By good St. Alban; who faid, "Simpcox, come; 66 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 ? Simp. A fall off of a tree. Wife. A plum-tree, master. Glo. How long haft thou been blind? 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'dft 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 ferve. -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. ing this pretended Miracle, telt us, that the Impoftor, who afferted himself to be cur'd of Blindness, was called Saunder Simpeox.-Simon was therefore a Corruption. THEOBALD. Wife. Never before this day, in all his life. Glo. What's his name? Simp. I know not. Glo. Nor his? Simp. No, indeed, master. Gio. What's thine own name? Simp. Saunder Simpcox, an if it please you, mafter. Glo. Saunder, fit there, the lying'ft knave in Chrif tendom. If thou hadst been born blind, Thou might'ft as well know all our names, as thus Sight may diftinguish colours, But fuddenly to nominate them all, It is impoffible. My Lords, Saint Alban here hath done a miracle, Glo. My masters of Saint Albans, Mayor. Yes, my Lord, if it please your Grace. Mayer. Sirrah, go fetch the beadle hither straight. [Exit Meffenger, Glo. Now fetch me a ftool hither. Now, Sirrah, you mean to fave yourself from whipping, leap me over this ftool, and run away. if 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. Bead. I will, my Lord. Come on, Sirrah. Off with your doublet quickly. Simp. Alas, mafter, what fhall I do? I am not able to ftand. [After the beadle hath hit him once, he leaps over the ftool and runs away; and they follow and cry, A miracle! K. Henry. O God, fee'ft 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 Buck- Buck. Such as my heart doth tremble to unfold. As As more at large your Grace fhall underftand. Car. And fo, my Lord Protector, by this means Your Lady is forthcoming yet at London: This news, I think, hath turn'd your weapon's edge. 'Tis like, my Lord, you will not keep your hour. [Afide to Glo'fter. Glo. Ambitious Church-man! leave t'afflict my heart! Sorrow and grief have vanquifh'd all my powers; And vanquish'd as I am, I yield to thee, Or to the meanest groom. 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, Glo. Madam, for myself, to heav'n I do appeal, I banish her my bed and company, And give her as a prey to law and shame, That hath difhonour'd Glo'fter's honeft name. K. Henry. Well, for this night we will repofe us here; To morrow toward London back again, To look into this bufinefs thoroughly. And call thefe foul offenders to their anfwers; Whose beam ftands fure, whofe rightful caufe prevails. 9 Your Lady is forth-coming.] That is, your Lady is in custody. And poife the Caufe in juice equal fcales, Whofe beam fands fure, whofe rightful caufe prevails.] The VOL. V. [Flourish. Exeunt. fenfe will, I think, be mended if we read in the optative mood, -Juice equal feule, Wheft beam ftand Jure, whoje rightful caufe prevail. SCENE IV. Changes to the Duke of York's Palace. Enter York, Salisbury, and Warwick. York. Now, Warwick, OW, my good Lords of Salisbury and Our fimple fupper ended, give me leave, In craving your opinion of my Title, Sal. My Lord, I long to hear it thus at full. York. Then thus: Edward the Third, my Lords, had feven fons: The firft, Edward the black Prince, Prince of Wales; The fecond, William of Hatfield; and the third, Lionel Duke of Clarence; next to whom Was John of Gaunt, the Duke of Lancaster ; The fixth was Thomas of Woodstock, Duke of Glofter. Who, after Edward the Third's death, reign'd King; In craving your opinion of crown.] I know not well whether he means the opinion or the title is infallible. York. |