Simp. God knows, of pure devotion: being call'd ‹ A hundred times, and oftner, in my sleep By good Saint Alban; who said,Simpcox, come; Come, offer at my shrine, and I will help thee. *Wife. Most true, forsooth; and many time and oft * Myself have heard a voice to call him so. Car. What, art thou lame? Ay, God Almighty help me! Simp. Simp. Wife. A plum-tree master. A fall off of a tree. How long hast thou been blind? Simp. O, born so, master. * Glo. Mass, thou lov'dst plums well, that would'st venture so. Simp. Alas, good master, my wife desir'd some damsons, 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 them : 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. What's his name? Glo. Nor his? Simp. No, indeed, master. Glo. What's thine own name? Simp. Saunder Simpcox, and ifit please you, master. Glo. Then, Saunder, sit thou there, the lyingest knave In Christendom. If thou hadst been born blind, Sight may distinguish of colours; but suddenly My lords, Saint Alban here hath done a miracle; Glo. My masters of Saint Albans, have you not May. Sirrah, go fetch the beadle hither straight. [Exit 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 go 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. Enter BUCKINGHAM. 'K. Hen. What tidings with our cousin Buckingham ? 'Buck. Such as my heart doth tremble to unfold, A sort of naughty persons, lewdly bent,8Under the countenance and confederacy Of lady Eleanor, the protector's wife, The ringleader 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; 8 A sort lewdly bent,] Lewdly, in this place, and in some others, does not signify wantonly, but wickedly. A sort is a company, 'Raising up wicked spirits from under ground, Demanding of king Henry's life and death, And other of your highness' privy council, 'As more at large your grace shall understand. "Car. And so, 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. [Aside to GLOSter. "Glo. Ambitious churchman, leave to 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. Hen. O God, what mischiefs work the wicked ones; * Heaping confusion on their own heads thereby! * Q. Mar. Gloster, see here the tainture of thy nest: * And, look, thyself be faultless, thou wert best. Glo. Madam, for myself, to heaven I do appeal. 'How I have lov'd my king, and commonweal: ་ And, for my wife, I know not how it stands; Sorry I am to hear what I have heard; 6 * Noble she is; but if she have forgot 'Honour, and virtue, and convers'd with such "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 dishonour'd Gloster's honest name. 'K. Hen. Well, for this night, we will repose us here: To-morrow, toward London, back again, To look into this business thoroughly, 'And call these foul offenders to their answers ; Your lady is forthcoming-] That is, Your lady is in custody. And poise the cause in justice' equal scales, Whose beam stands sure, whose rightful cause [Flourish. Exeunt. prevails. SCENE II. London. The Duke of York's Garden. Enter YORK, SALISBURY, and WARWICK. York. Now, my good lords of Salisbury and Our simple supper ended, give me leave, • Edward the Third, my lords, had seven sons: The first, Edward the Black Prince, prince of Wales; 'The second, William of Hatfield; and the third, 'Lionel, duke of Clarence; next to whom, Was John of Gaunt, the duke of Lancaster: • William of Windsor was the seventh, and last. 'Till Henry Bolingbroke, duke of Lancaster, The eldest son and heir of John of Gaunt, • Crown'd by the name of Henry the Fourth, |