Have done, for more I hardly can endure.
Boling. 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 break in.
40 York. 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,
45 See you well guerdon’d for these good deserts.