the KING, QUEEN, GLOUCESTER, CARDINAL, and SUFFOLK,
with Falconers halloing Enter
Believe me, lords, for flying at the brook, QUEEN
I saw not better sport these seven years' day;
Yet, by your leave, the wind was very high,
And ten to one old Joan had not gone out.
But what a point, my lord, your falcon made,
And what a pitch she flew above the rest!
To see how God in all His creatures works!
Yea, man and birds are fain of climbing high.
No marvel, an it like your Majesty, SUFFOLK
My Lord Protector's hawks do tow'r so well;
They know their master loves to be aloft,
And bears his thoughts above his falcon's pitch.
My lord, 'tis but a base ignoble mind GLOUCESTER
That mounts no higher than a bird can soar.
I thought as much; he would be above the clouds. CARDINAL
Ay, my lord Cardinal, how think you by that? GLOUCESTER
Were it not good your Grace could fly to heaven?
The treasury of everlasting joy!
Thy heaven is on earth; thine eyes and thoughts CARDINAL
Beat on a crown, the treasure of thy heart;
Pernicious Protector, dangerous peer,
That smooth'st it so with King and commonweal.
What, Cardinal, is your priesthood grown peremptory? GLOUCESTER
Tantaene animis coelestibus irae?
Churchmen so hot? Good uncle, hide such malice;
With such holiness can you do it?
No malice, sir; no more than well becomes SUFFOLK
So good a quarrel and so bad a peer.
As who, my lord? GLOUCESTER
Why, as you, my lord, SUFFOLK
An't like your lordly Lord's Protectorship.
Why, Suffolk, England knows thine insolence. GLOUCESTER
And thy ambition, Gloucester. QUEEN
I prithee, peace,
Good Queen, and whet not on these furious peers;
For blessed are the peacemakers on earth.
Let me be blessed for the peace I make CARDINAL
Against this proud Protector with my sword!
GLOUCESTER [Aside to CARDINAL] Faith, holy uncle, would 'twere
come to that!
CARDINAL [Aside to GLOUCESTER] Marry, when thou dar'st.
GLOUCESTER [Aside to CARDINAL] Make up no factious numbers for the
In thine own person answer thy abuse.
CARDINAL [Aside to GLOUCESTER] Ay, where thou dar'st not peep; an
if thou dar'st,
This evening on the east side of the grove.
How now, my lords!
Believe me, cousin Gloucester, CARDINAL
Had not your man put up the fowl so suddenly,
We had had more sport. [Aside to GLOUCESTER] Come with thy
True, uncle. GLOUCESTER
CARDINAL [Aside to GLOUCESTER] Are ye advis'd? The east side of
GLOUCESTER [Aside to CARDINAL] Cardinal, I am with you.
Why, how now, uncle Gloucester!
Talking of hawking; nothing else, my lord. GLOUCESTER
[Aside to CARDINAL] Now, by God's Mother, priest,
I'll shave your crown for this,
Or all my fence shall fail.
CARDINAL [Aside to GLOUCESTER] Medice, teipsum;
Protector, see to't well; protect yourself.
The winds grow high; so do your stomachs, lords.
How irksome is this music to my heart!
When such strings jar, what hope of harmony?
I pray, my lords, let me compound this strife.
a TOWNSMAN of Saint Albans, crying 'A miracle!' Enter
What means this noise? GLOUCESTER
Fellow, what miracle dost thou proclaim?
A miracle! A miracle! TOWNSMAN
Come to the King, and tell him what miracle. SUFFOLK
Forsooth, a blind man at Saint Albans shrine TOWNSMAN
Within this half hour hath receiv'd his sight;
A man that ne'er saw in his life before.
Now God be prais'd that to believing souls
Gives light in darkness, comfort in despair!
the MAYOR OF SAINT ALBANS and his brethren,
bearing Simpcox between two in a chair;
his WIFE and a multitude following Enter
Here comes the townsmen on procession CARDINAL
To present your Highness with the man.
Great is his comfort in this earthly vale,
Although by his sight his sin be multiplied.
Stand by, my masters; bring him near the King; GLOUCESTER
His Highness' pleasure is to talk with him.
Good fellow, tell us here the circumstance,
That we for thee may glorify the Lord.
What, hast thou been long blind and now restor'd?
Born blind, an't please your Grace. SIMPCOX
Ay indeed was he. WIFE
What woman is this? SUFFOLK
His wife, an't like your worship. WIFE
Hadst thou been his mother, thou couldst have better GLOUCESTER
Where wert thou born?
At Berwick in the north, an't like your Grace. SIMPCOX
Poor soul, God's goodness hath been great to thee.
Let never day nor night unhallowed pass,
But still remember what the Lord hath done.
