Glou. My Lord, 'tis but a base ignoble mind That mounts no higher than a bird can foar. Car. I thought as much, he'd be above the clouds. Gleu. Ay, my Lord Card❜nal, how think you by that Were it not good, your Grace could fly to heav'n ? K. Henry. The treafury of everlasting joy! Car. Thy heaven is on earth, thine eyes and thoughts Bent on a crown, the treasure of thy heart: Pernicious Protector, dangerous Peer, That smooth'ft it so with King and common-weal ! Glou. What, Card'nal! is your priesthood grown fo peremptory? Churchmen fo hot? good uncle, hide fuch malice. Suf. No malice, Sir, no more than well becomes So good a quarrel, and fo bad a Peer. Glou. As who, my Lord ? Suf. Why, as your felf, my Lord, Glou. Why, Suffolk, England knows thine infolence. K. Henry. I pr'ythee, peace, good Queen ; Car. Let me be bleffed for the peace I make, Against this proud Protector, with my fword! Glou.'Faith holy uncle, would 'twere come to that. Car. Marry, when thou dar'ft. Glou.Make up no factious numbers for that matter, In thine own person answer thy abuse. Car. Ay, where thou dar'ft not peep and if thou dar'ft, This evening, on the eaft fide of the grove. K. Henry. How now, my Lords? Car. Believe me, coufin Glo'fter, Had not your man put up the fowl fo fuddenly, Afide. We'd had more sport Glou. True, uncle. Car. Are ye advis'd?-The eaft fide of the grove. Glou, Cardinal, I am with you. [Afide. K. Henry K. Henry. Why, how now, uncle Glofter? [Afide. Car. [Afide.] Protector, see to't well, protect your felf. K. Henry. The winds grow high, fo do your ftomachs, Lords. How irkfome is this musick to my heart! When fuch ftrings jar, what hope of harmony? SCENE II. Enter One crying, A miracle! Fellow, what miracle do'ft thou proclaim? Suf. Come to the King, and tell him what miracle. A man that ne'er faw in his life before. K. Henry. Now God be prais'd, that to believing fouls Enter the Mayor of St. Albans, and his brethren, bearing K. Henry. Great is his comfort in this earthly vale, Glou. Stand by, my mafters, bring him near the King, K. Henry. Good fellow, tell us here the circumftance, What, haft thou been long blind, and now reftor'd? Wife. Ay, indeed was he. Suf. What woman is this? Wife. His wife, an't like your Worship. Glou. 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 C K. Henry. Poor foul, God's goodness hath been great to thee: Let never day or night unhallowed pass, But ftill remember what the Lord hath done. Q. Mar. Tell me, good fellow, cam'ft thou here by Or of devotion, to this holy fhrine ? Simp. God knows of pure devotion, being call'd By good Saint Alban; who faid, Simpcox, come, [chance, Wife. Moft true, forfooth; and many a time and oft My felf have heard a voice to call him fo. Car. What, art thou lame? Simp. Ay, God Almighty help me! Simp. A fall from off a tree. Wife. A plum-tree, master. Glou. How long haft thou been blind? Simp. O, born so, mafter. Glou. What, and wouldft climb a tree? Simp. But once in all my life, when I was a youth. Simp. Alas, good Sir, my wife defir'd fome damfons, Glou. A fubtle knave, but yet it shall not serve : Let's fee thine eyes, wink now, now open them, In my opinion, yet, thou feeft not well. Simp. Yes, clear as day, I thank God and St. Alban. Glou. Say'ft thou me fo? what colour is this cloak of ? Simp. Red, mafter, red as blood. Glou. Why, that's well faid: what colour is my gown of ? Sim. Black, forfooth, coal-black, as jet. K. Henry. Why then thou know'ft what colour jet is of? Glou. But cloaks and gowns, before this day, a many. Glou. Glou. What's his name? Simp. I know not. Simp. No indeed, mafter. Glou. What's thine own name ? Simp. Saunder Simpcox, an if it please you, mafter. Thou might' ft as well know all our names, as thus My Lords, St. Alban here hath done a miracle: Mayor. Yes, my Lord, if it please your Grace. Mayor. Sirrah, go fetch the bedel hither straight. [Exit Me Glou. Now fetch me a ftool hither. Now, Sirrah, if you mean to fave your felf from whipping, leap me over this ftool, and run away. Simp. Alas, mafter, I am not able to ftand alone : you go about to torture me in vain. Enter a Bedel with whips. Glou. Well, Sir, we must have you find your legs. Sirrah bedel, whip him 'till he leap over that fame ftool. Bed. 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 Bedel bath hit him once, be leaps over the fool C 2 Wife. Wife. Alas, Sir, we did it for pure need. Glou. Let them be whipt through every market town, 'till they come to Berwick, from whence they came. [Exit Bedel with the Woman. Car. Duke Humphry hath done a miracle to day. Suf. True, made the lame to leap and fly away. Glou. But you have done more miracles than I; You made in a day, my Lord, whole towns to fly. SCENE III. Enter Buckingham. K. Henry. What tidings with our coufin Buckingham? [Afide to Gloucefter. K. Henry. O God, what mifchiefs work the wicked ones, Heaping confufion or their own heads! Mar. Glo'fter, fee here the tainture of thy neft, Honour |