Act 2, Scene 1
Saint Alban's.
- [Enter the KING, QUEEN, GLOSTER, CARDINAL, and SUFFOLK, with FALCONERS halloing.]
- Queen Margaret
- 669 Believe me, lords, for flying at the brook,
- 670 I saw not better sport these seven years' day;
- 671 Yet, by your leave, the wind was very high,
- 672 And, ten to one, old Joan had not gone out.
- King Henry VI
- 673 But what a point, my lord, your falcon made,
- 674 And what a pitch she flew above the rest!
- 675 To see how God in all His creatures works!
- 676 Yea, man and birds are fain of climbing high.
- Duke of Suffolk
- 677 No marvel, an it like your majesty,
- 678 My lord protector's hawks do tower so well;
- 679 They know their master loves to be aloft,
- 680 And bears his thoughts above his falcon's pitch.
- Duke of Gloucester
- 681 My lord, 't is but a base ignoble mind
- 682 That mounts no higher than a bird can soar.
- Cardinal Beaufort
- 683 I thought as much; he would be above the clouds.
- Duke of Gloucester
- 684 Ay, my lord cardinal? how think you by that?
- 685 Were it not good your grace could fly to heaven?
- King Henry VI
- 686 The treasury of everlasting joy.
- Cardinal Beaufort
- 687 Thy heaven is on earth; thine eyes and thoughts
- 688 Beat on a crown, the treasure of thy heart,
- 689 Pernicious protector, dangerous peer,
- 690 That smooth'st it so with king and commonweal.
- Duke of Gloucester
- 691 What, cardinal, is your priesthood grown peremptory?
- 692 Tantaene animis coelestibus irae?
- 693 Churchmen so hot? good uncle, hide such malice;
- 694 With such holiness can you do it?
- Duke of Suffolk
- 695 No malice, sir; no more than well becomes
- 696 So good a quarrel and so bad a peer.
- Duke of Gloucester
- 697 As who, my lord?
- Duke of Suffolk
- 698 Why, as you, my lord,
- 699 An 't like your lordly lord-protectorship.
- Duke of Gloucester
- 700 Why, Suffolk, England knows thine insolence.
- Queen Margaret
- 701 And thy ambition, Gloster.
- King Henry VI
- 702 I prithee, peace, good queen,
- 703 And whet not on these furious peers;
- 704 For blessed are the peacemakers on earth.
- Cardinal Beaufort
- 705 Let me be blessed for the peace I make
- 706 Against this proud protector, with my sword!
- [Aside to Cardinal.]
- Duke of Gloucester
- 707 Faith, holy uncle, would 't
- 708 were come to that!
- [Aside to Gloster.]
- Cardinal Beaufort
- 709 Marry, when thou dar'st.
- [Aside to Cardinal.]
- Duke of Gloucester
- 710 Make up no factious numbers
- 711 for the matter;
- 712 In thine own person answer thy abuse.
- [Aside to Gloster.]
- Cardinal Beaufort
- 713 Ay, where thou dar'st not peep;
- 714 an if thou dar'st,
- 715 This evening, on the east side of the grove.
- King Henry VI
- 716 How now, my lords!
- Cardinal Beaufort
- 717 Believe me, cousin Gloster,
- 718 Had not your man put up the fowl so suddenly,
- 719 We had had more sport.—
- [Aside to Gloster.]
- Cardinal Beaufort
- 720 Come with thy
- 721 two-hand sword.
- Duke of Gloucester
- 722 True, uncle.
- [Aside to Gloster.]
- Cardinal Beaufort
- 723 Are ye advis'd? the east side
- 724 of the grove?
- [Aside to CARDINAL.]
- Duke of Gloucester
- 725 Cardinal, I am with you.
- King Henry VI
- 726 Why, how now, uncle Gloster!
- Duke of Gloucester
- 727 Talking of hawking; nothing else, my lord.—
- [Aside to Cardinal.]
- Duke of Gloucester
- 728 Now, by God's mother, priest,
- 729 I'll shave your crown for this,
- 730 Or all my fence shall fail.
- [Aside to Gloster.]
- Cardinal Beaufort
- 731 Medice, teipsum—
- 732 Protector, see to 't well, protect yourself.
- King Henry VI
- 733 The winds grow high; so do your stomachs, lords.
- 734 How irksome is this music to my heart!
- 735 When such strings jar, what hope of harmony?
- 736 I pray, my lords, let me compound this strife.
- [Enter a Townsman of Saint Alban's, crying 'A miracle!']
- Duke of Gloucester
- 737 What means this noise?
- 738 Fellow, what miracle dost thou proclaim?
- Townsman
- 739 A miracle! A miracle!
- Duke of Suffolk
- 740 Come to the king, and tell him what miracle.
