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Suf. How cam'ft thou fo?

Simp. A fall off a tree?
Wife. A plum-tree? master.

Glo. How long haft thou been blind?
Simp. O, born so, master.

Glo. What, and would'ft 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'dft plums well, that would'st venture so.

Simp. Alas, good Sir, my wife defir'd fome 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 fee'ft not well.

Simp. Yes, mafter, clear as day; I thank God and Saint Alban.

Glo. Say'st 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'ft what colour jet is of?

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

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

Glo. What's thine own name?

Simp. Saunder Simpcox, an if it please you, mafter. Glo. Saunder, fit there, the lying't knave in Christendom.

If

If thou had'ft been born blind,

Thou might'ft as well know all our names, as thus To name the several 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. 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 ftraight. [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 ftand alone: you go about to torture me in vain.

Enter a Beadle with Whips.

Glo. Well, Sir, we muft have you find your legs. Sirrah, beadle, whip him till he leap over that fame ftool.

Bead. I will, my lord. Come on, Sirrah, off with your doublet quickly.

Simp. Alas, mafter, what fhall I do? I am not able to stand.

[After the beadle bath bit him once, he 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

fo long!

Queen.

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 [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 I ; You made in a day, my lord, whole towns to fly.

came.

SCENE

NE 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 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 t'afflict my.

heart!

Sorrow and grief have vanquish'd all my powers;
And vanquish'd as I am, I yield to thee,

Of

Or to the meanest

groom.

K. Henry. O God, what mifchiefs work the wicked

ones,

Heaping confufion on their own heads thereby!

Queen. Glofter, see here the tainture of thy neft, And look, thyself be faultless, thou wert beft.

Glo. Madam, for myself, 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 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 dishonour'd Glo'fter's honest name.

K. Henry. 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

And poife the Caufe in Juftice' equal fcales,

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Whose beams ftands fure, whofe rightful caufe prevails.

York.

SCENE

[Flourish. Exeunt.

IV.

Changes to the Duke of York's Palace.

Enter York, Salisbury, and Warwick.

NOW, my good lords of Salisbury and

Warwick,

Our fimple fupper ended, give me leave,
In this clofe 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.

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 seven fons:

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 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 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 the 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 house of Lancaster the Crown.

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 fhould have reign'd.

Sal. But William of Hatfield dy'd without an heir.
York. The third fon, Duke of Clarence, from whose
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 Glendour, had been King;
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