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.Glo. O Nell, sweet Nell, if thou dost love thy || Your grace's title shall be multiplied. lord,

Duch. What say'st thou, man? hast thou as yet • Banish the canker of ambitious thoughts :

conferr'd And may that thought, when I imagine ill With Margery Jourdain, the cunning witch;

Against my king and nephew, virtuous Henry, And Roger Bolingbroke, the conjurer? • Be my last breathing in this mortal world! And will they undertake to do me good? • My troublous dream this night doth make me sad. Hume. This they have promised, -to show Duch. What dream, my lord? tell me, and your highness I'll requite it

A spirit rais'd from depth of under ground, • With sweet rehearsal of my morning's dream. * That shall make answer to such questions, Glo. Methought, this staff, mine office-badge. As by your grace shall be propounded him. in court,

Duch. It is enough ; I'll think upon the ques• Was broke in twain, by whom I have forgot,

tions : • But, as I think, it was by the cardinal; • When from Saint Albans we do make return, And on the pieces of the broken wand

We'll see these things effected to the full. *Were plac'd the heads of Edmond duke of l: Here, Hume, take this reward; make merry, man, Somerset,

· With thy confederates in this weighty cause. • And William de la Poole first duke of Suffolk.

(Erit Duchess. This was my dream; what it doth bode, God knows. * Hume. Hume must make merry with the Duch. I'ut, this was nothing but an argument,

duchess' gold; That he that breaks a stick of Gloster's grove, Marry, and shall. But how now, sir John Hume? • Shall lose his head for his presumption.

Seal up your lips, and give no words but-mum! • But list to me, my Humphrey, my sweet duke: · The business asketh silent secrecy. Methought, I sat in seat of majesty,

* Dame Eleanor gives gold, to bring the witch: In the cathedral church of Westminster,

* Gold cannot come amiss, were she a devil. And in that chair where kings and queens are Yet have I gold, flies from another coast : crown'd;

* I dare not say, from the rich cardinal, Where Henry, and dame Margaret, kneel'd to me, * And from the great and new-made duke of Suffolk; . And on my head did set the diadem.

* Yet I do find it so: for, to be plain, Glo. Nay, Eleanor, then must I chide outright : • They, knowing dame Eleanor's aspiring humour, * Presumptuous dame, ill-nurtur'd' Eleanor ! Have hired me to undermine the duchess, Art thou not second woman in the realm ; And buzz these conjurations in her brain. And the protector's wife, belov'd of him? * They say, A crafty knave does need no broker; * Hast thou not worldly pleasure at command, * Yet am I Suffolk and the cardinal's broker. * Above the reach or compass of thy thought? * Hume, if you take not heed, you shall go near And wilt thou still be hammering treachery, * To call them both-a pair of crafty knaves. * To tumble down thy husband, and thyself, * Well, so it stands : And thus, I fear, at last, * From top of honour to disgrace's feet? * Hume's knavery will be the duchess' wreck; Away from me, and let me hear no more. * And her attainture will be Humphrey's fall : Ďuch. What, what, my lord! are you so * Sort how it will,4 I shall have gold for all. [Exit. choleric

SCENE 111.-The same. A room in the palace. • With Eleanor, for telling but her dream?

Enter Peter, and others, with petitions. • Next time, I'll keep my dreams unto myself, "And not be check'd.

1 Pet. My masters, let's stand close; my lord Glo. Nay, be not angry, I am pleas'd again. protector will come this way by and by, and then

we may deliver our supplications in the quill.5 Enter a Messenger.

2 Pet. Marry, the Lord protect him, for he's a Mess. My lord protector, 'tis his highness'll good man! Jesu bless him! pleasure,

Enter Suffolk, and Queen Margaret. You do prepare to ride unto Saint Albans, • Whereas the king and queen do mean to hawk. # 1 Pet. Here 'a comes, methinks, and the queen Glo. I go.-Come, Nell, thou wilt ride with us? || * with him : I'll be the first

, sure. Duch. Yes, good my lord, I'll follow presently. 2 Pet. Come back, fool; this is the duke of

Exeunt Gloster and Messenger. ||. Suffolk, and not my lord protector. • Follow I must, I cannot go before,

Suff How now, fellow? would'st any thing While Gloster bears this base and humble mind. ||' with me? * Were I a man,

uke, and next of blood, 1 Pet. I pray, my lord, pardon me! I took ye * I would remove these tedious stumbling-blocks, · for my lord protector. * And smooth my way npon their headless necks : •Q. Mar. (Reading the superscription.) To my * And, being a woman, I will not be slack * lord protector! are your supplications to his lord* To play my part in fortune's pageant.

ship? Let me see them: What is thine? • Where are you there? Sir John !3 nay, fear not, • 1 Pet. Mine is, an't please your grace, against

* John Goodman, my lord cardinal's man, for keep• We are alone; here's none but thee, and I. ing my house, and lands, and wife and all, from me.

