Shakespeare - First Folio facsimile (1910)/The Second Part of King Henry the Sixth/Act 2 Scene 1
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Enter the King, Queene, Protector, Cardinall, and
Suffolke, with Faulkners hallowing.
Suffolke, with Faulkners hallowing.
Queene.
Beleeue me Lords, for flying at the Brooke,
I saw not better sport these seuen yeeres day:
Yet by your leaue, the Winde was very high,
And ten to one, old Ioane had not gone out.
Beleeue me Lords, for flying at the Brooke,
I saw not better sport these seuen yeeres day:
Yet by your leaue, the Winde was very high,
And ten to one, old Ioane had not gone out.
King.
But what a point, my Lord, your Faulcon made,
And what a pytch she flew aboue the rest:
To see how God in all his Creatures workes,
Yea Man and Birds are fayne of climbing high.
But what a point, my Lord, your Faulcon made,
And what a pytch she flew aboue the rest:
To see how God in all his Creatures workes,
Yea Man and Birds are fayne of climbing high.
Suff.
No maruell, and it like your Maiestie,
My Lord Protectors Hawkes doe towre so well,
They know their Master loues to be aloft,
And beares his thoughts aboue his Faulcons Pitch.
No maruell, and it like your Maiestie,
My Lord Protectors Hawkes doe towre so well,
They know their Master loues to be aloft,
And beares his thoughts aboue his Faulcons Pitch.
Glost.
My Lord, 'tis but a base ignoble minde,
That mounts no higher then a Bird can sore.
My Lord, 'tis but a base ignoble minde,
That mounts no higher then a Bird can sore.
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 Cloakes and Gownes, before this day, a many.
But Cloakes and Gownes, before this day, a many.
Wife.
Neuer before this day, in all his life.
Neuer before this day, in all his life.
Glost.
Tell me Sirrha, what's my Name?
Tell me Sirrha, what's my Name?
Simpc.
Alas Master, I know not.
Alas Master, I know not.
Glost.
What's his Name?
What's his Name?
Simpc.
I know not.
I know not.
Glost.
Nor his?
Nor his?
Simpc.
No indeede, Master.
No indeede, Master.
Glost.
What's thine owne Name?
What's thine owne Name?
Simpc.
Saunder Simpcoxe, and if it please you, Master.
Saunder Simpcoxe, and if it please you, Master.
Glost.
Then Saunder, sit there,
The lying'st Knaue in Christendome.
If thou hadst beene borne blinde,
Thou might'st as well haue knowne all our Names,
As thus to name the seuerall Colours we doe weare.
Sight may distinguish of Colours:
But suddenly to nominate them all,
It is impossible.
My Lords, Saint Albone here hath done a Miracle:
And would ye not thinke it, Cunning to be great,
That could restore this Cripple to his Legges againe.
Then Saunder, sit there,
The lying'st Knaue in Christendome.
If thou hadst beene borne blinde,
Thou might'st as well haue knowne all our Names,
As thus to name the seuerall Colours we doe weare.
Sight may distinguish of Colours:
But suddenly to nominate them all,
It is impossible.
My Lords, Saint Albone here hath done a Miracle:
And would ye not thinke it, Cunning to be great,
That could restore this Cripple to his Legges againe.
Simpc.
O Master, that you could?
O Master, that you could?
Glost.
My Masters of Saint Albones,
Haue you not Beadles in your Towne,
And Things call'd Whippes?
My Masters of Saint Albones,
Haue you not Beadles in your Towne,
And Things call'd Whippes?
Maior.
Yes, my Lord, if it please your Grace.
Yes, my Lord, if it please your Grace.
Glost.
Then send for one presently.
Then send for one presently.
Maior.
Exit.Sirrha, goe fetch the Beadle hither straight.
Exit.Sirrha, goe fetch the Beadle hither straight.
Glost.
Now fetch me a stoole hither by and by.
Now Sirrha, if you meane to saue your selfe from Whip
ping, leape me ouer this stoole, and runne away.
Now fetch me a stoole hither by and by.
Now Sirrha, if you meane to saue your selfe from Whip
ping, leape me ouer this stoole, and runne away.
Simpc.
Alas Master, I am not able to stand alone:
You goe about to torture me in vaine.
Enter a Beadle with Whippes.
Alas Master, I am not able to stand alone:
You goe about to torture me in vaine.
Enter a Beadle with Whippes.
Glost.
Well Sir, we must haue you finde your Legges.
Sirrha Beadle, whippe him till he leape ouer that same Stoole.
Well Sir, we must haue you finde your Legges.
Sirrha Beadle, whippe him till he leape ouer that same Stoole.
Beadle.
I will, my Lord.
Come on Sirrha, off with your Doublet, quickly.
I will, my Lord.
Come on Sirrha, off with your Doublet, quickly.
Simpc.
Alas Master, what shall I doe? I am not able to stand.
Alas Master, what shall I doe? I am not able to stand.
After the Beadle hath hit him once, he leapes ouer
the Stoole, and runnes away: and they
follow, and cry, A Miracle.
the Stoole, and runnes away: and they
follow, and cry, A Miracle.
