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  • Title: Henry VI, Part 2 (Quarto 1, 1594)

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    Author: William Shakespeare
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    Henry VI, Part 2 (Quarto 1, 1594)

    The first part of the contention of the two famous

    Enter sir Iohn Hum.

    344.1What sir Iohn Hum, what newes with you?
    345Sir Iohn. Iesus preserue your Maiestie.
    Elnor. My Maiestie. Why man I am but grace.
    Ser Iohn. I, but by the grace of God & Hums aduise,
    Your graces state shall be aduanst ere long.
    Elnor. What hast thou conferd with Margery Iordaine, the
    350 cunning Witch of Ely, with Roger Bullingbrooke and the
    rest, and will they vndertake to do me good?
    Sir Iohn. I haue Madame, and they haue promised me to raise
    a Spirite from depth of vnder grounde, that shall tell your
    355 grace all questions you demaund.
    Elnor. Thanks good sir Iohn. Some two daies hence I gesse
    357.1Will fit our time, then see that they be here:
    For now the King is ryding to Saint Albones,
    358.1And all the Dukes and Earles along with him,
    When they be gone, then safely they may come,
    And on the backside of my Orchard heere,
    There cast their Spelles in silence of the night,
    358.5And so resolue vs of the thing we wish,
    360Till when, drinke that for my sake, And so farwell.
    Exet Elnor.
    Sir Iohn. Now sir Iohn Hum, No words but mum.
    365Seale vp your lips, for you must silent be,
    These gifts ere long will make me mightie rich,
    The Duches she thinks now that all is well,
    But I haue gold comes from another place,
    From one that hyred me to set her on,
    375To plot these Treasons gainst the King and Peeres,
    And that is the mightie Duke of Suffolke.
    For he it is, but I must not say so,
    That by my meanes must worke the Duches fall,
    381.1Who now by Cuniurations thinkes to rise.
    But whist sir Iohn, no more of that I trow,