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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             ,
      I saw | not bet|ter 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 crea|tures works.
           ,          ,           ,         ,         ,
      Yea man | and birds | are fain | of climb|ing high.
 
SUFFOLK
          ,        ,         ,          ,     ,
      No mar|vel, and | it like | your ma|jesty,
           ,        ,          ,          x          ,
      My lord | protec|tor's hawks | do tower | so well,
             ,           ,        ,         ,      ,
      They know | their mas|ter loves | to be | aloft,
            ,             ,         ,         ,          ,
      And bears | his thoughts | above | his fal|con's pitch.
 
GLOUCESTER
           ,          ,        ,       ,       ,
      My lord,| 'tis but | a base | igno|ble 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 e|verlas|ting joy.
 
CARDINAL
           ,       ,        ,             ,            ,
      Thy hea|ven is | on earth,| thine^eyes | and thoughts
        ,           ,           ,        ,         ,
      Beat on | a crown,| the trea|sure of | thy heart,
          ,   ,        ,        ,           ,
      Perni|cious pro|tector,| dange|rous peer,
               ,          ,          ,         ,       ,
      That smoothst | it so | with king | and com|monweal.
 
GLOUCESTER
        ,    ,
      What, car/dinal?    (sept with next?)
       ,           T    T    T         ,     ,
      Is your | priesthood grown | peremp|tory?
           ,     ,  2         ,     ,      ,      ,             ,
      Tantaene | animis | coeles|tibus | irae,| churchmen | so hot?
            ,        ,          ,       o
      Good^un|cle, hide | such ma|lice:
        ,          ,         ,          x
      With such | holi|ness can | you do it?  (tetra with prev)
 
SUFFOLK
          ,       ,         ,           ,        ,
      No ma|lice 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-|protec|torship.
 
GLOUCESTER
           ,         ,         ,            ,     ,
      Why Suf|folk, Eng|land knows | thine^in|solence.
 
QUEEN MARGARET
           ,       ,          ,
      And thy | ambi|tion, Glouce|ster.  ????
 
KING HENRY VI
         ,         ,            ,
      I pri|thee peace,| good queen,  ??
            ,     ,         ,    ,          ___
      And whet | not on | these fu/rious | peers;
            ,       ,          ,    ,            ,
      For bles|sed are | the peace|makers | on earth.
 
CARDINAL
       ,            ,       ,          ,         ,
      Let me | be bles|sed for | the peace | I make
          ,            ,         ,        ,         ,
      Against | this proud | protec|tor with | my sword.
 
GLOUCESTER [Aside to CARDINAL]
        T    T .  T        ,             ,         ,
      Faith holy un|cle, would |'twere come | to that.
 
CARDINAL [Aside to GLOUCESTER]
       ,        ,          ___
      Marry,| when thou | darst.  ????
 
GLOUCESTER [Aside to CARDINAL]
            ,       ,         ,        ,           x
      Make^up | no fac|tious num|bers for | the matter;
           ,          ,       ,       ,       ,
      In thine | own per|son an|swer thy | abuse.
 
CARDINAL [Aside to GLOUCESTER]
       ,                  ,           ,         ,          ,
      Aye, where | thou darst | not peep:| and if | thou darst,
            ,         ,         ,      ,             ,
      This ev|ening, on | the east | side of | the grove.
 
KING HENRY VI
           ,         ,
      How now,| my lords?
 
CARDINAL
                               ,         ,         ,        ->
                          Believe | me, cou|sin Glouce||ster,
       ,       2      ,         ,         ,          ,
      Had | not your man | put up | the fowl | so suddenly,
              ,         ,
      We had had more sport.    ????
        ,            ,    ,    ,
      Come with thy two-hand sword.
 
GLOUCESTER
            ,      ,         ,
      True uncle, are ye advised?
            ,    ,           ,
      The east side of the grove?
       ,        ,          ,
      Cardinal, I am with you.
 
KING HENRY VI
           ,        ,       ,
      Why how now, uncle Gloucester?
 
GLOUCESTER
       ,             ,        ,         ,         ,
      Talking | of hawk|ing; no|thing 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.
 
