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Henry VI part two

Act II, Scene 1

Saint Alban's.
 
[Enter KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, GLOUCESTER, CARDINAL, and SUFFOLK, with Falconers halloing]
 
QUEEN MARGARET
          ,          ,          ,       ,         ,
      Believe | me lords,| for fly|ing at | the brook,
         ,           x       ,            Tx    T     T
      I saw | not better | sport these^|seven years' day:
           ,          ,           ,         ,      ,
      Yet by | your leave,| the wind | was ve|ry high,
           ,        ,          ,         ,          ,
      And ten | to one,| old^Joan | had not | gone^out.
 
KING HENRY VI
            ,        ,          ,          ,        ,
      But what | a point,| my lord,| your fal|con made,
            ,        ,           ,       ,          ,
      And what | a pitch | she flew | above | the rest:
          ,         ,        ,          ,          ,
      To see | how God | in all | his creat|ures works.
           ,          ,           ,         ,         ,
      Yea man | and birds | are fain | of climb|ing high.
 
SUFFOLK
            ,       ,         ,          ,     ,
      No* marv|el, and | it like | your maj|esty,
           ,         ,         ,          x          ,
      My lord | protect|or's hawks | do tower | so well,
             ,           ,        ,         ,      ,
      They know | their mast|er loves | to be | aloft,
            ,             ,         ,         ,          ,
      And bears | his thoughts | above | his fal|con's pitch.
 
GLOUCESTER
           ,          ,        ,       ,       ,
      My lord,| 'tis but | a base | ignob|le mind,
              ,          ,       ,        ,          ,
      That mounts | no high|er than | a bird | can soar.
 
CARDINAL
           ,           ,         ,       2   ,           ,
      I thought | as much,| he would | be above | the clouds.
 
GLOUCESTER
       ,               ,    2    ,           ,         ,
      Aye my | lord* card|inal, How | think^you | by that?
        ,             ,           ,            ,          x
      Were it | not good | your grace | could fly | to heaven?
 
KING HENRY VI
            ,     ,      ,     ,        ,
      The trea|sury | of ev|erlast|ing joy.
 
CARDINAL
            ,      ,        ,             ,            ,
      Thy heav|en is | on earth,| thine^eyes | and thoughts
        ,           ,           ,        ,         ,
      Beat on | a crown,| the treas|ure of | thy heart,
       ,  ,            ,        ,           ,
      Perni/cious pro|tector,| dange|rous peer,
               ,          ,          ,         ,       ,
      That smoothst | it so | with king | and com|monweal.
 
GLOUCESTER
        ,    ,
      What, card/inal?   \\
       ,           T    T    T         ,     ,
      Is your | priesthood grown | peremp|tory?
           ,    ,         ,          ,    ,           ,
      Tantaene animis coelestibus irae, churchmen so hot?   ????
            ,       ,          ,       o
      Good^unc|le hide | such mal|ice:
        ,          ,         ,          x
      With such | holi|ness can | you do it?  (tetra with prev)
 
SUFFOLK
          ,       ,         ,           ,        ,
      No mal|ice sir,| no more | than well | becomes
           ,        ,        ,        ,        ,
      So good | a quar|rel, and | so bad | a peer.
 
GLOUCESTER
          ,         ,
      As who,| my lord?
 
SUFFOLK
                         ,         ,         __
                        Why, as | you, my | lord,
         2     ,           ,       ,       ,       ,
      And it like | your lord|ly lord-|protect|orship.
 
GLOUCESTER
           ,         ,         ,            ,     ,
      Why Suf|folk, Eng|land knows | thine^ins|olence.
 
QUEEN MARGARET
           ,       ,          ,
      And thy | ambi|tion, Glouce|ster.  \\
 
KING HENRY VI
         ,         ,            ,
      I prith|ee peace,| good queen,  \\
            ,     ,         ,    ,          ___
      And whet | not on | these fur/ious | peers,
            ,       ,          ,    ,            ,
      For bles|sed are | the peace|makers | on earth.
 
CARDINAL
           ,        ,       ,          ,         ,
      Let^me | be bles|sed for | the peace | I make
          ,            ,         ,        ,         ,
      Against | this proud | protect|or with | my sword.
 
