Page 508 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1

[Showing her the papers.]
Away with them, let them be clapped up close [50]
And kept asunder. You, madam, shall with us. -
Stafford, take her to thee. -

[Exeunt aloft Eleanor and Hume, guarded.]
We’ll see your trinkets here all forthcoming.
All away!

[Exeunt Guard with Jourdain, Southwell, and Bolingbroke.]

Y ORK

Lord Buckingham, methinks you watched her well: [55]
A pretty plot, well chosen to build upon!
Now pray, my lord, let’s see the devil’s writ.

[Buckingham hands him the papers.]
What have we here? Reads.
‘The duke yet lives that Henry shall depose;
But him outlive, and die a violent death.’ [60]
Why this is just, ‘Aio te, Æacida, 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?’ [65]
‘Let him shun castles:
Safer shall he be upon the sandy plains
Than where castles mounted stand.’
Come, come, my lord, these oracles
Are hardly attained and hardly understood. [70]
The king is now in progress towards Saint Albans,
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.

BUCKINGHAM

Your grace shall give me leave, my Lord of York, [75]
To be the post in hope of his reward.

Y ORK

At your pleasure, my good lord. - Who’s within there, ho?
Enter a Servingman.

Invite my Lords of Salisbury and Warwick
To sup with me tomorrow night. Away!