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 Simpsox, and if it please you, master. 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
To name the feveral colours we do wear,

Sight may diftinguish colours,

But fuddenly to nominate them all,

It is impoffible.

My lords, Saint Alban here hath done a miracle,
Would ye not think that Cunning to be great,
That could restore this cripple to his legs?
Simp. Oh mafter, that you could!

Glo. My masters of Saint Albans,

Have you no beadles in your town,
And things call'd whips?

Mayor. Yes, my Lord, if it please your Grace.
Glo. Then fend for one prefently.

Mayor. Sirrah, go fetch the beadle hither straight.

[Exit Meffenger: 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, master, I am not able to stand 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.

Dead. 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 bath hit him once, be leaps over the ftool 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. Gio. But you have done more miracles than 1; You made in a day, my Lord, whole towns to fly.

SCENE III.

Enter Buckingham.

K. Henry What tidings with our coufin Buck-
ingkam?

Buck. Such as my heart doth tremble to unfold.
A fort of naughty perfons lewdly bent,
Under the countenance and confederacy
Of lady Eleanor, the Protector's wife,
The ring-leader and head of all this rout,
Have practis'd dangerously against your state.
Dealing with witches and with Conjurers,
Whom we have apprehended in the fact,
Raifing up wicked Spirits from under ground,
Demanding of King Henry's life and death,
And other of your Highness' Privy-council,

As

As more at large your Grace fhall understand.

Car. And fo, my Lord Protector, by this means • Your Lady is forth coming 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 vanquish'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,
And look, thyfelf be faultlefs, thou wert best.

Glo. Madam, for my felf, to heav'n I do appeal,
How I have lov'd my King and common-weal;
And for my wife, I know not how it stands.
Sorry am I to hear what I have heard;
Noble fhe is; but if fhe have forgot
Honour and Virtue, and convers'd with fuch
As, like to pitch, defile Nobility,

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;
And poife the Caufe in Juftice' equal fcales,

Whofe beam ftands fure, whofe rightful caufe prevails.

[Flourish. Exeunt.

fenfe will, I think, be mended if we read in the optative mood, -Juftice equal fcale, Whole beam itand fure, whofe rightful caufe prevail.

SCENE

SCENE IV.

Changes to the Duke of York's Palace.

Enter York, Salisbury, and Warwick.

York. NOW, my good Lords of Salisbury and

Warwick,

Our fimple fupper ended, give me leave,
In this close walk to fatisfy myfelf;
In craving your opinion of my Title,*
Which is infallible, to England's Crown.

Sal. My Lord, I long to hear it thus at full.

War. Sweet York, begin; and if thy Claim be good, The Nevills are thy Subjects to command.

York. Then thus:

Edward the Third, my Lords, had seven sons :
The first, 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 fifth was Edmond Langley, Duke of York;
The fixth was Thomas of Woodstock, Duke of Glofter.
William of Windfor was the feventh and last.

Edward the black Prince dy'd before his father,
And left behind him Richard, his only son,

Who, after Edward the Third's death, reign'd King;
Till Henry Bolingbroke, Duke of Lancaster,
The eldest fon and heir of John of Gaunt,
Crown'd by the name of Henry the Fourth,
Seiz'd on the realm; depos'd the rightful King;
Sent his poor Queen to France from whence the came,
And him to Pomfret; where, as all you know,
Harmless King Richard trait'rously was murder'd.
War. Father, the Duke hath told the truth;
Thus got the house of Lancafter the Crown.

* In craving your opinion of my Title,

Which is infallible, to England's

crown.] I know not well whether he means the opinion or the title is infallible

York.

York. Which now they hold by force, and not by right;

For Richard the first fon's heir being dead,

The iffue of the next fon fhou'd have reign'd.

Sal. But William of Hatfield dy'd without an heir.
York. The third fon, duke of Clarence, from whofe
Line

I claim the Crown, had iffue Philip, a daughter,
Who married Edmond Mortimer, Earl of March.
Edmond had iffue, Roger Earl of March:
Roger had iffue, Edmond, Anne, and Eleanor.

Sal. This Edmond, in the reign of Bolingbroke,
As I have read, laid Claim unto the Crown;
And, but for Owen Glendower, had been King;
Who kept him in captivity, till he dy'd.
But, to the rest-

Fork. His eldeft fifter, Anne,

My mother, being heir unto the Crown,
Married Richard Earl of Cambridge,
Who was the fon to Edmond Langley,
Edward the Third's fifth fon.

By her I claim the kingdom; fhe was heir
To Roger Earl of March, who was the fon
Of Edmond Mortimer, who Married Philip,
Sole daughter unto Lionel Duke of Clarence.
So, if the iffue of the elder fon

Succeed before the younger, I am King.

War. What plain proceeding is more plain than this? Henry doth claim the Crown from John of Gaunt, The fourth fon; York here claims it from the third, Till Lionel's iffue fail, his fhould not reign; It fails not yet, but flourisheth in thee And in thy fons, fair flips of fuch a stock. Then, father Salisbury, kneel we together, And in this private Plot be we the first, That fhall falute our rightful Sovereign With honour of his birth-right to the Crown.

D 2

Both.