Printable version of this page

King Henry VI, Part 2: Act 1 Scene 4

Scene IV GLOUCESTER's garden.

[Enter MARGARET JOURDAIN, HUME, 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 the DUCHESS aloft, HUME following]

DUCHESS

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 hallow'd verge.

[Here they 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.

MARGARET JOURDAIN

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

'First of the king: what shall of him become?'

[Reading out of a paper]

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

'What fates await the Duke of Suffolk?'

SPIRIT

By water shall he die, and take his end.

BOLINGBROKE

'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 YORK and BUCKINGHAM with their Guard

and break in]

YORK

Lay hands upon these traitors and their trash.

Beldam, 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:

My lord protector will, I doubt it not,

See you well guerdon'd for these good deserts.

DUCHESS

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 clapp'd up close.

And kept asunder. You, madam, shall with us.

Stafford, take her to thee.

[Exeunt above DUCHESS and HUME, guarded]

We'll see your trinkets here all forthcoming.

All, away!

[Exeunt guard with MARGARET JOURDAIN, SOUTHWELL, &c]

YORK

Lord Buckingham, methinks, you watch'd 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:

'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 hardly attain'd,

And hardly understood.

The king is now in progress towards Saint Alban's,

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.

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 to-morrow night. Away!

[Exeunt]