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King Henry the Sixth, I. iv

What have we here?

'The duke yet lives that Henry shall depose;

But him outlive, and die a violent death.'

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?

Let him shun castles:

Safer shall he be upon the sandy plains

Than where castles mounted stand.'

Come, come, my lords; these oracles

Are hardly attain'd, and hardly understood.

The king is now in progress towards Saint Albans;

With him, the husband of this lovely lady:

Thither goes these news as fast as horse can carry them,

A sorry breakfast for my Lord Protector.

Buck. Your Grace shall give me leave, my Lord of York,

To be the post, in hope of his reward.

York. At your pleasure, my good lord.

Who's within there, ho!

Invite my Lords of Salisbury and Warwick

To sup with me to-morrow night. Away!

Exeunt.  65 Cf. n.

74 hardly: with difficulty

77 goes; cf. n. 