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By good St. Alban; who faid, "Simpcox, come; "Come, offer at my fhrine, and I will help thee."
Wife. Moft true, forfooth; and many a time and oft Myself have heard a voice to call him fo.
Car. What, art thou lame?
Glo. What, and wouldft climb a tree?
Simp. But once in all my life, when I was a youth.
Wife. Too true, and bought his climbing very dear.
Glo. Mafs, thou lov'dit plums well, that wouldft venture fo.
Simp. Alas, good Sir, my wife defir'd fome damfons, And made me climb, with danger of my life.
Glo. A fubtle knave! but yet it fhall not serve. -Let's fee thine eyes-wink now-now open themIn my opinion, yet, thou fee'ft not well.
Simp. Yes, mafter, clear as day; I thank God and Saint Alban.
Glo. Say'ft thou me fo? what colour is this cloak of? Simp. Red, mafter, red as blood.
Glo. Why, that's well faid: what colour is my gown of?.
Simp. Black, forfooth, coal black, as jet.
K. Henry. Why then thou know'ft what colour jet is of ?
Suf. And yet, I think, jet did he never fee.
The former Copics:
the faid, Simon, come; Come offer at my Shrine, and I will help thee.] Why, Simon? The Chronicles, that the Notice of Glofier's dete&
ing this pretended Miracle, tell us, that the Impoftor, who afferted himself to be cur'd of Blindnefs, was called Saunder Simpcox.-Simen was therefore a Corruption. THEOBALD.
Wife. Never before this day, in all his life.
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, mafter. Glo. Saunder, fit there, the lying'st knave in Chriftendom.
If thou hadst been born blind,
Thou might'ft as well know all our names, as thus
But fuddenly to nominate them all,
My Lords, Saint Alban here hath done a miracle,
Mayor. Yes, my Lord, if it please your Grace.
Glo. Now fetch me a ftool hither. Now, Sirrah, if you mean to fave yourself from whipping, leap me over this ftool, and run away.
Simp. Alas, mafter, I am not able to ftand alone, you go about to torture me in vain.
Enter a Beadle with Whips.
Glo. Well, Sir, we must have you find your legs. Sirrah, beadle, whip him till he leap over the fame ftool.
Bead. I will, my Lord. Come on, Sirrah. Off with your doublet quickly.
Simp. Alas, mafter, what shall I do? I am not able to stand.
[After the beadle bath bit him once, he leaps over the Stool and runs away; and they follow and cry, A miracle!
K. Henry. O God, fee'st thou this, and bear'st so long!
Queen. It made me laugh to fee 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 whipt through every market town, till they come to Berwick, from whence they came. [Exit beadle with the woman. Car. Duke Humphry 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.
K. Henry. What tidings with our coufin Bucking bam?
Buck. Such as my heart doth tremble to unfold.
As more at large your Grace fhall understand.
K. Henry. O God, what mifchiefs work the wicked ones,
Heaping confufion on their own heads thereby!
Queen. Glofter, fee here the tainture of thy neft, And look, thyself be faultlefs, thou wert beft.
Glo. Madam, for my felf, to heav'n I do appeal,
K. Henry. Well, for this night we will repofe us here;
To morrow toward London back again,
And call these foul offenders to their anfwers; 'And poife the Caufe in Juftice' equal scales, Whofe beam ftands fure, whofe rightful caufe prevails. [Flourish. Excunt.
9 Your Lady is forth-coming.] That is, your Lady is in cuftody. And poife the Caufe in juftice equal fcales,
Whofe beam ftands fure, whofe rightful cause prevails. ] The VOL. V.
fenfe will, I think, be mended if we read in the optative mood, -Justice equal scale, Whofe team and jure, shefe rightful caufe prevail.
Changes to the Duke of York's Palace.
York. NOW, my good Lords of Salisbury and
Our fimple fupper ended, give me leave,
Sal. My Lord, I long to hear it thus at full.
York. Then thus:
Edward the Third, my Lords, had feven fons:
• In craving your opinion of
Which is infallible, to England's
cronun.] I know not well whether he means the opinion or the title is infallible..