from hence. Ask what thou wilt. That I had said and done! 'First of the king: what shall of him become?' The duke yet lives that Henry shall depose; But him outlive, and die a violent death. 'What fates await the Duke of Suffolk?' By water shall he die, and take his end. 'What shall befall the Duke of Somerset?' 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. Descend to darkness and the burning lake! False fiend, avoid! 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. Not half so bad as thine to England's king, Injurious duke, that threatest where's no cause. 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. We'll see your trinkets here all forthcoming. All, away! 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? '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. Your grace shall give me leave, my Lord of York, To be the post, in hope of his reward. At your pleasure, my good lord. Who's within there, ho! Invite my Lords of Salisbury and Warwick To sup with me to-morrow night. Away! Believe me, lords, for flying at the brook, I saw not better sport these seven years' day: Yet, by your leave, the wind