Henry VI, Pt. 2
Act I, Scene 4
London. Gloucester’s Garden.
- Enter the witch, Margery Jourdain, the two priests—Hume and
- Southwell—and Bolingbrook.
John Hume
1 - 2- Come, my masters, the Duchess, I tell you, expects
- performance of your promises.
Roger Bolingbrook
3 - 4- Master Hume, we are therefore provided. Will her ladyship
- behold and hear our exorcisms?
John Hume
5- Ay, what else? Fear you not her courage.
Roger Bolingbrook
6 - 11- 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.
- She lies down upon her face.
- John Southwell, read you; and let us to our work.
- Enter Eleanor the Duchess aloft, Hume following.
Duchess
12 - 13- Well said, my masters, and welcome all.
- To this gear, the sooner the better.
Roger Bolingbrook
14 - 21- 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 do the ceremonies belonging, and make the circle;
- Bolingbrook or Southwell reads, “Conjuro te, etc.” It
- thunders and lightens terribly; then the Spirit riseth.
Spirit
22- Adsum.
Margery Jourdain
23 - 26- 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
27- Ask what thou wilt. That I had said, and done!
Roger Bolingbrook
28- “First of the King: what shall of him become?”
- Reading out of a paper.
Spirit
29 - 30- The duke yet lives that Henry shall depose;
- But him out-live, and die a violent death.
- As the Spirit speaks, Bolingbrook writes the answer.
Roger Bolingbrook
31- “Tell me what fate awaits the Duke of Suffolk?”
Spirit
32- By water shall he die, and take his end.
Roger Bolingbrook
33- “What shall betide the Duke of Somerset?”
Spirit
34 - 37- 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.
Roger Bolingbrook
38 - 39- Descend to darkness and the burning lake!
- False fiend, avoid!
- Thunder and lightning. Exit Spirit sinking down again.
- Enter the Duke of York and the Duke of Buckingham with their
- Guard, Sir Humphrey Stafford as Captain, and break in.
Duke of York
40 - 45- 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
46 - 47- Not half so bad as thine to England’s king,
- Injurious duke, that threatest where’s no cause.
Duke of Buckingham
48 - 53- 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!
- Exit Guard with Jourdain, Southwell, etc.
Duke of York
54 - 74- 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 out-live, 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 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.
Duke of Buckingham
75 - 76- Your Grace shall give me leave, my Lord of York,
- To be the post, in hope of his reward.
Duke of York
77 - 79- At your pleasure, my good lord. Who’s within there, ho?
- Enter Gloucester’s Servingman.
- Invite my Lords of Salisbury and Warwick
- To sup with me tomorrow night. Away!
- Exeunt.