Enter the Mayor of St Alban's, and his brethren, bearing Simpcox between two in a chair, Simpcox's wife following.

Car. Here come the townfmen on proceffion, Before your Highness to prefent the man.

K. Henry. Great is his comfort in this earthly vale, Though by his fight his fin be multiply'd.

Glo. Stand by, my mafters, bring him near the King, His Highness' pleasure is to talk with him.

K. Henry. Good fellow, tell us here the circumftance, That we for thee may glorify the Lord.

What, haft thou been long blind, and now restor❜d ! Simp. Born blind, an't please your Grace.

Wife. Ay, indeed, was he.

Suf. What woman is this?

Wife. His wife, an't like your Worship.

Glo. Had'st thou been his mother, thou couldst have better told.

K. Henry. Where wert thou born?

Simp. At Berwick in the north, an't like

your Grace.

K. Henry. Poor foul! God's goodness hath been great to thee.

Let never day or night unhallowed pafs,

But fill remember what the Lord hath done.

Queen. Tell me, good fellow, cam't thou here by Or of devotion, to this holy fhrine?

[chance, Simp. God knows, of pure devotion; being call'd A hundred times and oft'ner, in my fleep,

By good Saint 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

Myfelf have heard a voice to call him fo.

Car. What, art thou lame?

Simp. Ay, God Almighty help me!

Suf. How eam'ft thou fo?

Simp. A fall off a tree.

Wife. A plum-tree, Master.

Glo. How long hast thou been blind?

Simp. O, born fo, Mater.

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 wouldīt venture fo.

Simp. Alas, good Sir, my wife desired some 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 them; In my opinion, yet, thou feest not well.

Simp. Yes, Mafter, clear as day; I thank God and

Saint Alban.

Glo. Say't 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't what colour jet is of?

Suf. And yet I think jet did he never fee.

Glo. But cloaks and gowns, before this day, a many.
Wife. Never before this day in all his life.

Glo. Tell me, firrah, 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, an' if it pleafe you, Mafter. Glo. Saunder, fit there, the lying'st knave in Chris ftendom.

If thou had't 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 Lord, Saint Alban here both done a miracle:
Would ye not think that cunning to be great,
That could reftore this cripple to his legs?
Simp. O Matter, that you could!
Glo. My Mafters of Saint Alban's,
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 presently,

Mayor, Sirrah, go fetch the beadle hither ftreight. [Exit Melenger. Glo. Now, fetch me a ftool hither. Now, firrah, if you mean to fave yourfelf 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 that fame ftool.

Bead. I will, my Lord. your doublet quickly.

Come on, firrah, off with

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, feeft thou this, and bear'ft 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.

came.

Glo. Let them be whipp'd through every markettown, till they come to Berwick, from whence they [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 1; You made in a day, my Lord, whole towns to fly.

SCENE III. 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 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 act,
Railing up wicked fpirits 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 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 Gloucester.
Glo. Ambitious churchman! leave t'af&t 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
Heaping confufion on their own heads thereby! [ones,
Queen Glo'lter, fee here the tainture of thy neft,
And look thyself be faultlefs, thou wert best.
Glo. Madam, for myfelf, 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 ftands.
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 fhame,

That hath dishonour'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 business thoroughly,

And call these foul offenders to their anfwers;
And poife the cause in justice' equal fcales,

Whole beam ftands fure, whofe rightful caufe prevails.

[Flourish. Exeunt.

VOL. V.

C

SCENE

SCENE IV. Changes to the Duke of York's palace.

Enter York, Salisbury, and Warwick.

[wick,

York. Now, my good Lords of Salisbury and War-
Our fimple fupper ended, give me leave,
In this close walk to fatisfy myself,

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 fubjects to command.

York. Then thus:

Edward the Third, my Lords, had feven fons:

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 Glo'ster;
William of Windfor was the feventh and laft.
Edward the Black Prince dy'd before his father,
And left behind him Richard, his only fon,

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 fhe came,
And him to Pomfret; where, as all you know,
Harmless King Richard trait'roufly was murther'd.
War. Father, the Duke hath told the truth.
Thus got the houfe of Lancaster the crown.

York. Which now they hold by force, and not by
For Richard, the first fon's heir being dead,
The iffue of the next fon fhould have reign'd,

[right;

Sa!. But William of Hatfield dy'd without an heir. York. The third fon, Duke of Clarence, from whose I claim the crown, had iffue Philippe, a daughter, [line Who married Edmond Mortimer, Earl of March. Edmond had iffue; Roger Earl of March: Rodger had iffue; Edmond, Anne, and Eleanor.