CARDINAL [Aside to GLOUCESTER]
         ,     ,          ,      ,          ,
      Medice teipsum, protector see to it well, protect yourself.  ????
 
KING HENRY VI
            ,     ,    ,
      The winds grow high,
       ,          ,          ,
      So do your stomachs, lords:
           ,        ,         ,      ,        ,
      How irk|some is | this mu|sic 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 mi|racle | dost thou | proclaim?
 
TOWNSMAN
         ,    ,       ,    ,
      A mi|racle,| a mi|racle.
 
SUFFOLK
        ,    2        ,           ,              ,    ,
      Come to the | king, and | tell him | what mi|racle.
 
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 | belie|ving 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
        ,        2        ,         ,      ,
      Here comes* the | townsmen,| on pro|cession,
        2     ,           ,         ,         ,
      To present | your high|ness with | the man.  (tetra with prev)
 
KING HENRY VI
        ,             ,        ,          ,        ,
      Great is | his com|fort in | this earth|ly vale,
           ,       2      ,          ,        ,      ,
      Although | by his sight | his sin | be mul|tiplied.
 
GLOUCESTER
             ,       ,          ,           ,          ,
      Stand^by,| my mas|ters: bring | him near | the king;
            ,          ,        ,        ,          ,
      His high|ness' plea|sure is | to talk | with him.
 
KING HENRY VI
             ,         ,         ,         ,        ,
      Good* fel|low, tell | us here | the cir|cumstance,
            ,         ,         ,     ,         ,
      That we | for thee | may glo|rify | 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
                                      ,    2     ,
                                What wo|man is this?
 
WIFE
      <-      ,        2     ,          ,      2->
        His wife,|| and it like | your wor|ship.
 
GLOUCESTER
              ,        2     ,      2        ,             ,        , ->
      Hadst thou | been his mo|ther, 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 ne|ver 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,
       ,   2    ,        ,         ,        ,
      Or of de|votion,| to this | holy | shrine?
 
SIMPCOX
      <-         ,          ,      ,
        God*|| knows of | pure de|votion, (pickup)
        2      ,        ,         ,          ,    ,
      Being called | a hun|dred times,| and of|tener,
       ,        ,                 ,      ,            ,
      In my | sleep, by | good* Saint | Alban:| who said,
       ,        ,          ,       ,         ,
      Simon,| come; come^|offer | at my | shrine,
      <-       ,          ,
        And || I will | help thee.
 
WIFE
                                          ,         ,
                                   Most^true,| forsooth:
      <-     ,       ,         ,        ,           ,         ,
        And ma||ny time | and oft | myself | have heard | a voice,
          ,          ,
      To call | him so.  (picked up)
 
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, ma|ster.
 
GLOUCESTER
                                 ,           ,           ,
                           How long | hast thou | been blind?
 
SIMPCOX
           ,         ,
      Oh born | so, mas|ter.
 
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 ne|ver see.
 
GLOUCESTER
             ,           ,         ,          ,       ,    ->
      But cloaks | and gowns,| before | this day,| a ma||ny.
 
WIFE
       ,    2    ,          ,        ,          ,
      Ne|ver 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.
 
GLOUCESTER
                                      T     T    T
                                    What's his name?
 
SIMPCOX
      T   T   T
      I know not.
 
GLOUCESTER
                       ,
                  Nor his?
 
SIMPCOX
                            T  T  T      ,       oo ->
                           No indeed,|| master.|
 
GLOUCESTER
         ,           ___    __
      What's thine | own | name?
 
SIMPCOX
        ,         ,  ,          2        ,          ,
      Saunder | Simpcox,/ and if it | please you,| master.
 
