My lord protector, 'tis his highness' pleasure
You do prepare to ride unto Saint Alban's,
Where as the king
and queen do mean to hawk.
I go. Come, Nell, thou wilt ride with us?
Yes, my good lord, I'll follow presently.
Exeunt GLOUCESTER and Messenger
Follow I must; I cannot go before,
While Gloucester bears this base and humble mind.
Were I a man, a
duke, and next of blood,
I would remove these tedious stumbling-blocks
And smooth my way upon their
And, being a woman, I will not be slack
To play my part in Fortune's pageant.
you there? Sir John! nay, fear not, man,
We are alone; here's none but thee and I.
Jesus preserve your royal majesty!
What say'st thou? majesty! I am but grace.
But, by the grace of God, and Hume's advice,
Your grace's title shall be multiplied.
What say'st thou, man? hast thou as yet conferr'd
With Margery Jourdain, the cunning witch,
Bolingbroke, the conjurer?
And will they undertake to do me good?
This they have promised, to show your highness
A spirit raised from depth of under-ground,
make answer to such questions
As by your grace shall be propounded him.
It is enough; I'll think upon the questions:
When from St. Alban's we do make return,
We'll see these things
effected to the full.
Here, Hume, take this reward; make merry, man,
With thy confederates in this weighty
Hume must make merry with the duchess' gold;
Marry, and shall. But how now, Sir John Hume!
your lips, and give no words but mum:
The business asketh silent secrecy.
Dame Eleanor gives gold to
bring the witch:
Gold cannot come amiss, were she a devil.
Yet have I gold flies from another coast;
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