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The second Part of Henry the Sixt.
Card.
I thought as much, hee would be aboue the Cloud.
I thought as much, hee would be aboue the Cloud.
Glost.
I my Lord Cardinall, how thinke you by that?
Were it not good your Grace could flye to Heauen?
I my Lord Cardinall, how thinke you by that?
Were it not good your Grace could flye to Heauen?
King.
The Treasurie of euerlasting Ioy.
The Treasurie of euerlasting Ioy.
Card.
Thy Heauen is on Earth, thine Eyes & Thoughts
Beat on a Crowne, the Treasure of thy Heart,
Pernitious Protector, dangerous Peere,
That Smooth'st it so with King and Common-weale.
Thy Heauen is on Earth, thine Eyes & Thoughts
Beat on a Crowne, the Treasure of thy Heart,
Pernitious Protector, dangerous Peere,
That Smooth'st it so with King and Common-weale.
Glost.
What, Cardinall?
Is your Priest-hood growne peremptorie?
Tantæne animis Cœlestibus iræ, Church-men so hot?
Good Vnckle hide such mallice:
With such Holynesse can you doe it?
What, Cardinall?
Is your Priest-hood growne peremptorie?
Tantæne animis Cœlestibus iræ, Church-men so hot?
Good Vnckle hide such mallice:
With such Holynesse can you doe it?
Suff.
No mallice Sir, no more then well becomes
So good a Quarrell, and so bad a Peere.
No mallice Sir, no more then well becomes
So good a Quarrell, and so bad a Peere.
Glost.
As who, my Lord?
As who, my Lord?
Suff.
Why, as you, my Lord,
An't like your Lordly Lords Protectorship.
Why, as you, my Lord,
An't like your Lordly Lords Protectorship.
Glost.
Why Suffolke, England knowes thine insolence.
Why Suffolke, England knowes thine insolence.
Queene.
And thy Ambition, Gloster.
And thy Ambition, Gloster.
King.
I prythee peace, good Queene,
And whet not on these furious Peeres,
For blessed are the Peace-makers on Earth.
I prythee peace, good Queene,
And whet not on these furious Peeres,
For blessed are the Peace-makers on Earth.
Card.
Let me be blessed for the Peace I make
Against this prowd Protector with my Sword.
Let me be blessed for the Peace I make
Against this prowd Protector with my Sword.
Glost.
Faith holy Vnckle, would't were come to that.
Faith holy Vnckle, would't were come to that.
Card.
Marry, when thou dar'st.
Marry, when thou dar'st.
Glost.
Make vp no factious numbers for the matter,
In thine owne person answere thy abuse.
Make vp no factious numbers for the matter,
In thine owne person answere thy abuse.
Card.
I, where thou dar'st not peepe:
And if thou dar'st, this Euening,
On the East side of the Groue.
I, where thou dar'st not peepe:
And if thou dar'st, this Euening,
On the East side of the Groue.
King.
How now, my Lords?
How now, my Lords?
Card.
Beleeue me, Cousin Gloster,
Had not your man put vp the Fowle so suddenly,
We had had more sport.
Come with thy two-hand Sword.
Beleeue me, Cousin Gloster,
Had not your man put vp the Fowle so suddenly,
We had had more sport.
Come with thy two-hand Sword.
Glost.
True Vnckle, are ye aduis'd?
The East side of the Groue:
Cardinall, I am with you.
True Vnckle, are ye aduis'd?
The East side of the Groue:
Cardinall, I am with you.
King.
Why how now, Vnckle Gloster?
Why how now, Vnckle Gloster?
Glost.
Talking of Hawking; nothing else, my Lord.
Now by Gods Mother, Priest,
Ile shaue your Crowne for this,
Or all my Fence shall fayle.
Talking of Hawking; nothing else, my Lord.
Now by Gods Mother, Priest,
Ile shaue your Crowne for this,
Or all my Fence shall fayle.
Card.
Medice teipsum, Protector see to't well, protect
your selfe.
Medice teipsum, Protector see to't well, protect
your selfe.
King.
The Windes grow high,
So doe your Stomacks, Lords:
How irkesome is this Musick to my heart?
When such Strings iarre, what hope of Harmony?
I pray my Lords let me compound this strife.
The Windes grow high,
So doe your Stomacks, Lords:
How irkesome is this Musick to my heart?
When such Strings iarre, what hope of Harmony?
I pray my Lords let me compound this strife.
Enter one crying a Miracle.
Glost.
What meanes this noyse?
Fellow, what Miracle do'st thou proclayme?
What meanes this noyse?
Fellow, what Miracle do'st thou proclayme?
One.
A Miracle, a Miracle.
A Miracle, a Miracle.
Suffolke.
Come to the King, and tell him what Miracle.
Come to the King, and tell him what Miracle.
One.
Forsooth, a blinde man at Saint Albones Shrine,
Within this halfe houre hath receiu'd his sight,
A man that ne're saw in his life before.
Forsooth, a blinde man at Saint Albones Shrine,
Within this halfe houre hath receiu'd his sight,
A man that ne're saw in his life before.
King.
