourdain, be you prostrate and grovel on the earth. 
	John Southwell, read you. - And let us to our work.

                   Enter ELEANOR aloft, HUME following.

Eleanor	Well said, my masters; and welcome all. To this gear, the 
	sooner the better.

Bolingbroke	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 screech-owls cry, and ban-dogs howl,
	And spirits walk, and ghosts break up their graves;
	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 hallowed verge.

          Here do the ceremonies belonging, and make the circle;
             BOLINGBROKE or SOUTHWELL reads 'Conjuro te' &c.
                    It thunders and lightens terribly;
                         then the SPIRIT riseth.

Spirit	Adsum.

Witch	Asmath!
	By the eternal God, whose name and power
	Thou tremblest at, answer that I shall ask;
	For till thou speak thou shalt not pass from hence.

Spirit	Ask what thou wilt. That I had said and done!

Bolingbroke	[Reads.] "First, of the king: what shall of him become?"

Spirit	The duke yet lives that Henry shall depose,
	But him outlive, and die a violent death.
			[As the SPIRIT speaks, SOUTHWELL writes the answer.

Bolingbroke	[Reads.] "What fates awaits the Duke of Suffolk."

Spirit	By water shall he die and take his end.

Bolingbroke	[Reads.] "What shall befall the Duke of Somerset?"

Spirit	Let him shun castles.
	Safer shall he be upon the sandy plains
	Than where castles mounted stand.
	Have done, for more I hardly can endure.

Bolingbroke	Descend to darkness and the burning lake!
	False fiend, avoid!
								 [Thunder and lightning. Exit SPIRIT.

            Enter the Duke of YORK and the Duke of BUCKINGHAM,
       with their GUARD led by Sir Humphrey STAFFORD, and break in.

York	Lay hands upon these traitors and their trash.
	[To JOURDAIN.] Beldam, I think we watched you at an inch.
	[To ELEANOR.]
	What, madam, are you there? The king and commonweal
	Are deeply indebted for this piece of pains;
	My Lord Protector will, I doubt it not,
	See you well guerdoned for these good deserts.

Eleanor	Not half so bad as thine to England's king,
	Injurious duke, that threatest where's no cause.

Buckingham	True, madam, none at all. What call you this?
	Away with them! Let them be clapped up close,
	And kept asunder. [To ELEANOR.] You, madam, shall with us.
	Stafford, take her to thee.
									  [Exit STAFFORD to ELEANOR aloft.
	We'll see your trinkets here all forthcoming.
	All, away!
			 [Exeunt, aloft, ELEANOR and HUME, led by STAFFORD;
			 below, WITCH, SOUTHWELL, and BOLINGBROKE, guarded.

York	Lord Buckingham, methinks you watched her well.
	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 te, Aeacida, Romanos vincere posse.

	Well, to the rest:

	[Reads.]	'Tell me what fate awaits the Duke of Suffolk.'
				"By water shall he die and take his end."
				'What shall befall 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 hardly attained, and hardly understood.
	The king is now in progress towards Saint Albans;
	With him the husband of this lovely lady.
	Thither goes these news as fast as horse can carry them-
	A sorry breakfast for my Lord Protector.

Buckingham	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 SERVINGMAN.
	Invite my Lords of Salisbury and Warwick
	To sup with me tomorrow night. Away!
													[Exeunt.
