[Enter KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, GLOUCESTER,]
[p]CARDINAL, and SUFFOLK, with Falconers halloing]
- Queen Margaret. Believe me, lords, for flying at the brook,
I saw not better sport these seven years' day:
Yet, by your leave, the wind was very high;
And, ten to one, old Joan had not gone out.
- Henry VI. But what a point, my lord, your falcon made,
And what a pitch she flew above the rest!
To see how God in all his creatures works!
Yea, man and birds are fain of climbing high.
- Earl of Suffolk. No marvel, an it like your majesty,
My lord protector's hawks do tower so well;
They know their master loves to be aloft,
And bears his thoughts above his falcon's pitch.
- Duke of Gloucester. My lord, 'tis but a base ignoble mind
That mounts no higher than a bird can soar.
- Winchester. I thought as much; he would be above the clouds.
- Duke of Gloucester. Ay, my lord cardinal? how think you by that?
Were it not good your grace could fly to heaven?
- Henry VI. The treasury of everlasting joy.
- Winchester. Thy heaven is on earth; thine eyes and thoughts
Beat on a crown, the treasure of thy heart;
Pernicious protector, dangerous peer,
That smooth'st it so with king and commonweal!
- Duke of Gloucester. What, cardinal, is your priesthood grown peremptory?
Tantaene animis coelestibus irae?
Churchmen so hot? good uncle, hide such malice;
With such holiness can you do it?
- Earl of Suffolk. No malice, sir; no more than well becomes
So good a quarrel and so bad a peer.
- Earl of Suffolk. Why, as you, my lord,
An't like your lordly lord-protectorship.
- Henry VI. I prithee, peace, good queen,
And whet not on these furious peers;
For blessed are the peacemakers on earth.
- Winchester. Let me be blessed for the peace I make,
Against this proud protector, with my sword!
- Winchester. [Aside to GLOUCESTER] Marry, when thou darest.
- Duke of Gloucester. [Aside to CARDINAL] Make up no factious
numbers for the matter;
In thine own person answer thy abuse.
- Winchester. [Aside to GLOUCESTER] Ay, where thou darest
not peep: an if thou darest,
This evening, on the east side of the grove.
- Winchester. Believe me, cousin Gloucester,
Had not your man put up the fowl so suddenly,
We had had more sport.
[Aside to GLOUCESTER]
Come with thy two-hand sword.
- Winchester. [Aside to GLOUCESTER] Are ye advised? the
east side of the grove?
- Henry VI. Why, how now, uncle Gloucester!
- Duke of Gloucester. Talking of hawking; nothing else, my lord.
[Aside to CARDINAL]
Now, by God's mother, priest, I'll shave your crown for this,
Or all my fence shall fail.
- Winchester. [Aside to GLOUCESTER] Medice, teipsum—
Protector, see to't well, protect yourself.
- Henry VI. The winds grow high; so do your stomachs, lords.
How irksome is this music to my heart!
When such strings jar, what hope of harmony?
I pray, my lords, let me compound this strife.
[Enter a Townsman of Saint Alban's, crying 'A miracle!']
- Townsman. Forsooth, a blind man at Saint Alban's shrine,
Within this half-hour, hath received his sight;
A man that ne'er saw in his life before.
- Henry VI. Now, God be praised, that to believing souls
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]
- Winchester. Here comes the townsmen on procession,
To present your highness with the man.
- Henry VI. Great is his comfort in this earthly vale,
Although by his sight his sin be multiplied.
- Duke of Gloucester. Stand by, my masters: bring him near the king;
His highness' pleasure is to talk with him.
- Henry VI. Good fellow, tell us here the circumstance,
That we for thee may glorify the Lord.
What, hast thou been long blind and now restored?
- Simpcox. Born blind, an't please your grace.
- Simpcox. At Berwick in the north, an't like your grace.
- Henry VI. Poor soul, God's goodness hath been great to thee:
Let never day nor night unhallow'd pass,
But still remember what the Lord hath done.
- Queen Margaret. Tell me, good fellow, camest thou here by chance,
Or of devotion, to this holy shrine?
