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Car. Are you advis'd ?—the east side of the grove? Glo. Cardinal, I am with you.
[ Aside. K. Hen. Why, how now, uncle Gloster.
Glo. Talking of hawking; nothing else, my lord. Now, by God's mother, priest, I'll shave your crown for
this, Or all my fence shall fail.
pray, my lords, let me compound this strife.
Enter an Inhabitant of Saint Albans, crying, A Mi
Inhab. A miracle! a miracle !
Inhab. Forsooth, a blind man at Saint Albans' shrine,
K. Hen. Now, God be prais'd! that to believing souls Gives light in darkness, comfort in despair !
Enter the Mayor of Saint Albans, and his Brethren ; and
Simpcox, borne between two persons in a Chair; his Wife and a great Multitude following.
Car. Here come the townsmen on procession, To present your highness with the man.
K. Hen. Great is his comfort in this earthly vale, Although by his sight his sin be multiplied.
Glo. Stand by, my masters, bring him near the king, His highness' pleasure is to talk with him.
K. Hen. Good fellow, tell us here the circumstance,
Simp. Born blind, an't please your grace.
to thee: Let never day nor night unhallow'd pass, But still remember what the Lord hath done. Q. Mar. Tell me, good fellow, cam'st thou here by
Simp. God knows, of pure devotion; being calld
Wife. Most true, forsooth; and many time and oft Myself have heard a voice to call him so.
Car. What, art thou lame?
Wife. A plum-tree, master.
ture so. Simp. Alas, good master, my wife desir’d some dam
sons, And made me climb, with danger of my life.
Glo. A subtle knave! but yet it shall not serve.-Let me see thine eyes :-wink now ;-now open In my opinion yet thou see'st not well. Simp. Yes, master, clear as day; I thank God, and
Saint Alban. Glo. Say'st thou me so? What colour is this cloak of ? Simp. Red, master; red as blood. Glo. Why, that's well said: What colour is my gown of? Simp. Black, forsooth; coal-black, as jet. K. Hen. Why then, thou know'st what colour jet is of? Suf. And yet, I think, jet did he never see. Glo. But cloaks, and gowns, before this day, a many. Wife. Never, before this day, in all his life. Glo. Tell me, sirrah, what's my name? Simp. Alas, master, I know not. Glo. What's his name? Simp. I know not. Glo. Nor his? Simp. No, indeed, master. Glo. What's thine own name? Simp. Saunder Simpcox, an if it please you, inaster.
Glo. Then, Saunder, sit thou there, the lyingest knave In Christendom. If thou hadst been born blind, Thou might'st as well have known our names, as thus To name the several colours we do wear. Sight may distinguish of colours; but suddenly To nominate them all, 's impossible.My lords, Saint Alban here hath done a miracle; And would ye not think that cunning to be great, That could restore this cripple to his legs ?
Simp. 0, master, that you could !
Glo. My masters of Saint Albans, have you not beadles in your town, and things called whips ?
May. Yes, my lord, if it please your grace.
[Erit an Attendant. Glo. Now fetch me a stool hither by and by. [A Stool brought out.] Now, sirrah, if you mean to save yourself from whipping, leap me over this stool, and run away.
Simp. Alas, master, I am not able to stand alone: You
about to torture me in vain.
Re-enter Attendant, with the Beadle. Glo. Well, sir, we must have you find your legs. Sirrah beadle, whip him till he leap over that same stool.
Bead. I will, my lord.—Come on, sirrah ; off with your doublet quickly.
Simp. Alas, master, what shall I do? I am not able to stand.
[-After the Beadle hath hit him once, he leaps over
the Stool, and runs away; and the People follow, and cry, A Miracle !
K. Hen. O God, see'st thou this, and bear'st so long? Q. Mar. It made me laugh, to see the villain run. Glo. Follow the knave; and take this drab away. Wife. Alas, sir, we did it for pure need.
Glo. Let them be whipped through every market town, till they come to Berwick, whence they came.
[Exeunt Mayor, Beadle, Wife, &c. Car. Duke Humphrey has done a miracle to-day. Suf. True; made the lame to leap, and fly away.
Glo. But you have done more miracles than I ; You made, in a day, my lord, whole towns to fly.
Buck. Such as my heart doth tremble to unfold.
Car. And so, my lord protector, by this means
[ Aside to Gloster. Glo. Ambitious churchman, leave to afflict my heart !