K. Henry. Now God be prais'd, that to believing Souls 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 Townímen on proceffion, To prefent your Highnefs with the Man.

K. Henry. Great is his comfort in this Earthly Vale, Although by his fight his Sin be multiplied.

Glo. Stand by, my Mafters, bring him near the King, His Highness pleafure is to talk with him.

K. Henry. Good-fellow, tell us here the Circumftance, That we for thee may glorifie the Lord.

What, haft thou been long blind, and now reftor'd ?
Simp. Born blind, and't please your Grace.
Wife. Ay, indeed was he.

Suf. What Woman is this?

Wife. His Wife, and't like your Worship.

Glo. Hadft thou been his Mother, thou couldst have better told.

K. Henry. Where wert thou born?

Simp. At Berwick in the North, and't like your

Grace.

K. Henry. Poor Soul,

God's Goodness hath been great to thee:

Let never Day nor Night unhallowed pafs,
But still remember what the Lord hath done.
Queen. Tell me, Good-fellow,

Cam ft thou here by Chance, or of Devotion,
To this holy Shrine?.

Simp. God knows of pure Devotion,

Being call'd a hundred times, and oftner,

In my fleep, by good Saint Alban:

Who faid, Simon, come, come offer at my Shrine,

And I will help thee.

Wife. Moft true, forfooth;

And many a time and oft my felf have heard a Voice, To call him fo.

Card. What art thou lame?

Simp. Ay. God Almighty help me.

Suf. How cam'it thou fo?

Simp. A fall off a Tree.

Wife. A Plum-tree, Mafter.

Glo. How long hast thou been blind?
Simp. O born fo, Master.

Glo. What, and would't climb a Tree?

Simp. But that in all my Life, when I was a Youth, Wife. Too true, and bought his climbing very dear. Glo. Mafs, thou lov'ft Plums well, that wouldft venture fo.

Simp. Alas, good Mafter, my Wife defired fome Damfons, and made me climb, with danger of my Life.

Glo. A fubtle Knave, but yet it fhall not ferve:
Let me fee thine Eyes, wink now, now open them,
In my Opinion, yet thou feeft 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? Simps 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 he did never see.

Glo. But Cloaks and Gowns, before this Day, a many.
Wife. Never before this Day, in all his Life.
Gle. Tell me, Sirrah, what's my Name &
Simp. Alas Mafter, I know not.

Glo. What's his Name?

Simp. I know not.

Glo. Nor his?

Simp. No indeed, Mafter.

Glo. What's thine own Name?

Simp. Saunder Simpcox, and if it please you, Mafter.
Glo. Then Saunder, fit there,

The lyingft Knave in Christendom.

If thou hadst been born blind,

Thou might'ft as well have known all our Names,
As thus to know the feveral Colours we do wear..
Sight may diftinguish Colours:

But fuddenly to nominate them all,

It

It is impoffible.

My Lords, Saint Alban here hath done a Miracle:
And would ye not think that Cunning to be great,
That could reftore this Cripple to his Legs again?
Simp. O Mafter, that you could?

Glo. My Mafters of Saint Albans,
Have you not 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. Glo. Now fetch me a Stool hither by and by.

Now Sirrah, if you mean to fave

your felf from Whipping, leap me over this Stool, 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 that fame Stool. 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 ftand.

[After the Beadle hath hit him once, he leaps over the Stool, and runs away; and they follow, and cry, A Miracle. K. Henry. O God, feeft thou this, and beareft fo 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 him be whipt through every Market Town, 'Till they come to Berwick, from whence they came. [Exit Beadle, 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. Enter Buckingham.

K. Henry. What Tidings with our Coufin Buckingham ? Buck. Such as my Heart doth tremble to unfold:

A fort of naughty Perfons, lewdly bent,

Under

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 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 to afflict my Heart:
Sorrow and Grief have vanquifh'd all my Powers;
And vanquifh'd as I am, I yield to thee,

Or to the meaneft Groom.

K. Henry. O God, what Mischiefs work the wicked Ones,
Heaping Confufion on their own Heads thereby?
Queen. Glofter, fee here the Tainture of thy Neft,
And look thy felf be faultlefs, thou wert best.

Glo. Madam, for my self, to Heav'n I do appeal,
How I have lov'd my King, and Commonweale:
And for my Wife, I know not how it stands,
Sorry am I to hear, what I have heard;
Noble fhe is; but if she 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 difhonoured Glofter's honest 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 these foul Offenders to their anfwers;
And poife the Caufe in Juftice equal Scales,

Whole Beam ftands fure, whofe rightful caufe prevails.

[Exeunt.

Enter

Enter York, Salisbury, and Warwick.

York. Now, my good Lords of Salisbury and Warwick, Our fimple Supper ended, give me leave, In this clofe Walk to fatisfie my felf, In craving your Opinion of my Title, Which is infallible to England's Crown.

Salis. My Lord, I long to hear it thus at full. War. Sweet York begin; and if thy Claim be good, The Nevils are thy Subjects to command.

York. Then thus:

Edward the Third, my Lords, had seven Sons:
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 fifth, was Edward Langley, Duke of York;
The fixth, Thomas 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 Bullingbroke, Duke of Lancaster,
The eldest Son 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 was murthered traiterously.
War. Father, the Duke hath told the Truth;
Thus got the House of Lancafter the Crown.

York. Which now they hold by force, and not by right: For Richard, the firft Son's Heir, being dead,

The Iffue of the next Son should have reign'd.
Sal. But William of Hatfield dy'd without an Heir.
York. The third Son, 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.