Now God be prays'd, that to beleeuing Soules
Giues Light in Darknesse, Comfort in Despaire.
Now God be prays'd, that to beleeuing Soules
Giues Light in Darknesse, Comfort in Despaire.
Enter the Maior of Saint Albones, and his Brethren,
bearing the man betweene two in a Chayre.
bearing the man betweene two in a Chayre.
Card.
Here comes the Townes-men, on Procession,
To present your Highnesse with the man.
Here comes the Townes-men, on Procession,
To present your Highnesse with the man.
King.
Great is his comfort in this Earthly Vale,
Although by his sight his sinne be multiplyed.
Great is his comfort in this Earthly Vale,
Although by his sight his sinne be multiplyed.
Glost.
Stand by, my Masters, bring him neere the King,
His Highnesse pleasure is to talke with him.
Stand by, my Masters, bring him neere the King,
His Highnesse pleasure is to talke with him.
King.
Good-fellow, tell vs here the circumstance,
That we for thee may glorifie the Lord.
What, hast thou beene long blinde, and now restor'd?
Good-fellow, tell vs here the circumstance,
That we for thee may glorifie the Lord.
What, hast thou beene long blinde, and now restor'd?
Simpc.
Borne blinde, and't please your Grace.
Borne blinde, and't please your Grace.
Wife.
I indeede was he.
I indeede was he.
Suff.
What Woman is this?
What Woman is this?
Wife.
His Wife, and't like your Worship.
His Wife, and't like your Worship.
Glost.
Hadst thou been his Mother, thou could'st haue
better told.
Hadst thou been his Mother, thou could'st haue
better told.
King.
Where wert thou borne?
Where wert thou borne?
Simpc.
At Barwick in the North, and't like your Grace.
At Barwick in the North, and't like your Grace.
King.
Poore Soule,
Gods goodnesse hath beene great to thee:
Let neuer Day nor Night vnhallowed passe,
But still remember what the Lord hath done.
Poore Soule,
Gods goodnesse hath beene great to thee:
Let neuer Day nor Night vnhallowed passe,
But still remember what the Lord hath done.
Queene.
Tell me, good-fellow,
Cam'st thou here by Chance, or of Deuotion,
To this holy Shrine?
Tell me, good-fellow,
Cam'st thou here by Chance, or of Deuotion,
To this holy Shrine?
Simpc.
God knowes of pure Deuotion,
Being call'd a hundred times, and oftner,
In my sleep, by good Saint Albon:
Who said; Symon, come; come offer at my Shrine,
And I will helpe thee.
God knowes of pure Deuotion,
Being call'd a hundred times, and oftner,
In my sleep, by good Saint Albon:
Who said; Symon, come; come offer at my Shrine,
And I will helpe thee.
Wife.
Most true, forsooth:
And many time and oft my selfe haue heard a Voyce,
To call him so.
Most true, forsooth:
And many time and oft my selfe haue heard a Voyce,
To call him so.
Card.
What, art thou lame?
What, art thou lame?
Simpc.
I, God Almightie helpe me.
I, God Almightie helpe me.
Suff.
How cam'st thou so?
How cam'st thou so?
Simpc.
A fall off of a Tree.
A fall off of a Tree.
Wife.
A Plum-tree, Master.
A Plum-tree, Master.
Glost.
How long hast thou beene blinde?
How long hast thou beene blinde?
Simpc.
O borne so, Master.
O borne so, Master.
Glost.
What, and would'st climbe a Tree?
What, and would'st climbe a Tree?
Simpc.
But that in all my life, when I was a youth.
But that in all my life, when I was a youth.
Wife.
Too true, and bought his climbing very deare.
Too true, and bought his climbing very deare.
Glost.
'Masse, thou lou'dst Plummes well, that would'st
venture so.
'Masse, thou lou'dst Plummes well, that would'st
venture so.
Simpc.
Alas, good Master, my Wife desired some
Damsons, and made me climbe, with danger of my Life.
Alas, good Master, my Wife desired some
Damsons, and made me climbe, with danger of my Life.
Glost.
A subtill Knaue, but yet it shall not serue:
Let me see thine Eyes; winck now, now open them,
In my opinion, yet thou seest not well.
A subtill Knaue, but yet it shall not serue:
Let me see thine Eyes; winck now, now open them,
In my opinion, yet thou seest not well.
Simpc.
Yes Master, cleare as day, I thanke God and
Saint Albones.
Yes Master, cleare as day, I thanke God and
Saint Albones.
Glost.
Say'st thou me so: what Colour is this Cloake of?
Say'st thou me so: what Colour is this Cloake of?
Simpc.
Red Master, Red as Blood.
Red Master, Red as Blood.
Glost.
Why that's well said: What Colour is my
Gowne of?
Why that's well said: What Colour is my
Gowne of?
Simpc.
Black forsooth, Coale-Black, as Iet.
Black forsooth, Coale-Black, as Iet.
King.
Why then, thou know'st what Colour Iet is of?
Why then, thou know'st what Colour Iet is of?
Suff.
And yet I thinke, Iet did he neuer see.
And yet I thinke, Iet did he neuer see.
Glost. But