Suff Thy wife too? that is some wrong indeed. Enter Hume.

What's yours?-What's here! (Reads.) Against Hume. Jesu preserve your royal majesty! the duke of Suffolk, for enclosing the commons Duch. What say'st thou, majesty'? I'am but || of Melford.—How now, sir knave? grace.

2 Pet. Alas, sir, I am but a poor petitioner of Hume. But, by the grace of God, and Hume's our whole township. advice,

Peter. [Presenting his petition ] Against my (1) IIl-educated. (2) For where.

(4) Let the issue be what it will. (3) A title frequently bestowed on the clergy. (5) With great exactness and observance of form.


York say,


it so.

master, Thomas Horner, for saying, That the duke 1* And plac'd a quire of such enticing birds, of York was rightful heir to the crown.

* That she will light to listen to the lays, Q. Mar. What say'st thou? Did the duke of || * And never mount to trouble you again.

he was rightful heir to the crown? * So, let her rest : And, madam, list to me; Peter. That my master was? No, forsooth : my * For I am bold to counsel you in this. master said, That he was; and that the king was Although we fancy not the cardinal, an usurper.

* Yet must we join with him, and with the lords, Suff: Who is there?(Enter Servants.]—Take this * Till we have brought duke Humphrey in disgrace. fellow in, and send for his master with a pursuivant * As for the duke of York,--this late complaint presently :-we'll hear more of your matter before * Will make but little for his benefit : the king

(Exeunt Servants, with Peter. l * So, one by one, we'll weed them all at last, Q. Mar. And as for you, that love to be pro- | * And you yourself shall steer the happy helm.

tected • Under the wings of our protector's grace,

Enter King Henry, York, and Somerset, convers. • Begin your suits anew, and sue to him.

ing with him; Duke and Duchess of Gloster, (Tears the petition..

Cardinal Beaufort, Buckingham, Salisbury, and

Warwick. • Away, base cullions !1_Suffolk, let them go.

Au. Come, let's be gone. (Ereunt Petitioners. K. Hen. For my part, noble lords, I care not * R. Mar. My lord of Suffolk, say, is this the

which; guise,

Or Somerset, or York, all's one to me. * Is this the fashion in the court of England ? York. If York have ill demean'd himself in * Is this the government of Britain's isle,

France, * And this the royalty of Albion's king? Then let him be denay'ds the regentship. * What, shall king Henry be a pupil still,

Som. If Somerset be unworthy of the place, * Under the surly Gloster's governance ? Let York be regent, I will yield to him. Am I a queen in title and in style,

War. Whether your grace be worthy, yea, or no * And must be made a subject to a duke? Dispute not that: York is the worthier. * I tell thee, Poole, when in the city Tours

Car. Ambitious Warwick, let thy betters speak. • Thou ran'st a tilt in honour of my love,

War The cardinal's not my better in the field. • And stol'st away the ladies' hearts of France; Buck. All in this presence are thy betters, War. . I thought king Henry had resembled thee, * In courage, courtship, and proportion :

War. Warwick may live to be the best of all. • But all his mind is bent to holiness,

* Sal. Peace, son ;-and show some reason, * To number Ave-Maries on his beads :

Buckingham, * His champions are—the prophets and apostles; * Why Somerset should be preferr'd in this. * His weapons, holy saws of sacred writ;

* Q. Mar. Because the king, forsooth, will have * His study is his tilt-yard, and his loves * Are brazen images of canoniz'd saints.

Glo. Madam, the king is old enough himself * I would, the college of cardinals

• To give his censure :6 these are no women's mat* Would choose him pope, and carry him to Rome, * And set the triple crown upon his head;

Q. Mar. If he be old enough, what need your * That were a state fit for his holiness.

grace * Suff. Madam, be patient: as I was cause To be protector of his excellence?