GLOUCESTER
        T    T .  T        ,             ,         ,
      Faith holy unc|le, would |'twere come | to that.
 
CARDINAL
       ,        ,          ___
      Marry,| when thou | darst.  \\
 
GLOUCESTER
            ,       ,         ,        ,           x
      Make^up | no fac|tious num|bers for | the matter,
           ,          ,       ,       ,       ,
      In thine | own pers|on ans|wer thy | abuse.
 
CARDINAL
       ,                  ,           ,
      Aye, where | thou darst | not peep:  \\
           ,          ,           ,
      And if | thou darst,| this eve|ning,  \\
                 ,    ,      2      ,
      On the / east side | of the grove.
 
KING HENRY VI
                                              ,         ,
                                         How now,| my lords?
 
CARDINAL
          ,         ,       ,
      Believe me, cousin Gloucester,  ????
           ,        ,       ,       ,   ,  ,
      Had not your man put^up the fowl so suddenly,    ????
       ,        T    T    T
      We had | had more sport.
        ,      2       T    T    T
      Come with thy | two-hand sword.
 
GLOUCESTER
              x     ,           ,
      True uncle,| are ye | advised?
            ,      ,             ,
      The east | side of | the grove:
       ,   2     ,        ,
      Cardinal,| I am | with you.
 
KING HENRY VI
           ,            x       ,
      Why how | now, uncle | Gloucester?  (tri with prev five)
 
GLOUCESTER
       ,             ,        ,         ,         ,
      Talking | of hawk|ing; noth|ing else,| my lord.  (unmatched?)
       ,               ,         ,
      Now by | God's^moth|er, priest,
             ,            ,           ,
      I'll shave | your crown | for this,
          ,         ,             ,
      Or all | my fence | shall fail.  (tri with prev two)
 
CARDINAL
Medice teipsum, protector see to it well, protect yourself.
 
KING HENRY VI
            ,             ,
      The winds | grow* high,
                               ,             ,          ,
                              So do | your stom|achs, lords:
           ,        ,         ,      ,        ,
      How irk|some is | this mus|ic to | my heart?
        .     T     T     T           ,        ,     ,
      When* such strings jar,| what hope | of har|mony?
          ,         ,      ,            ,             ,
      I pray | my lords | let me | compound | this strife.
 
[Enter a Townsman of Saint Alban's, crying A miracle!]
 
GLOUCESTER
             ,            ,
      What means | this noise?  \\
       ,             ,     ,          ,         ,
      Fellow,| what mir|acle | dost thou | proclaim?
 
TOWNSMAN
         ,    ,       ,    ,    oo
      A mir|acle,| a mir|acle.|
 
SUFFOLK
        ,    2        ,           ,          ,   ,
      Come to the | king, and | tell him | what mir/acle.
 
TOWNSMAN
           ,         ,      ,              ,          ,
      Forsooth,| a blind | man at | Saint^Al|ban's shrine,
          ,           ,      ,              ,           ,
      Within | this half | hour hath | received | his sight,
         ,           ,     ,             ,        ,
      A man | that nere | saw in | his life | before.
 
KING HENRY VI
           ,          ,        ,          ,         ,
      Now God | be praised,| that to | believ|ing souls
              ,          ,         ,        ,        ,
      Gives^light | in dark|ness, com|fort in | despair.
 
[Enter the Mayor of Saint Alban's and his brethren, bearing SIMPCOX, between two in a chair, SIMPCOX's Wife following]
 
CARDINAL
             ,           ,         ,       ,     ,
      Here comes | the towns|men, on | proces|sion,
       ,       ,           ,          ,        ___
      To pre|sent your | highness | with the | man.
 
KING HENRY VI
        ,             ,        ,          ,        ,
      Great is | his com|fort in | this earth|ly vale,
           ,       2      ,          ,        ,      ,
      Although | by his sight | his sin | be mult|iplied.
 
GLOUCESTER
             ,       ,          ,           ,          ,
      Stand^by,| my mast|ers, bring | him near | the king,
            ,          ,        ,        ,          ,
      His high|ness' pleas|ure is | to talk | with him.
 
