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HUME Exit.

Jesus preserve your royal majesty! [70]

ELEANOR

What say’st thou? Majesty? I am but grace.

HUME

But by the grace of God and Hume’s advice
Your grace’s title shall be multiplied.

ELEANOR

What say’st thou, man? Hast thou as yet conferred
With Margery Jourdain the cunning witch, [75]
With Roger Bolingbroke the conjurer,
And will they undertake to do me good?

HUME

This they have promised to show your highness:
A spirit raised from depth of underground
That shall make answer to such questions [80]
As by your grace shall be propounded him.

ELEANOR

It is enough; I’ll think upon the questions.
When from Saint Albans we do make return
We’ll see these things effected to the full.
Here, Hume, take this reward; make merry, man, [85]
With thy confederates in this weighty cause.

HUME

Hume must make merry with the duchess’ gold;
Marry, and shall. But how now, Sir John Hume?
Seal up your lips and give no words but mum:
The business asketh silent secrecy. [90]
Dame Eleanor gives gold to bring the witch:
Gold cannot come amiss, were she a devil.
Yet have I gold flies from another coast:
I dare not say from the rich cardinal
And from the great and new-made Duke of Suffolk; [95]