Your highness came to England, so will I Glo. Madam, I am protector of the realm ; * In England work your grace's full content. And, at his pleasure, will resign my place. *Q. Mar. Beside the haught protector, have we Suff. Resign it then, and leave thine insolence. Beaufort,

* Since thou wert king, (as who is king, but * The imperious churchman; Somerset, Bucking

thou?) ham,

• The commonwealth hath daily run to wreck : * And grumbling York; and not the least of these, * The dauphin hath prevail'd beyond the seas; * But can do more in England than the king. * And all the peers and nobles of the realm

* Suff. And he of these, that can do most of all, | * Have been as bondmen to thy sovereignty, Cannot do more in England than the Nevils : * Car. The commons hast thou rack'd; the Salisbury, and Warwick, are no simple peers.

clergy's bags Q. Mar. Not all these lords do vex me half so Are lank and lean with thy extortions. much,

* Som. Thy sumptuous buildings, and thy wife's As that proud dame, the lord protector's wife.

attire, She sweeps it through the court with troops of * Have cost a mass of public treasury. ladies,

* Buck. Thy cruelty in execution, More like an empress than duke Humphrey's wife: | * Upon offenders, hath exceeded law, Strangers in court do take her for the queen : * And left thee to the mercy of the law. * She bears a duke's revenues on her back,

Q. Mar. Thy sale of offices and towns in And in her heart she scorns her poverty:

France, * Shall I not live to be aveng'd on her?

* If they were known, as the suspect is great,* Contemptuous base-born callat3 as she is, Would make thee quickly hop without thy head. She vaunted 'mongst her minions t'other day,

(Exit Gloster. The Queen drops her fun. The very train of her worst wearing-gown • Give me my fan: What, minion! can you not? Was beiter worth than all my father's lands,

(Gives the Duchess a box on the ear. • Till Suffolk gave two dukedoms for his daughter. I cry you mercy, madam; Was it you? * Suff. Madam, myself have lim'd a bush for her ;

(5) Denay is frequently used instead of deny (1) Scoundrels. (2) Sayings. (3) Drab, trull. among the old writers.

(4) i. e. The complaint of Peter the armourer's (6) Censure here means simply judgment or man against his master




Duch. Was't I? yea, I it was, proud French-Il. I do beseech your royal majesty,

· Let him have all the rigour of the law. Could I come near your beauty with my nails, Hor. Alas, my lord, ħang me, if ever I spake I'd set my ten commandments in your face. the words. My accuser is my prentice; and when K. Hen. Sweet aunt, be quiet; 'twas against I did correct him for his fault the other day, he did her will.

vow upon his knees he would be even with me: I Duch. Against her will! Good king, look to't have good witness of this: therefore, I beseech in time;

your majesty, do not cast away an honest man for • She'll hamper thee, and dandle thee like a baby :|| a villain's accusation. * Though in this place most master wear no K. Hen. Uncle, what shall we say to this in law? breeches,

"Glo. This doom, my lord, if I may judge. She shall not strike dame Eleanor unreveng'd. * Let Somerset be regent o'er the French,

(Exit Duchess. Because in York this breeds suspicion : * Buck. Lord cardinal, I will follow Eleanor, * And let these have a day appointed them * And listen after Humphrey, how he proceeds: * For single combat in convenient place; * She's tickled now; her fume can need no spurs

,. For he hath witness of his servant's malice : * She'll gallop fast enough to her destruction. This is the law, and this duke Humphrey's doom.

(Exit Buckingham. K. Hen. Then be it so. My lord of Somerset,

We make your grace lord regent o'er the French. Re-enter Gloster.

Som. I humbly thank your royal majesty. * Glo. Now, lords, my choler being over-blown, Hor. And I accept the combat willingly. * With walking once about the quadrangle, Pet. Alas, my lord, I cannot fight; * for God's * I come to talk of commonwealth affairs. * sake, pity my case the spite of man prevaileth * As for your spiteful false objections,

* against me. o, Lord have mercy upon me! I * Prove them, and I lie open to the law : * shall never be able to fight a blow : 0 Lord, my * But God in mercy so deal with my soul,

* heart! * As I in duty love my king and country!

Glo. Sirrah, or you must fight, or else be hang'd. * But, to the matter that we have in band :- K. Hen. Away with them to prison : and the day * I say, my sovereign, York is meetest man • Of combat shall be the last of the next month. * To be your regent in the realm of France. * Come, Somerset, we'll see thee sent away. (Exe.

Suff Before we make election, give me leave SCENE IV.The same. The duke of Gloster's • To show some reason, of no little force, • That York is most unmeet of any man.