KING HENRY VI
             ,         ,         ,          ,       ,
      Good* fel|low, tell | us here | the circ|umstance,
            ,         ,          ,    ,         ,
      That we | for thee | may glor|ify | the Lord.
        ,       2         T    T    T          ,         ,
      What, hast thou | been long blind,| and now | restored?
 
SIMPCOX
Born blind, and it please your grace.
 
WIFE
Aye indeed was he.
 
SUFFOLK
What woman is this?
 
WIFE
His wife, and it like your worship.
 
GLOUCESTER
              ,        2        x            ,            ,        ,
      Hadst thou | been his mother,| thou couldst | have bet|ter told.
 
KING HENRY VI
              ,         ,
      Where wert thou born?  \\
 
SIMPCOX
          ,        ,         ,        2     ,           ,
      At Ber|wick in | the north,| and it like | your grace.
 
KING HENRY VI
             ,
      Poor soul,  \\
        T     T   T      T    T    T          ,
      God's goodness | hath been great | to thee:
           ,      ,          ,        ,          ,
      Let nev|er day | nor night | unhal|lowed pass,
            ,        ,        ,          ,           ,
      But still | remem|ber what | the Lord | hath done.
 
QUEEN MARGARET
        ,             ,
      Tell me,| good fel|low,  \\
        ,            ,          ,     ,          ,
      Camst thou | here by | chance, or / of de|votion,
        2      ,       ,
      To this ho|ly shrine?  \\
 
SIMPCOX
            ,          ,       ,    ,   oo
      God^knows | of pure | devo|tion,|
        2      ,        ,         ,          ,    ,
      Being called | a hund|red times,| and of|tener,
       ,        ,           ,           ,      oo
      In my | sleep, by | good Saint | Alban:|
            ,     ,        ,          ,        2      ,
      Who said;| Simon,| come; come^|offer | at my shrine,
          ,          ,        2
      And I | will help | thee.
 
WIFE
                                          ,         ,
                                   Most^true,| forsooth:
      <-     ,       ,         ,        ,           ,         ,
        And ma||ny time | and oft | myself | have heard | a voice,
          ,          ,
      To call | him so.  \\
 
CARDINAL
        ,                ,
      What, art | thou lame?
 
SIMPCOX
                              ,      2      ,       ,
                             Aye, God Al|mighty | help me.
 
SUFFOLK
            ,           ,
      How camst | thou so?
 
SIMPCOX
                               ,     ,           ,
                           A fall | off of | a tree.
 
WIFE
      .   T    T    T     2
      A plum-tree, mast|er.
 
GLOUCESTER
                                 ,           ,           ,
                           How long | hast thou | been blind?
 
SIMPCOX
           ,         ,
      Oh born | so, mast|er.
 
GLOUCESTER
                              ,       2          ,         ,
                            What,| and wouldst climb | a tree?
 
SIMPCOX
            ,        ,         ,         ,      2    ,
      But that | in all | my life,| when I | was a youth.
 
WIFE
             ,           ,           ,        ,      ,
      Too* true,| and bought | his climb|ing ve|ry dear.
 
GLOUCESTER
Mass, thou lovedst plums well, that wouldst venture so.
 
SIMPCOX
Alas, good master, my wife desired some damsons, and made me climb, with danger of my life.
 
GLOUCESTER
         ,        ,          ,                ,    ,
      A sub|tle knave,| but yet | it shall / not serve:
         2    ,            ,      T   T    T    ,   2
      Let me see | thine^eyes;| wink now, now | open them,
          ,     ,        ,           ,           ,
      In my | opin|ion, yet | thou seest | not well.
 
SIMPCOX
Yes master, clear as day, I thank God and Saint Alban.
 
GLOUCESTER
Sayst thou me so: what color is this cloak of?
 
SIMPCOX
Red master, red as blood.
 
GLOUCESTER
Why that's well said: What color is my gown of?
 
SIMPCOX
Black forsooth, coal-black as jet.
 
KING HENRY VI
Why then, thou knowst what color jet is of?
 
SUFFOLK
           ,        ,      ,            ,      ,
      And yet | I think,| jet did | he nev|er see.
 
GLOUCESTER
             ,           ,         ,          ,       ,    ->
      But cloaks | and gowns,| before | this day,| a ma||ny.
 