- Townsman
- 741 Forsooth, a blind man at Saint Alban's shrine,
- 742 Within this half hour, hath receiv'd his sight;
- 743 A man that ne'er saw in his life before.
- King Henry VI
- 744 Now, God be prais'd, that to believing souls
- 745 Gives light in darkness, comfort in despair!
- [Enter the Mayor of Saint Alban's and his brethren, bearing SIMPCOX, between two in a chair, SIMPCOX's Wife following.]
- Cardinal Beaufort
- 746 Here comes the townsmen on procession,
- 747 To present your highness with the man.
- King Henry VI
- 748 Great is his comfort in this earthly vale,
- 749 Although by his sight his sin be multiplied.
- Duke of Gloucester
- 750 Stand by, my masters.
- 751 Bring him near the king;
- 752 His highness' pleasure is to talk with him.
- King Henry VI
- 753 Good fellow, tell us here the circumstance,
- 754 That we for thee may glorify the Lord.
- 755 What, hast thou been long blind and now restor'd?
- Saunder Simpcox
- 756 Born blind, an 't please your grace.
- Simpcox's Wife
- 757 Ay indeed was he.
- Duke of Suffolk
- 758 What woman is this?
- Simpcox's Wife
- 759 His wife, an 't like your worship.
- Duke of Gloucester
- 760 Hadst thou been his mother, thou couldst
- 761 have better told.
- King Henry VI
- 762 Where wert thou born?
- Saunder Simpcox
- 763 At Berwick in the north, an 't like your grace.
- King Henry VI
- 764 Poor soul, God's goodness hath been great to thee;
- 765 Let never day nor night unhallow'd pass,
- 766 But still remember what the Lord hath done.
- Queen Margaret
- 767 Tell me, good fellow, cam'st thou here by chance,
- 768 Or of devotion, to this holy shrine?
- Saunder Simpcox
- 769 God knows, of pure devotion; being call'd
- 770 A hundred times and oftener, in my sleep,
- 771 By good Saint Alban, who said 'Simpcox, come,
- 772 Come, offer at my shrine, and I will help thee.'
- Simpcox's Wife
- 773 Most true, forsooth; and many time and oft
- 774 Myself have heard a voice to call him so.
- Cardinal Beaufort
- 775 What, art thou lame?
- Saunder Simpcox
- 776 Ay, God Almighty help me!
- Duke of Suffolk
- 777 How cam'st thou so?
- Saunder Simpcox
- 778 A fall off of a tree.
- Simpcox's Wife
- 779 A plum-tree, master.
- Duke of Gloucester
- 780 How long hast thou been blind?
- Saunder Simpcox
- 781 O, born so, master!
- Duke of Gloucester
- 782 What, and wouldst climb a tree?
- Saunder Simpcox
- 783 But that in all my life, when I was a youth.
- Simpcox's Wife
- 784 Too true; and bought his climbing very dear.
- Duke of Gloucester
- 785 Mass, thou lov'dst plums well that wouldst venture so.
- Saunder Simpcox
- 786 Alas, good master, my wife desir'd some damsons,
- 787 And made me climb, with danger of my life.
- Duke of Gloucester
- 788 A subtle knave! but yet it shall not serve.—
- 789 Let me see thine eyes.—Wink now;—now open them.
- 790 In my opinion yet thou seest not well.
- Saunder Simpcox
- 791 Yes, master, clear as day, I thank God and Saint Alban.
- Duke of Gloucester
- 792 Say'st thou me so? What colour is this cloak of?
- Saunder Simpcox
- 793 Red, master, red as blood.
- Duke of Gloucester
- 794 Why, that's well said. What colour is my gown of?
- Saunder Simpcox
- 795 Black, forsooth, coal-black as jet.
- King Henry VI
- 796 Why, then, thou know'st what colour jet is of?
- Duke of Suffolk
- 797 And yet, I think, jet did he never see.
- Duke of Gloucester
- 798 But cloaks and gowns before this day, a many.
- Simpcox's Wife
- 799 Never before this day in all his life.
- Duke of Gloucester
- 800 Tell me, sirrah, what's my name?
- Saunder Simpcox
- 801 Alas, master, I know not.
- Duke of Gloucester
- 802 What's his name?
- Saunder Simpcox
- 803 I know not.
- Duke of Gloucester
- 804 Nor his?
- Saunder Simpcox
- 805 No, indeed, master.
- Duke of Gloucester
- 806 What's thine own name?
- Saunder Simpcox
- 807 Saunder Simpcox, an if it please you, master.