- Simpcox. God knows, of pure devotion; being call'd
A hundred times and oftener, in my sleep,
By good Saint Alban; who said, 'Simpcox, come,
Come, offer at my shrine, and I will help thee.'
- Simpcox's Wife. Most true, forsooth; and many time and oft
Myself have heard a voice to call him so.
- Simpcox. But that in all my life, when I was a youth.
- Simpcox. Alas, good master, my wife desired some damsons,
And made me climb, with danger of my life.
- Duke of Gloucester. A subtle knave! but yet it shall not serve.
Let me see thine eyes: wink now: now open them:
In my opinion yet thou seest not well.
- Simpcox. Yes, master, clear as day, I thank God and
- Simpcox. Red, master; red as blood.
- Simpcox. Black, forsooth: coal-black as jet.
- Henry VI. Why, then, thou know'st what colour jet is of?
- Simpcox. Saunder Simpcox, an if it please you, master.
- Duke of Gloucester. Then, Saunder, sit there, the lyingest knave in
Christendom. If thou hadst been born blind, thou
mightest as well have known all our names as thus to
name the several colours we do wear. Sight may
distinguish of colours, but suddenly to nominate them
all, it is impossible. My lords, Saint Alban here
hath done a miracle; and would ye not think his
cunning to be great, that could restore this cripple
to his legs again?
- Simpcox. O master, that you could!
- Duke of Gloucester. My masters of Saint Alban's, have you not beadles in
your town, and things called whips?
[Exit an Attendant]
- Duke of Gloucester. Now fetch me a stool hither by and by. Now, sirrah,
if you mean to save yourself from whipping, leap me
over this stool and run away.
- Simpcox. Alas, master, I am not able to stand alone:
You go about to torture me in vain.
[Enter a Beadle with whips]
- Duke of Gloucester. Well, sir, we must have you find your legs. Sirrah
beadle, whip him till he leap over that same stool.
- Beadle. I will, my lord. Come on, sirrah; off with your
- Simpcox. 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!']
- Henry VI. O God, seest Thou this, and bearest so long?
- Duke of Gloucester. Let them be whipped through every market-town, till
they come to Berwick, from whence they came.
[Exeunt Wife, Beadle, Mayor, &c]
- Winchester. Duke Humphrey has done a miracle to-day.
- Duke of Gloucester. But you have done more miracles than I;
You made in a day, my lord, whole towns to fly.
- Henry VI. What tidings with our cousin Buckingham?
- Duke of Buckingham. Such as my heart doth tremble to unfold.
A sort of naughty persons, lewdly bent,
Under the countenance and confederacy
Of Lady Eleanor, the protector's wife,
The ringleader and head of all this rout,
Have practised dangerously against your state,
Dealing with witches and with conjurers:
Whom we have apprehended in the fact;
Raising up wicked spirits from under ground,
Demanding of King Henry's life and death,
And other of your highness' privy-council;
As more at large your grace shall understand.
- Winchester. [Aside to GLOUCESTER] And so, my lord protector,
by this means
Your lady is forthcoming yet at London.
This news, I think, hath turn'd your weapon's edge;
'Tis like, my lord, you will not keep your hour.
- Duke of Gloucester. Ambitious churchman, leave to afflict my heart:
Sorrow and grief have vanquish'd all my powers;
And, vanquish'd as I am, I yield to thee,
Or to the meanest groom.
- Henry VI. O God, what mischiefs work the wicked ones,
Heaping confusion on their own heads thereby!
- Queen Margaret. Gloucester, see here the tainture of thy nest.
And look thyself be faultless, thou wert best.
- Duke of Gloucester. Madam, for myself, to heaven I do appeal,
How I have loved my king and commonweal:
And, for my wife, I know not how it stands;
Sorry I am to hear what I have heard:
Noble she is, but if she have forgot
Honour and virtue and conversed with such
As, like to pitch, defile nobility,
I banish her my bed and company
And give her as a prey to law and shame,
That hath dishonour'd Gloucester's honest name.
- Henry VI. Well, for this night we will repose us here:
To-morrow toward London back again,
To look into this business thoroughly
And call these foul offenders to their answers
And poise the cause in justice' equal scales,
Whose beam stands sure, whose rightful cause prevails.