WIFE
        x         ,          ,        ,          ,
      Never | before | this day,| in all | his life.
 
GLOUCESTER
        ,        ,         T     T   T
      Tell me | sirrah,| what's my name?
 
SIMPCOX
        ,     ,       T  T    T
      Alas | master,| I know not.  (tetra with prev)
 
GLOUCESTER
        T     T    T
      What's his name?
 
SIMPCOX
      T   T   T
      I know not.   (di with prev)
 
GLOUCESTER
           ,
      Nor his?
 
SIMPCOX
                 2    ,     ,
               No indeed,| master.
 
GLOUCESTER
                                                  ,    ,
                                   What's thine^/own name?
 
SIMPCOX
        ,         ,  ,          2        ,          ,
      Saunder | Simpcox,/ and if it | please you,| master.
 
GLOUCESTER
             ,        ,     ___
      Then Saund|er, sit | there,  \\
            x          ,          ,       ,   oo
      The lying|est knave | in Christ|endom.|
       ,          ,           __     ___    oo
      If thou | hadst been | born | blind,|
              ,           ,            ,     T   T    T
      Thou mightst | as well | have known | all our names,
           ,         ,          ,       ,       ,         ,  ->
      As thus | to name | the seve|ral col|ors we || do wear.
        ,             ,       2    ,       o
      Sight may | disting|uish of col|ors:
           ,      ,       ,      ,         ,
      But sud|denly | to nom|inate | them all,
          ,      ,     ,
      It is | impos|sible.  \\
           ,           ,      ,         ,     ,
      My lords, Saint^Alban here hath done a miracle:  ????
            ,       2      ,          ,        ,        ,
      And would | ye not think | it, cun|ning to | be great,
             ,         ,       ,    ,                 ,       ,
      That could | restore | this crip/ple to | his legs | again.  ????
 
SIMPCOX
         ,         ,          ,
      O mast|er, that | you could?
 
GLOUCESTER
          ,      2     ,      ,
      My mast|ers of Saint | Alban's,  (tri with prev)
        ,     2        ,         2       ,
      Have you not | beadles | in your town,
                                              .     T      T     T
                                             And things called whips?
 
MAYOR
       ,          ,              ,            ,     oo
      Yes, my | lord, if | it please | your grace.|
 
GLOUCESTER
             ,         ,     ,
      Then send | for one | present|ly.  \\
 
MAYOR
       ,            ,           ,       ,         ,
      Sirrah,| go fetch | the bead|le hith|er straight.
 
[Exit an Attendant]
 
GLOUCESTER
            ,              ,    ,       ,        ,
      Now fetch | me a / stool hith|er by | and by.
 
Now sirrah, if you mean to save yourself from whipping, leap me over this stool, and run away.
 
SIMPCOX
         ,    ,        3  3     ,   2     ,        ,
      Alas | master,| I am not ab|le to stand | alone:
           ,      ,        ,        ,        ,
      You go | about | to tor|ture me | in vain.
 
[Enter a Beadle with whips]
 
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 doublet, quickly.
 
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.]
 
KING HENRY VI
         ,      ,            ,           ,            ,
      O God,| seest thou | this, and | bearest | so long?
 
QUEEN MARGARET
           ,         ,         ,         ,        ,
      It made | me laugh,| to see | the vil|lain run.
 
GLOUCESTER
       ,             ,           ,           ,      ,
      Follow | the knave,| and take | this drab | away.
 
WIFE
        ,     T    T  T               ,    ,
      Alas | sir, we did | it for / pure need.
 
GLOUCESTER
       ,               ,              ,       ,        ,
      Let them | be whipped | through ev|ery mark|et-town,
        ,           ,        ,                ,            ,
      Till they | come to | Berwick,| from whence | they came.
 
[Exeunt Wife, Beadle, Mayor, etc.]
 
CARDINAL
             ,      2      ,       ,    ,       ,
      Duke^Humph|rey has done | a mir|acle | today.
 
SUFFOLK
        T     T   .    T         ,         ,      ,
      True: made the lame | to leap | and fly | away.
 