Garden. Enter Margery Jourdain, Hume, • York. I'll tell thee, Suffolk, why I am unmeet.

Southwell, and Boling broke. • First, for I cannot flatter thee in pride ;

* Hume. Come, my masters; the duchess, I tell * Next, if I be appointed for the place,

you, expects performance of your promises. * My lord of Somerset will keep me here, * Boling. Master Hume, we are therefore pro* Without discharge, money, or furniture, vided : Will her ladyship behold and hear our * Till France be won into the dauphin's hands. * exorcisms 2 * Last time, I danc'd attendance on his will, * Hume. Ay; What else? fear you not her * Till Paris was besieg'd, famish'd, and lost.

courage. *War. That I can witness; and a fouler fact * Boling. I have heard her reported to be a * Did never traitor in the land commit.

woman of an invincible spirit: But it shall be Suff. Peace, headstrong Warwick!

convenient, master Hume, that you be by her aloft, War. Image of pride, why should I hold my * while we be busy below; and so, I pray you, go peace?

in God's name, and leave us. [Exit Hume.) Enter Servants of Suffolk, bringing in Horner. the earth :-* Johu Southwell, read you; and let

• Mother Jourdain, be you prostrate, and grovel on and

us to our work. Suff. Because here is a man accus'd of treason : Pray God, the duke of York excuse himself!

Enter Duchess, above. * York. Doth any one accuse York for a traitor: * Duch. Well said, my masters; and welcome * K. Hen. What mean'st thou, Suffolk? tell me: * all. To this geer;3 the sooner the better. What are these?

* Boling. Patience, good lady; wizards know Suff: Please it your majesty, this is the man

their times: That doth accuse his master of high treason : Deep night, dark night, the silent of the night, · His words were these ;-that Richard, duke of ||. The time of night when Troy was set on fire ; York,

The time when screcch-owls cry, and ban-dogså • Was rightful heir unto the English crown;

howl, And that your majesty was an usurper.

* And spirits walk, and ghosts break up their graves, K. Hen. Say, man, were these thy words? That time best fits the work we have in hand.

Hor. An't shall please your majesty, I never • Madam, sit you, and fear not; whom we raise, said nor thought any such matter: God is my wit-l. We will make fast within a hallow'd verge. ness, I am falsely accused by the villain. Pet

. By these ten bones, my lords, ( Holding Here they perform the ceremonies appertaining, ' up his hands.) he did speak them to me in the

and make the circle ; Bolingbroke, or Southwell, garret one night as we were scouring my lord of

reads, Conjuro te, &c. It thunders and lightens • York's arniour.

terribly; then the Spirit riseth. * York. Base dunghill villain, and mechanical, * Spir. Adsum. I'll have thy head for this thy traitor's speech :- # M. Jourd. Asmath,

* By the eternal God, whose name and power (1) The marks of her fingers and thumbs. * Thou tremblest at, answer that I shall ask ;

(2 By exorcise Shakspeare invariably means to raise spirits, and not to lay them.

(3) Matter or business. (4) Village-dogs.



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• For, till thou speak, thou shalt not pass from

Enter a Servant. hence.

• Invite my lords of Salisbury, and Warwick, * Spir. Ask what thou wilt:—That I had said. To sup with me to-morrow night.—Away! (Exe.

and done! Boling. First, of the king. What shall of him

become? (Reading out of a paper. Spir. The duke yet lives, that Henry shall depose;

ACT II. But him outlive, and die a violent death. (As the Spirit speaks, Southwell writes the answer.

SCENE I.—Saint Albans. Enter King Henry, Boling. What fate awaits the duke of Suffolk ?

Queen Margaret, Gloster, Cardinal, and SufSpir. By water shall he die, and take his end.

folk, with Falconers hollaing. Boling. What shall befall the duke of Somerset? • Q. Mar. Believe me, lords, for flying at the Spir. Let him shun castles ;

brook, 2 Safer shall he be upon the sandy plains, • I saw not better sport these seven years' day: Than where castles mounted stand.

• Yet, by your leave, the wind was very high; • Have done, for more I hardly can endure. And, ten to one, old Joan had not gone out. Boling: Descend to darkness, and the burning K. Hen. But what a point, my lord, your fal

con made, * False fiend, avoid!

* And what a pitch she flew above the rest [Thunder and lightning. Spirit descends. I• To see how God in all his creatures works! Enter York and Buckingham, hastily, with their

* Yea, man and birds, are fain3 of climbing high.

