_Enter_ Duchess _aloft_, HUME _following_. _Duch._ Well said, my masters; and welcome all. To [bad012] this gear the sooner the better. _Boling._ Patience, good lady; wizards know their times: Deep night, dark night, the silent of the night,   [bad015] 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,   [bad018] That time best fits the work we have in hand. Madam, sit you and fear not: whom we raise,   ·bad020· We will make fast within a hallow’d verge.   [bad021] [_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._ _Spir._ Adsum.   [bad022] _M. Jourd._ Asmath,   [bad023] By the eternal God, whose name and power Thou tremblest at, answer that I shall ask;   [bad025] For, till thou speak, thou shalt not pass from hence. _Spir._ Ask what thou wilt. That I had said and done!   [bad027] _Boling._ ‘First of the king: what shall of him become?’   [bad028] [_Reading out of a paper._ _Spir._ The duke yet lives that Henry shall depose; But him outlive, and die a violent death.   [bad030] [_As the Spirit speaks, Southwell writes the answer._ _Boling._ ‘What fates await the Duke of Suffolk?’   [bad031] _Spir._ By water shall he die, and take his end. _Boling._ ‘What shall befall the Duke of Somerset?’ _Spir._ Let him shun castles; Safer shall he be upon the sandy plains   [bad035] Than where castles mounted stand.   [bad036] Have done, for more I hardly can endure. _Boling._ Descend to darkness and the burning lake! False fiend, avoid!   [bad039] [_Thunder and lightning. Exit Spirit._ _Enter the_ DUKE OF YORK _and the_ DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM _with their_ Guard _and break in_. _York._ Lay hands upon these traitors and their trash.   ·bad040· Beldam, I think we watch’d you at an inch. What, madam, are you there? the king and commonweal   [bad042] Are deeply indebted for this piece of pains:   [bad043] My lord protector will, I doubt it not, See you well guerdon’d for these good deserts.   ·bad045· _Duch._ Not half so bad as thine to England’s king, Injurious duke, that threatest where’s no cause.   [bad047] _Buck._ True, madam, none at all: what call you this?   [bad048] Away with them! let them be clapp’d up close, And kept asunder. You, madam, shall with us.   [bad050] Stafford, take her to thee.   [bad051] [_Exeunt above Duchess and Hume, guarded._ We’ll see your trinkets here all forthcoming.   [bad052] All, away! [bad053] [_Exeunt guard with Jourdain, Southwell, &c._