Kin. Beleeue me my loue, thou wart much to blame, I would not for a thousand pounds of gold,

My noble vnckle had bene here in place.

Enter Duke HUMPHREY.

But see where he comes, I am glad he met her not.
Vnckle Gloster, what answer makes your grace
Concerning our Regent for the Realme of France,
Whom thinks your grace is meetest for to send.

Hum. My gratious Lord, then this is my resolue,
For that these words the Armourer should speake,
Doth breed suspition on the part of Yorke,
Let Somerset be Regent ouer the French,
Till trialls made, and Yorke may cleare himselfe.
Kin. Then be it so my Lord of Somerset.
We make your grace Regent ouer the French,
And to defend our rights gainst forraine foes,
And so do good vnto the realme of France.
Make hast my Lord, tis time that you were gone,
The time of Truse I thinke is full expirde.

Sum. I humbly thanke your royall Maiestie,
And take my leaue to poste with speed to France.

[Exet SOMERSET. Kin. Come vnckle Gloster, now lets haue our horse, For we will to Saint Albones presently, Madame your Hawke they say is swift of flight, And we will try how she will flie to day.

[Exet omnes.

Enter ELNOR, with sir IOHN HUM, KOGER BULLENBROKE a Coniurer and MARGERY IOURDAINE a Witch.

Eln. Here sir Iohn, take this scrole of paper here, Wherein is writ the questions you shall aske,

And I will stand vpon this Tower here,

And here the spirit what it saies to you,

And to my questions, write the answeres downe.

[She goes up to the Tower.
Sir Iohn. Now sirs begin and cast your spels about,
And charme the fiendes for to obey your wils,
And tell Dame Elnor of the thing she askes.

Witch. Then Roger Bullinbrooke about thy taske,
And frame a Cirkle here vpon the earth,
Whilst I thereon all prostrate on my face,
Do talke and whisper with the diuels be low,
And coniure them for to obey my will.

[She lies downe vpon her face.

[BULLENBROOKE makes a Cirkle.

Bul. Darke Night, dread Night, the silence of the Night. Wherein the Furies maske in hellish troupes,

Send vp I charge you from Sosetus lake,

The spirit Askalon to come to me,

To pierce the bowels of this Centricke earth,
And hither come in twinkling of an eye,
Askalon, Assenda, Assenda.

[It thunders and lightens, and then the spirit riseth up.
Spirit. Now Bullenbrooke what wouldst thou haue me do?
Bul. First of the King, what shall become of him?
Spirit. The Duke yet liues that Henry shall depose,

But him out liue, and dye a violent death.

Bul. What fate awayt the Duke of Suffolke?
Spir. By water shall he die and take his ende.

Bul. What shall betide the Duke of Somerset ?

Spirit. Let him shun Castles, safer shall he be vpon the sandie plaines, then where Castles mounted stand.

Now question me no more, for I must hence againe.

[He sinkes downe againe.

Bul. Then downe I say, vnto the damned poule.
Where Pluto in his firie Waggon sits.
Ryding amidst the singde and parched smoakes,
The Rode of Dytas by the Riuer Stykes,

There howle and burne for euer in those flames,
Rise Iordaine rise, and staie thy charming Spels.
Sonnes, we are betraide.

Enter the Duke of YORKE and the Duke of BUCKINGHAM, and others.

Yorke. Come sirs, laie hands on them, and bind them sure, This time was well watcht. What Madame are you there? This will be great credit for your husband,

That you are plotting Treasons thus with Cuniurers,

The King shall haue notice of this thing.

[Exet ELNOR aboue. Buc. See here my Lord what the diuell hath writ. Yorke. Giue it me my Lord, Ile show it to the King.

Go sirs, see them fast lockt in prison.

[Exet with them.

Buc. My Lord, I pray you let me go post vnto the King. Vnto S. Albones, to tell this newes.

Yorke. Content. Away then, about straight.

Buc. Farewell my Lord.

Yorke. Whose within there?

[Exet BUCKINGHAM.

Enter one.

One. My Lord.

Yorke. Sirrha, go will the Earles of Salsbury and War

wicke to sup with me to night.

One. I will my Lord.

[Exet YORKE.

[Exet.

Enter the King and Queene with her Hawke on her fist, and Duke HUMPHREY and SUFFOLKE, and the Cardinall, as if they came from hawking.

Queene. My Lord, how did your grace like this last flight? But as I cast her off the winde did rise,

And twas ten to one, old Ione had not gone out.

Kin. How wonderful the Lords workes are on earth, Euen in these silly creatures of his hands,

Vnckle Gloster, how hie your Hawke did sore ?
And on a sodaine soust the Partridge downe.

Suf. No maruell if it please your Maiestie
My Lord Protectors Hawke done towre so well.
He knowes his maister loues to be aloft.

Hum. Faith my Lord, it is but a base minde That can sore no higher then a Falkons pitch.

Car. I thought your grace would be aboue the cloudes. Hum. I my Lord Cardinall, were it not good

Your grace could flie to heauen.

Car. Thy heauen is on earth, thy words and thoughts beat on a Crowne, proude Protector dangerous Peere, to smooth it thus with King and common-wealth.

Hum. How now my Lord, why this is more then needs, Church-men so hote. Good vnckle can you doate.

Suf. Why not Hauing so good a quarrell & so bad a cause. Hum. As how, my Lord?

Suf. As you my Lord. And it like your Lordly Lords Protectorship.

Hum. Why Suffolke, England knowes thy insolence.
Queene. And thy ambition Gloster.

Kin. Cease gentle Queene, and whet not on these furious Lordes to wrath, for blessed are the peacemakers on earth. Car. Let me be blessed for the peace I make,

Against this proud Protector with my sword.

Hum. Faith holy vnckle, I would it were come to that. Car. Euen when thou darest.

Hum. Dare. I tell rhee Priests, Plantagenets could neuer brooke the dare.

Car. I am Plantagenet as well as thou, and sonne to Iohn of Gaunt.

Hum. In Bastardie.

Car. I scorne thy words.

Hum. Make vp no factious numbers, but euen in thin own person meete me at the East end of the groue.

Car. Heres my hand, I will.

Kin. Why how now my Lords?

Car. Faith, Cousin Gloster, had not your man cast off so soone we had had more sport to day, Come with thy swoord and buckler.

Hum. Faith Priest, Ile shaue your Crowne.

Car. Protector, protect thy selfe well.

King. The wind growes high, so doth your chollour Lords.

Enter one crying, A miracle, a miracle.

How now, now sirrha, what miracle is it?

One. And it please your grace, there is a man that came blinde to S. Albones, and hath receiued his sight at his shrine. King. Goe fetch him hither, that wee may glorifye the Lord with him.

Enter the Maior of Saint Albones and his brethren with Musicke, bearing the man that had bene blind, betweene two in a chaire.

King. Thou happie man, giue God eternall praise, For he it is, that thus hath helped thee.

Hum. Where wast thou borne ?

Poore man. At Barwicke sir, in the North.

Hum. At Barwicke, and come thus far for helpe.

Poore man. I sir, it was told me in my sleepe,

That sweet saint Albones, should giue me my sight againe, Hum. What are thou lame too?

Poore man. I indeed sir, God helpe me.

Hum. How cain'st thou lame?

Poore man. With falling off on a plum-tree.

Hum. Wart thou blind & wold clime plum-trees?

Poore man. Neuer but once sir in all my life,

My wife did long for plums.

Hum. But tell me, wart thou borne blinde?