Suff. No marvel, an it like your majesty, guards, and others.

My lord protector's hawks do tower so well; • York. Lay hands upon these traitors, and their They know their master loves to be alost

, trash.

* And bears his thoughts above his falcon's pitch. • Beldame, I think, we watch'd you at an inch.- • Glo. My lord, 'tis but a base ignoble mind •What, madam, are you there? 'the king and com- . That mounts no higher than a bird can soar. monweal

Car. I thought as much; he'd be above the • Are deeply indebted for this piece of pains;

clouds. My lord protector will, I doubt it not,

Glo. Ay, my lord cardinal; How think

you be See you well guerdon'di for these good deserts.

that? Duch. Not half so bad as thine to England's Were it not good, your grace could fly to heaven. king,

* K. Hen. The treasury of everlasting joy! * Injurious duke; that threat'st where is no cause. • Car. Thy heaven is on earth; thine eyes and Buck. True, madam, none at all. What call thoughts you this? (Showing her the


• Beat on a crown, the treasure of thy heart; · Away with them; let them be clapp'd up close, || Pernicious protector, dangerous peer, * And kept asunder:- You, madam, shall with us:-||That smooth'st it so with king and commonweal !

Stafford, take her to thee. (Ex. Duch. from above. Glo. What, cardinal, is your priesthood growta . We'll see your trinkets here all forth-coming;

peremptory? • All.- Away!

* Tantæne animis cælestibus ira? (Exeunt guards, with South. Boling. &c... Churchmen so hot? good uncte, bide such malice, • York. Lord Buckingham, methinks, you with such holiness can you do it? watch'd her well:

Suff. No malice, sir; no more than well be * A pretty plot, well chosen to build upon! Now, pray my lord, let's see the devil's writ. • So good a quarrel, and so bad a peer. What have we here?

[Reads. Glo. As who, my lord ? The duke yet lives, that Henry shall depose ; Suff:

Why, as you, my lord; But him outlive, and die a violent death.

An't like your lordly lord-protectorship. • Why, this is just.

Glo. Why, Suffolk, England knows thine inso* Aio te, Æacida, Romanos vincere posse.

lence. Well, to the rest:

Q. Mar. And thy ambition, Gloster. Tell me, what fate awaits the duke of Suffolk ? K. Hen.

I proythee, peace, By water shall he die, and take his end,


and whet not on these furious peers, What shall betide the duke of Somerset ? For blessed are the peace-makers on earth. Let him shun castles;

Car. Let me be blessed for the peace I make, Sfer shall he be upon the sandy plains, Against this proud protector, with my sword ! Than where castles mounted stand.

Glo. 'Faith, holy uncle, 'would 'twere come to * Come, come, my lords ;


(Aside to the Cardinal. * These oracles are hardily attain'd,

. Car. Marry, when thou dar'st. (.Aşide. * And hardly understood.

"Glo. Make up no factious numbers for the * The king is now in progress toward Saint Albans,

matter, • With him, the husband of this lovely lady; • In thine own person answer thy abuse. (A side. * Thither go these news, as fast as horse can carry • Car. Ay, where thou dar’st not peep: an if thou them;

dar'st, *A sorry breakfast for my lord protector. • This evening, on the east side of the grove. (Aside. Buck. Your grace shall give me leave, my lord K. Hen. How now, my lords? of York,


Believe me, cousin Gloster, *To be the post, in hope of his reward. "Had not your man put up the fowl so suddenly,

* York. At your pleasure, my good lord.—Who's. We had had more sport.-Come with thy twon 6 within there, ho!

hand sword.

(Aside to Gloster (1) Rewarded.

(3) Fond. (2) The falconer's term for hawking at water-fowl.l (4) s. e. Thy mind is working on a crowa


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gown of?

Glo. True, uncle.

Myself have heard a voice to call him so.
Car. Are you advis'd?—the east side of the grove? Car. What, art thou lame?
Glo. Cardinal, I am with you. (Aside. Simp.

Ay, God Almighty help me! K. Hen. Why, how now, uncle Gloster? Suff. How cam'st thou so? Glo. Talking of hawking; nothing else, my Simp:

A fall off of a tree. lord.

Wife. A plum-tree, master. Now, by God's mother, priest, I'll shave your crown Glo.

How long hast thou been blind ? for this,

Simp. O, born so, master. * Or all my fencel shall fail.