GLOUCESTER
           ,           ,           ,     ,         ,
      But you | have done | more* mir|acles | than I:
            ,      2   ,         ,      T     T    .  T
      You made | in a day,| my lord,| whole towns to fly.
 
[Enter BUCKINGHAM]
 
KING HENRY VI
            ,         ,         ,        ,      ,
      What tid|ings with | our cous|in Buck|ingham?
 
BUCKINGHAM
        ,            ,            ,       ,       ,
      Such as | my heart | doth trem|ble to | unfold:
          ,         ,       ,          ,       ,
      A sort | of naugh|ty pers|ons, lewd|ly bent,
       ,            ,    2      ,        ,   2  ,
      Under | the count|enance and | confed|eracy
          ,     ,    ,       2    ,          ,
      Of La|dy El|eanor,| the protect|or's wife,
            ,   ,             ,        ,           ,
      The ring|leader | and head | of all | this rout,
             ,         ,    2    ,       ,            ,
      Have prac|ticed dang|erously | against | your state,
       ,               ,       ,          ,      ,
      Dealing | with witch|es and | with con|jurers,
        ,             ,     ,       ,         ,
      Whom we | have ap|prehend|ed in | the fact,
       ,             ,        x            ,       ,
      Raising | up^wick|ed spirits | from und|erground,
         ,              ,   ,         ,          ,
      Demand|ing of / King Hen|ry's life | and death,
           ,      ,          ,          ,        x
      And oth|er of | your high|ness' priv|y-council,
           ,         ,            ,            ,      ,
      As more | at large | your grace | shall und|erstand.
 
CARDINAL
           ,        ,        ,        ,          ,
      And so | my lord | protect|or, by | this means
            ,   2     ,    ,        ,        ,
      Your la|dy is forth|coming,| yet at | London.
             ,        ,             ,           ,          ,
      This news | I think | hath turned | your weap|on's edge;
             ,         ,          ,          ,           ,
      'Tis like,| my lord,| you will | not keep | your hour.
 
GLOUCESTER
         ,          ,           ,       2    ,          ,
      Ambi|tious church|man*, leave | to afflict | my heart:
       ,             ,           ,           ,          x
      Sorrow | and grief | have van|quished^all | my powers;
           ,           ,      ,        ,          ,
      And van|quished^as | I am, | I yield | to thee,
       ,           ,         ,
      Or to | the mean|est groom.  \\
 
KING HENRY VI
         ,          ,           ,          ,       ,
      O God,| what mis|chiefs^work | the wick|ed ones?
       ,     2     ,                   ,    ,           ,
      Heaping con|fusion | on their / own heads | thereby.
 
QUEEN MARGARET
         ,                ,          ,        ,         ,
      Gloucester,| see* here | the taint|ure of | thy nest,
            ,         ,         ,           ,           ,
      And look | thyself | be fault|less, thou | wert best.
 
GLOUCESTER
       ,         2    ,          x        ,       ,
      Madam,| for myself,| to heaven | I do | appeal,
          ,          ,          ,         ,       ,
      How^I | have loved | my king,| and com|monweal:
           ,         ,        ,         ,          ,
      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
       ,           ,        ,         ,             ,
      Honor | and vir|tue, and | conversed | with such,
           ,         ,         ,       ,    ,
      As like | to pitch,| defile | nobil|ity;
         ,       ,        ,         ,     ,
      I ban|ish her | my bed,| and comp|any,
            ,         ,       ,        ,          ,
      And give | her as | a prey | to law | and shame,
             ,        ,          ,           ,        ,
      That hath | dishon|ored Glouce|ster's hon|est name.
 
KING HENRY VI
        ,           ,    ,                   ,         ,
      Well, for | this night / we will | repose | us here:
         ,           ,   ,         ,       ,
      Tomor|row to/ward Lon|don, back | again,
           ,       ,         ,         ,        ,
      To look | into | this bus|iness thor|oughly,
            ,            ,        ,   ,    2        ,
      And call | these^foul | offend|ers to their^|answers;  ??
            ,           ,         ,        ,         ,
      And poise | the cause | in just|ice' e|qual scales,
              ,             ,            ,         ,          ,
      Whose^beam | stands^sure,| whose^right|ful cause | prevails.  ??
 
[Flourish. Exeunt]

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