King.
O God, seest thou this, and bearest so long?
O God, seest thou this, and bearest so long?
Queene.
It made me laugh, to see the Villaine runne.
It made me laugh, to see the Villaine runne.
Glost.
Follow the Knaue, and take this Drab away.
Follow the Knaue, and take this Drab away.
Wife.
Alas Sir, we did it for pure need.
Alas Sir, we did it for pure need.
Glost.
Let (thē)them be whipt through euery Market Towne,
Exit.Till they come to Barwick, from whence they came.
Let (thē)them be whipt through euery Market Towne,
Exit.Till they come to Barwick, from whence they came.
Card.
Duke Humfrey ha's done a Miracle to day.
Duke Humfrey ha's done a Miracle to day.
Suff.
True: made the Lame to leape and flye away.
True: made the Lame to leape and flye away.
Glost.
But you haue done more Miracles then I:
You made in a day, my Lord, whole Townes to flye.
But you haue done more Miracles then I:
You made in a day, my Lord, whole Townes to flye.
Enter Buckingham.
King.
What Tidings with our Cousin Buckingham?
What Tidings with our Cousin Buckingham?
Buck.
Such as my heart doth tremble to vnfold:
A sort of naughtie persons, lewdly bent,
Vnder the Countenance and Confederacie
Of Lady Elianor, the Protectors Wife,
The Ring-leader and Head of all this Rout,
Haue practis'd dangerously against your state,
Dealing with Witches and with Coniurers,
Whom we haue apprehended in the Fact,
Raysing vp wicked Spirits from vnder ground,
Demanding of King Henries Life and Death,
And other of your Highnesse Priuie Councell,
As more at large your Grace shall vnderstand.
Such as my heart doth tremble to vnfold:
A sort of naughtie persons, lewdly bent,
Vnder the Countenance and Confederacie
Of Lady Elianor, the Protectors Wife,
The Ring-leader and Head of all this Rout,
Haue practis'd dangerously against your state,
Dealing with Witches and with Coniurers,
Whom we haue apprehended in the Fact,
Raysing vp wicked Spirits from vnder ground,
Demanding of King Henries Life and Death,
And other of your Highnesse Priuie Councell,
As more at large your Grace shall vnderstand.
Card.
And so my Lord Protector, by this meanes
Your Lady is forth-comming, yet at London.
This Newes I thinke hath turn'd your Weapons edge;
'Tis like, my Lord, you will not keepe your houre.
And so my Lord Protector, by this meanes
Your Lady is forth-comming, yet at London.
This Newes I thinke hath turn'd your Weapons edge;
'Tis like, my Lord, you will not keepe your houre.
Glost.
Ambitious Church-man, leaue to affict my heart:
Sorrow and griefe haue vanquisht all my powers;
And vanquisht as I am, I yeeld to thee,
Or to the meanest Groome.
Ambitious Church-man, leaue to affict my heart:
Sorrow and griefe haue vanquisht all my powers;
And vanquisht as I am, I yeeld to thee,
Or to the meanest Groome.
King.
O God, what mischiefes work the wicked ones?
Heaping confusion on their owne heads thereby.
O God, what mischiefes work the wicked ones?
Heaping confusion on their owne heads thereby.
Queene.
Gloster, see here the Taincture of thy Nest,
And looke thy selfe be faultlesse, thou wert best.
Gloster, see here the Taincture of thy Nest,
And looke thy selfe be faultlesse, thou wert best.
Glost.
Madame, for my selfe, to Heauen I doe appeale,
How I haue lou'd my King, and Common-weale:
And for my Wife, I know not how it stands,
Sorry I am to heare what I haue heard.
Noble shee is: but if shee haue forgot
Honor and Vertue, and conuers't with such,
As like to Pytch, defile Nobilitie;
I banish her my Bed, and Companie,
And giue her as a Prey to Law and Shame,
That hath dis-honored Glosters honest Name.
Madame, for my selfe, to Heauen I doe appeale,
How I haue lou'd my King, and Common-weale:
And for my Wife, I know not how it stands,
Sorry I am to heare what I haue heard.
Noble shee is: but if shee haue forgot
Honor and Vertue, and conuers't with such,
As like to Pytch, defile Nobilitie;
I banish her my Bed, and Companie,
And giue her as a Prey to Law and Shame,
That hath dis-honored Glosters honest Name.
King.
Well, for this Night we will repose vs here:
To morrow toward London, back againe,
To looke into this Businesse thorowly,
And call these foule Offendors to their Answeres;
And poyse the Cause in Iustice equall Scales,
Whose Beame stands sure, whose rightful cause preuailes.
Flourish. Exeunt.
Well, for this Night we will repose vs here:
To morrow toward London, back againe,
To looke into this Businesse thorowly,
And call these foule Offendors to their Answeres;
And poyse the Cause in Iustice equall Scales,
Whose Beame stands sure, whose rightful cause preuailes.
Flourish. Exeunt.