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Tell me, what fate awaits the Duke of Suffolk?
By water fhall be die, and take his end.
Safer fhall be be on the fandy plains,
3 These Oracles are hardily attain'd,
The King is now in progrefs tow'rds St. Albans,
Buck. Your Grace fhall give me leave, my Lord of
To be the Post, in hope of his reward.
Enter a Serving-man.
Invite my Lords of Salisbury and Warwick,
3 Thefe Oracles are hardly attain'd,
And hardly understood.] Not only the Lameness of the Verfification, but the Imperfection of the Senfe too, made me fufpe&t this paffage to be corrupt. York, feizing the Parties and their Papers, fays, he'll fee the Devil's Writ; and finding the Wizard's Anfwers intricate and ambiguous, he makes this general Comment
upon fuch fort of Intelligence, as
And hardly underfood. i. e. A great Rifque and Hazard is run to obtain them; and yet, after thefe bardy Steps taken, the informations are fo perplex'd that they are hardly to be understood,
ACT II. SCENE I.
At St. ALBANS.
Enter King Henry, Queen, Protector, Cardinal, and Suffolk, with Faulkners ballooing.
ELIEVE me, lords,
for flying at the brook, I faw no better sport thefe feven years' day; Yet, by your leave, the wind was very high, And, ten to one, old Joan had not gone out.
K. Henry. But what a point, my lord, your Faulcon made,
And what a pitch fhe flew above the rest.
Car. I thought as much. He'd be above the clouds. Glo. Ay, my lord Card'nal, how think you by that? Were it not good, your Grace could fly to heav'n? K. Henry. The treasury of everlasting joy! Car. Thy heaven is on earth, thine eyes and thoughts Bent on a Crown, the treasure of thy heart,
For flying at the brook.] The falconer's term for hawking at water-fowl.
5 The wind was very high, And, ten to one, old Joan had not gene cut.] I am told by gentleman better acquainted
with falconry than myself, that the meaning, however expreffed, is, that, the wind being high, it was ten to one that the old hawk had flown quite away; a trick which hawks often play their masters in windy weather.
Pernicious Protector, dangerous Peer,
That smooth'ft it fo with King and Common-weal! Glo. What, Cardinal! Is your priesthood grown fo peremptory?
Tantene animis Cæleftibus iræ?
Churchmen fo hot? good uncle, hide fuch malice. • With fuch Holinefs can you do it?
Suf. No malice, Sir, no more than well becomes So good a quarrel, and fo bad a Peer. Glo. As who, my Lord?
Suf. Why, as yourfelf, my Lord; An't like your lordly, lord Protectorship.
Glo. Why, Suffolk, England knows thine infolence. Q. Mar. And thy ambition, Glo'fer.
K. Henry. I pr'ythee, peace, good Queen; And whet not on these too too furious Peers, For blessed are the peace-makers on earth.
Car. Let me be bleffed for the peace I make, Against this proud Protector, with my fword! Glo. Faith, holy uncle, 'would 'twere come to that.
Car. Marry, when thou dar'ft.
Glo. Make up no factious numbers for the
In thine own person answer thy abuse.
This Ev'ning on the eaft-fide of the grove.
6 With fuch Holiness can you do it? Do what? the verfe wants a foot, we should read, With fuch Holiness can you NOT do it?
Spoken ironically. By holinefs he means hypocrify: and fays, have you not hypocrify enough to hide your malice?
WARBURTON. The verfe is lame enough after the emendation, nor does the
K. Henry. How now, my Lords? Car. Believe me, coufin Glo'fter, Had not your man put up the fowl fo fuddenly, We'd had more sport Come with thy two-hand fword. [Afide to Glo'fter.
Glo. True, uncle.
Car. Are you advis'd?-the east fide of the Grove. Glo. Cardinal, I am with you. [Afide.
K. Henry. Why, how now, uncle Glo'fter? Glo. Talking of hawking; nothing elfe, my Lord.Now, by God's mother, Prieft, I'll fhave your crown for this,
Or all my Fence shall fail.
Car. [Afide.] Medice, teipfum.
How irksome is this mufick to my heart!
Enter One, crying, A Miracle!
Glo. What means this noife?
Fellow, what miracle doft thou proclaim?
One. A miracle! a miracle!
Suf. Come to the King, and tell him what miracle, One. Forfooth, a blind man at St. Alban's fhrine,
7. Come with thy two-band Sword.
Glo. True, Uncle, are ye advis'd? the Eaft fide of the
Cardinal, I am with You.] Thus is the whole Speech plac'd to Glofter, in all the Editions: but furely, with great inadver
tence. It is the Cardinal, who first appoints the Eaft-fide of the Grove and how finely does it exprefs Rancour and Impetuofity for fear Gloucefter fhould miftake, to repeat the Appointment, and afk his Antagonist if he takes him right!
Within this half hour hath receiv'd his fight,
K. Henry. Now God be prais'd, that to believing
Gives light in darkness, comfort in despair!
Enter the Mayor of St. Albans, and his brethren, bearing Simpcox between two in a chair, Simpcox's wife following.
Car. Here come the townfmen on proceffion, Before your Highnefs to prefent the man.
K. Henry, Great is his comfort in this earthly vale, Though by his fight his fin be multiply'd.
Glo. Stand by, my mafters. Bring him near the King, His Highnefs' pleasure is to talk with him.
K. Henry. Good fellow, tell us here the circumftance, That we, for thee, may glorify the Lord. What haft thou been long blind, and now restor❜d? Simp. Born blind, an't please your Grace. Wife. Ay, indeed, was he.
Suf. What woman is this?
Wife. His wife, an't like your worship.
Gle. Had'ft thou been his mother, thou couldst have better told.
K. Henry. Where wert thou born?
Simp. At Berwick in the north, an't like your Grace. K. Henry, Poor Soul! God's goodness hath been great to thee.
Let never day or night unhallowed pafs,
Queen. Tell me, good fellow, cam'ft thou here by chance,
Or of devotion, to this holy fhrine?
Simp. God knows, of pure devotion; being call'd A hundred times and oftner, in my sleep,