Glou. Nor his? Simp. No indeed, mafter. Glou. What's thine own name? Simp. Saunder Simpcox, an if it please you, master. Glou. Then, Saunder, fit thou there, the lying'ft knave In christendom. If thou hadft been born bl.nd, Thou might'ft as well know all our names, as thus To know the feveral colours we do wear. 7 Sight may diftinguish 'colours: true, but fuddenly My Lords, St. Alban here hath done a miracle: And things call'd whips? Mayor. Yes, my Lord, if it pleafe your Grace. Mayor. Sirrah, go fetch the bedel hither straight. [Exit Meffenger. 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 bit 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! Q. Mar. 6 Saunder, fit there, 7 colours: but Q. Mar. It made me laugh to fee the villain run. 8 Glou. Let them be whipt through ev'ry 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. SCEN E 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 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 hall 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 Gloucefter. Glou. 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, Or to the meanest groom. 8 has H 4 K. Henry, K. Henry. O God, what mischiefs work the wicked ones, Heaping confufion on their own heads! Q. Mar. Glo'fter, fee here the tainture of thy neft, Glou. Madam, for me, to heav'n I do appeal, I banish her my bed and company, And give her as a prey to law and shame, 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 answers; Whose beam ftands fure, whofe rightful caufe prevails. SCENE IV. The Duke of York's Palace. Enter York, Salisbury, and Warwick. OW, my good Lords of Salisbury and Warwick, York. No Our fimple fupper ended, give me leave In this close walk to fatisfy my felf 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 seven fons: The The firft, Edward the black Prince, Prince of Wales; Was John of Gaunt, the Duke of Lancaster; York. Which now they hold by force, and not by right: For Richard the firft fon's heir being dead, The issue 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 whofe line I claim the crown, had iffue Philippe, a daughter, Who married Edmund Mortimer Earl of March. Edmund had iffue, Roger Earl of March: Roger had iffue, Edmund, Anne, and Eleanor. Sal. This Edmund, in the reign of Bolingbroke. As I have read, laid claim unto the crown; And, but for Owen Glendower, had been King; Who kept him in captivity, 'till he dy’d. But to the reft. York. His eldest sister, Anne, My mother, being heir unto the crown, I Who was the fon of Edmund Langley, Edward 21 Edward the Third's fifth fon's fon, and by her Succeed before the younger, I am King. War. What plain proceeding is more plain than this? Both. Long live our Sovereign Richard, England's King! 'Till I be crown'd, and that my fword be ftain'd Sal. My Lord, here break we off; we know your mind. Shall one day make the Duke of York a King. [Exeunt. SCENE |