(Aside. Glo.

What, and would'st climb a tree? * Car. Medice, teipsum ;

Simp. But that in all my life, when I was a youth. • Protector, see to’t well, protect yourself. [Aside. * Wife. Too true; and bought his climbing very K. Hen. The winds grow high; so do your

dear. stomachs, lords.

* Glo. 'Mass, thou lov’dst plums well, that * How irksome is this music to my heart !

would'st venture so. * When such strings jar, what hope of harmony? Simp. Alas, good master, my wife desir'd some * I pray, my lords, let me compound this strife.


* And made me climb, with danger of my life. Enter an Inhabitant of Saint Albans, crying, * Glo. A subtle knave! but yet it shall not

A miracle ! Glo. What means this noise?

|* Let me see thine eyes :-wink now; now open

them: Fellow, what miracle dost thou proclaim? Inhab. A miracle! a miracle!

|* In my opinion yet thou see'st not well. Suff. Come to the king, and tell him what

Simp. Yes, master, clear as day; I thank God,

and Saint Alban. miracle. Inhab. Forsooth, a blind man at Saint Alban's

Glo. Say'st thou me so? What colour is this

cloak of? shrine, Within this half hour, hath receiv'd his sight;

Simp. Red, master; red as blood. A man, that ne'er saw in his life before.

Glo. Why, that's well said: What colour is my K. Hen. Now, God be prais'd! that to believing souls

Simp. Black, forsooth; coal-black, as jet. “Gives light in darkness, comfort in despair !

K. Hen. Why then, thou know'st what colour

jet is of? Enter the Mayor of Saint Albans, and his breth- Suff. Ånd yet, I think, jet did he never see. ren; and Simpcox, borne between two persons

Glo. But cloaks and gowns, before this day, a in a chair; his Wife, and a great multitude,

many. following:

* Wife. Never before this day, in all his life.

Glo. Tell me, sirrah, what's my name? * Cur. Here come the townsmen on procession, Simp. Alas, master, I know not. * To present your highness with the man.

Glo. What's his name? * K. Hen. Great is his comfort in this earthly

Simp. I know not. vale,

Glo. Nor his? Although by his sight his sin be multiplied.

Simp. No, indeed, master. * Glo. Stand by, my masters, bring him near the Glo. What's thine own name? king,

Simp. Saunder Simpcox, an if it please you, * His highness' pleasure is to talk with him.

master. * K. Hen. Good fellow, tell us here the circum

Glo. Then, Saunder, sit thou there, the lyingest stance,

knave * That we for thee may glorify the Lord.

In Christendorn. If thou hadst been born blind, What, hast thou been born blind, and now restor’d? | Thou might'st as well have known our names, as Simp. Boru blind, an't please your grace.

thus Wife. Ay, indeed, was he.

To name the several colours we do wear. Suff. What woman is this?

Sight may distinguish of colours; but suddenly Wife. His wife, an't like your worship. To nominate them all, 's impossible.Glo. Had'st thou been his mother, thou could'st | My lords, Saint Alban here hath done a miracle; have better told.

And would ye not think that cunning to be great, K. Hen. Where wert thou born?

That could restore this cripple to his legs? Simp. At Berwick in the north, an't like your

Simp. O, master, that you could! grace. K. Hen. Poor soul! God's goodness hath been | beadles in your town, and things called whips?

Glo. My masters of Saint Albans have you not great to thee :

May. Yes, my lord, if it please your grace. • Let never day nor night unhallow'd pass,

Glo? Then send for one presently. • But still remember what the Lord hath done.

May. Sirrah, go fetch the beadle' hither straight. *Q. Mar. Tell me, good fellow, cam'st thou here

(Erit an attendant. by chance,

Glo. Now fetch me a stool hither by and by. (.4 * Or of devotion, to this holy shrine ?

stool brought out.] Now, sirrah, if you mean to Simp. God knows, of pure devotion ; being save yourself from whipping, leap me over this callid

stool, and run away. • A hundred times, and oftener, in my sleep Simp. Alas, master, I am not able to stand alone. • By good Saint Alban; who said, --Simpcor, come ; || You go about to torture me in vain. Come, offer at my shrine, and I will help thee. * Wife. Most true, forsooth; and many time Re-enter Attendant, with the Beadle. and oft

Glo. Well, sir, we must have you find your legs.

Sirrah beadle, whip him till he leap over that same (1) Fence is the art of defence.


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