Tell me, good fellow, cam'st thou here by chance, QUEEN
Or of devotion, to this holy shrine?
God knows, of pure devotion; being call'd SIMPCOX
A hundred times and oft'ner, in my sleep,
By good Saint Alban, who said 'Simpcox, come,
Come, offer at my shrine, and I will help thee.'
Most true, forsooth; and many time and oft WIFE
Myself have heard a voice to call him so.
What, art thou lame? CARDINAL
Ay, God Almighty help me! SIMPCOX
How cam'st thou so? SUFFOLK
A fall off of a tree. SIMPCOX
A plum tree, master. WIFE
How long hast thou been blind? GLOUCESTER
O, born so, master! SIMPCOX
What, and wouldst climb a tree? GLOUCESTER
But that in all my life, when I was a youth. SIMPCOX
Too true; and bought his climbing very dear. WIFE
Mass, thou lov'dst plums well, that wouldst venture so. GLOUCESTER
Alas, good master, my wife desir'd some damsons SIMPCOX
And made me climb, With danger of my life.
A subtle knave! But yet it shall not serve: GLOUCESTER
Let me see thine eyes; wink now; now open them;
In my opinion yet thou seest not well.
Yes, master, clear as day, I thank God and Saint Alban. SIMPCOX
Say'st thou me so? What colour is this cloak of? GLOUCESTER
Red, master; red as blood. SIMPCOX
Why, that's well said. What colour is my gown of? GLOUCESTER
Black, forsooth; coal-black as jet. SIMPCOX
Why, then, thou know'st what colour jet is of?
And yet, I think, jet did he never see. SUFFOLK
But cloaks and gowns before this day a many. GLOUCESTER
Never before this day in all his life. WIFE
Tell me, sirrah, what's my name? GLOUCESTER
Alas, master, I know not. SIMPCOX
What's his name? GLOUCESTER
I know not. SIMPCOX
Nor his? GLOUCESTER
No, indeed, master. SIMPCOX
What's thine own name? GLOUCESTER
Saunder Simpcox, an if it please you, master. SIMPCOX
Then, Saunder, sit there, the lying'st knave in GLOUCESTER
Christendom. If thou hadst been born blind, thou mightst as well
have known all our names as thus to name the several colours we
do wear. Sight may distinguish of colours; but suddenly to
nominate them all, it is impossible. My lords, Saint Alban here
hath done a miracle; and would ye not think his cunning to be
great that could restore this cripple to his legs again?
O master, that you could! SIMPCOX
My masters of Saint Albans, have you not beadles in GLOUCESTER
your town, and things call'd whips?
Yes, my lord, if it please your Grace. MAYOR
Then send for one presently. GLOUCESTER
Sirrah, go fetch the beadle hither straight. MAYOR
an attendant Exit
Now fetch me a stool hither by and by. GLOUCESTER [A stool Now, sirrah, if you mean to save yourself from whipping,
leap me over this stool and run away.
Alas, master, I am not able to stand alone! SIMPCOX
You go about to torture me in vain.
a BEADLE with whips Enter
Well, sir, we must have you find your legs. GLOUCESTER
Sirrah beadle, whip him till he leap over that same stool.
I will, my lord. Come on, sirrah; off with your doublet BEADLE
Alas, master, what shall I do? I am not able to stand. SIMPCOX
the BEADLE hath hit him once, he leaps over
the stool and runs away; and they follow and cry 'A miracle!' After
O God, seest Thou this, and bearest so long?
It made me laugh to see the villain run. QUEEN
Follow the knave, and take this drab away. GLOUCESTER
Alas, sir, we did it for pure need! WIFE
Let them be whipp'd through every market town till they GLOUCESTER
come to Berwick, from whence they came.
MAYOR, BEADLE, WIFE, &c. Exeunt
Duke Humphrey has done a miracle to-day. CARDINAL
True; made the lame to leap and fly away. SUFFOLK
But you have done more miracles than I: GLOUCESTER
You made in a day, my lord, whole towns to fly.
What tidings with our cousin Buckingham?
Such as my heart doth tremble to unfold: BUCKINGHAM
A sort of naughty persons, 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 fact,
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.
And so, my Lord Protector, by this means CARDINAL
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.
Ambitious churchman, leave to afflict my heart. GLOUCESTER
Sorrow and grief have vanquish'd all my powers;
And, vanquish'd as I am, I yield to the
Or to the meanest groom.
O God, what mischiefs work the wicked ones,
Heaping confusion on their own heads thereby!
Gloucester, see here the tainture of thy nest; QUEEN
And look thyself be faultless, thou wert best.
Madam, for myself, to heaven I do appeal GLOUCESTER
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.
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 dishonoured Gloucester's honest name.
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 poise the cause in justice' equal scales,
Whose beam stands sure, whose rightful cause prevails.