- Duke of Gloucester
- 808 Then, Saunder, sit there, the lyingest knave in
- 809 Christendom. If thou hadst been born blind, thou mightst as well
- 810 have known all our names as thus to name the several colours we
- 811 do wear. Sight may distinguish of colours; but suddenly to
- 812 nominate them all, it is impossible.—My lords, Saint Alban here
- 813 hath done a miracle; and would ye not think his cunning to be
- 814 great that could restore this cripple to his legs again?
- Saunder Simpcox
- 815 O master, that you could!
- Duke of Gloucester
- 816 My masters of Saint Alban's, have you not beadles in
- 817 your town, and things called whips?
- Mayor of Saint Alban's
- 818 Yes, my lord, if it please your grace.
- Duke of Gloucester
- 819 Then send for one presently.
- Mayor of Saint Alban's
- 820 Sirrah, go fetch the beadle hither straight.
- [Exit an Attendant.]
- Duke of Gloucester
- 821 Now fetch me a stool hither by and by.—Now, sirrah,
- 822 if you mean to save yourself from whipping, leap me over this
- 823 stool and run away.
- Saunder Simpcox
- 824 Alas, master, I am not able to stand alone;
- 825 You go about to torture me in vain.
- [Enter a Beadle with whips.]
- Duke of Gloucester
- 826 Well, sir, we must have you find your legs.—
- 827 Sirrah beadle, whip him till he leap over that same stool.
- Beadle
- 828 I will, my lord.—Come on, sirrah; off with your doublet
- 829 quickly.
- Saunder Simpcox
- 830 Alas, master, what shall I do? I am not able to stand.
- [After the Beadle hath hit him once, he leaps over the stool and runs away; and they follow and cry, 'A miracle!']
- King Henry VI
- 831 O God, seest Thou this, and bearest so long?
- Queen Margaret
- 832 It made me laugh to see the villain run.
- Duke of Gloucester
- 833 Follow the knave, and take this drab away.
- Simpcox's Wife
- 834 Alas, sir, we did it for pure need!
- Duke of Gloucester
- 835 Let them be whipped through every market-town
- 836 till they come to Berwick, from whence they came.
- [Exeunt Wife, Beadle, Mayor, etc.]
- Cardinal Beaufort
- 837 Duke Humphrey has done a miracle to-day.
- Duke of Suffolk
- 838 True; made the lame to leap and fly away.
- Duke of Gloucester
- 839 But you have done more miracles than I;
- 840 You made in a day, my lord, whole towns to fly.
- [Enter BUCKINGHAM.]
- King Henry VI
- 841 What tidings with our cousin Buckingham?
- Duke of Buckingham
- 842 Such as my heart doth tremble to unfold.
- 843 A sort of naughty persons, lewdly bent,
- 844 Under the countenance and confederacy
- 845 Of Lady Eleanor, the protector's wife,
- 846 The ringleader and head of all this rout,
- 847 Have practis'd dangerously against your state,
- 848 Dealing with witches and with conjurers,
- 849 Whom we have apprehended in the fact,
- 850 Raising up wicked spirits from underground,
- 851 Demanding of King Henry's life and death,
- 852 And other of your highness' privy-council,
- 853 As more at large your Grace shall understand.
- [Aside to Gloster.]
- Cardinal Beaufort
- 854 And so, my lord protector,
- 855 by this means
- 856 Your lady is forthcoming yet at London.
- 857 This news, I think, hath turn'd your weapon's edge;
- 858 'T is like, my lord, you will not keep your hour.
- Duke of Gloucester
- 859 Ambitious churchman, leave to afflict my heart.
- 860 Sorrow and grief have vanquish'd all my powers;
- 861 And, vanquish'd as I am, I yield to thee,
- 862 Or to the meanest groom.
- King Henry VI
- 863 O God, what mischiefs work the wicked ones,
- 864 Heaping confusion on their own heads thereby!
- Queen Margaret
- 865 Gloster, see here the tainture of thy nest;
- 866 And look thyself be faultless, thou wert best.
- Duke of Gloucester
- 867 Madam, for myself, to heaven I do appeal,
- 868 How I have lov'd my king and commonweal;
- 869 And, for my wife, I know not how it stands.
- 870 Sorry I am to hear what I have heard;
- 871 Noble she is; but if she have forgot
- 872 Honour and virtue, and convers'd with such
- 873 As like to pitch defile nobility,
- 874 I banish her my bed and company,
- 875 And give her as a prey to law and shame,
- 876 That hath dishonoured Gloster's honest name.
- King Henry VI
- 877 Well, for this night we will repose us here;
- 878 To-morrow toward London back again,
- 879 To look into this business thoroughly,
- 880 And call these foul offenders to their answers,
- 881 And poise the cause in justice' equal scales,
- 882 Whose beam stands sure, whose rightful cause prevails.
- [Flourish. Exeunt.]