_Humph._ Well sir, we must haue you finde your legges. Sirrha Beadle, whip him till he leape ouer that same stoole. _Beadle._ I will my Lord, come on sirrha, off with your doublet quickly. ·dae120· _Poore man._ Alas maister what shall _I_ do, I am not able to stand. [dae122] After the Beadle hath hit him one girke, he leapes ouer the stoole and runnes away, and they run after him, crying, A miracle, a miracle. _Hump._ Amiracle, a miracle, let him be taken againe, & whipt through euery Market Towne til he comes at Barwicke where he was borne. ·dae125· _Mayor._ It shall be done my Lord. _Exet_ Mayor. _Suffolke._ My Lord Protector hath done wonders to day, He hath made the blinde to see, and halt to go. [dae128] _Humph._ I but you did greater wonders, when you made whole [dae129] Dukedomes flie in a day. ·dae130· Witnesse _France_. _King._ Haue done I say, and let me here no more of that. [dae132] Enter the Duke of _Buckingham_. What newes brings Duke Humprey of Buckingham? [dae133] _Buck._ Ill newes for some my Lord, and this it is, That proud dame Elnor our Protectors wife, ·dae135· Hath plotted Treasons gainst the King and Peeres, By wichcrafts, sorceries, and cuniurings, Who by such meanes did raise a spirit vp, To tell her what hap should betide the state, But ere they had finisht their diuellish drift, ·dae140· By Yorke and my selfe they were all surprisde, And heres the answere the diuel did make to them. _King._ First of the King, what shall become of him? _Reads._ The Duke yet liues, that Henry shal depose, Yet him out liue, and die a violent death. [dae145] Gods will be done in all. What fate awaits the Duke of Suffolke? By water shall he die and take his end. _Suffolke._ By water must the Duke of Suffolke die? [dae149] It must be so, or else the diuel doth lie. ·dae150· _King._ Let Somerset shun Castles, For safer shall he be vpon the sandie plaines, Then where Castles mounted stand. _Card._ Heres good stuffe, how now my Lord Protector [dae154] This newes I thinke hath turnde your weapons point, ·dae155· I am in doubt youle scarsly keepe your promise. _Humphrey._ Forbeare ambitious Prelate to vrge my griefe, And pardon me my gratious Soueraigne, For here I sweare vnto your Maiestie, That I am guiltlesse of these hainous crimes ·dae160· Which my ambitious wife hath falsly done, And for she would betraie her soueraigne Lord, I here renounce her from my bed and boord, And leaue her open for the law to iudge, Vnlesse she cleare her selfe of this foule deed. ·dae165· _King._ Come my Lords this night weele lodge in S. Albones, And to morrow we will ride to London, And trie the vtmost of these Treasons forth, Come vnckle Gloster along with vs, My mind doth tell me thou art innocent. _Exet omnes._ [dae170] SCENE VI.