Simp. I know not.
Glo. Nor his? 120
Simp. No, indeed, master.
Glo. What's thine own name?
Simp. Saunder Simpcox, an if it please you, master.
Glo. Then, Saunder, sit there, the lying'st 124
knave in 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 128
suddenly to nominate them all, it is impossible.
My lords, Saint Alban here hath done a miracle;
and would ye not think that cunning to be great,
that could restore this cripple to his legs again? 132
Simp. O, master, that you could!
Glo. My masters of St. Albans, have you
not beadles in your town, and things called
whips? 136
May. Yes, my lord, if it please your Grace.
Glo. Then send for one presently.
May. Sirrah, go fetch the beadle hither straight.
Glo. Now fetch me a stool hither by and by. 140
[A stool brought out.] Now, sirrah, if you mean
to save yourself from whipping, leap me over
this stool and run away.
Simp. Alas! master, I am not able to stand alone: 144
You go about to torture me in vain.
Enter a Beadle with whips.
Glo. Well, sir, we must have you find your
legs. Sirrah beadle, whip him till he leap over
that same stool. 148
129 nominate: call by name
140 by and by: at once
142 leap me: leap
