SPIRIT.
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.
BOLINGBROKE.
Descend to darkness and the burning lake!
False fiend, avoid!
[Thunder and lightning. Exit Spirit.]
Enter the Duke of York and the Duke of Buckingham with their Guard, and Sir Humphrey Stafford, and break in.
YORK.
Lay hands upon these traitors and their trash.
Beldam, I think we watched 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 guerdoned for these good deserts.
ELEANOR.
Not half so bad as thine to England’s king,
Injurious duke, that threatest where’s no cause.
BUCKINGHAM.
True, madam, none at all. What call you this?
Away with them! Let them be clapped up close
And kept asunder.—You, madam, shall with us.—
Stafford, take her to thee.
[Exit Stafford.]
[Exeunt above, Duchess and Hume, guarded.]
We’ll see your trinkets here all forthcoming.
All, away!