GLOUCESTER
             ,        ,      ,   ->
      Then Saun|der, sit | there,
             ,           ,          ,       ,
      The | lying||est knave | in Chris|tendom.
      <- ,          ,            __     ___   ->
        If thou | hadst been || born | blind,|
              ,           ,            ,      T   T    T   ->
      Thou mightst | as well | have known || all our names,
           ,         ,         ,   2    ,       ,        ,  ->
      As thus | to name | the se||veral co|lors we | do wear.
        ,             ,        2    ,       o ->
      Sight may | distin||guish of co|lors:
           ,      ,       ,      ,          ,  ->
      But sud|denly | to no||minate | them all,
       ,         ,     ,
      It is | impos|sible.
           ,            ,       ,           ,       ,     ,  ->
      My lords,| Saint^Al|ban here | hath done | a mi||racle:
            ,       2      ,          ,        ,         ,  ->
      And would | ye not think | it, cun|ning to || be great,
        ,              ,            ,       ,          ,       , ->
      That could | restore | this crip|ple to || his legs | again.
 
SIMPCOX
         ,         ,          ,
      O mas|ter, that | you could?
 
GLOUCESTER
          ,      2     ,      ,
      My mas|ters of Saint | Alban's,
      <-  ,             ,         ,          ,  ->
        Have you | not bea||dles in | your town,
       .     T      T     T
      And things called whips?
 
MAYOR
      <- ,           ,              ,            ,
        Yes, my || lord, if | it please | your grace.
 
GLOUCESTER
             ,       2     ,     2   ->
      Then send | for one pre||sently.
 
MAYOR
       ,     2      ,          ,       ,          ,
      Sir|rah, go fetch | the bea|dle hi|ther straight.
 
[Exit an Attendant]
 
GLOUCESTER
            ,              ,    ,       ,        ,
      Now fetch | me a / stool hi|ther 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 a|ble 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 e|very mar|ket-town,
        ,           ,        ,                ,            ,
      Till they | come to | Berwick,| from whence | they came.
 
[Exeunt Wife, Beadle, Mayor, etc.]
 
CARDINAL
             ,      2      ,       ,    ,       ,
      Duke^Humph|rey has done | a mi|racle | today.
 
SUFFOLK
        T     T   .    T         ,         ,      ,
      True: made the lame | to leap | and fly | away.
 
GLOUCESTER
           ,           ,          ,     ,         ,
      But you | have done | more mi|racles | than I;
            ,      2   ,         ,      T     T    .  T
      You made | in a day,| my lord,| whole towns to fly.
 
[Enter BUCKINGHAM]
 
KING HENRY VI
            ,         ,         ,        ,      ,
      What ti|dings with | our cou|sin Buck|ingham?
 
BUCKINGHAM
        ,            ,            ,       ,       ,
      Such as | my heart | doth trem|ble to | unfold:
          ,         ,       ,          ,       ,
      A sort | of naugh|ty per|sons, lewd|ly bent,
       ,            ,    2      ,        ,   2  ,
      Under | the coun|tenance and | confe|deracy
          ,    ,     ,       2    ,          ,
      Of La|dy E|leanor,| the protec|tor's wife,
            ,   ,             ,        ,           ,
      The ring|leader | and head | of all | this rout,
             ,         ,    2    ,       ,            ,
      Have prac|tised dan|gerously | against | your state,
       ,               ,       ,          ,      ,
      Dealing | with witch|es and | with con|jurers:
        ,             ,     ,       ,         ,
      Whom we | have ap|prehen|ded in | the fact;
       ,             ,        x            ,        ,
      Raising | up wick|ed spirits | from un|der ground,
         ,              ,   ,         ,          ,
      Deman|ding of / King Hen|ry's life | and death,
          ,       ,          ,         ,       ,      ->
      And o|ther of | your high|ness' pri|vy-coun||cil,
       ,       2     ,            ,            ,      ,
      As | more^at large | your grace | shall un|derstand.
 
CARDINAL [Aside to GLOUCESTER]
           ,        ,        ,        ,          ,
      And so | my lord | protec|tor, by | this means
            ,   2     ,    ,        ,        ,
      Your la|dy is forth|coming | yet at | London.
             ,        ,             ,           ,          ,
      This news | I think | hath turned | your wea|pon'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 mea|nest 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 tain|ture 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 | nobi|lity,
         ,       ,        ,         ,     ,
      I ba|nish her | my bed | and com|pany
            ,         ,       ,        ,          ,
      And give | her as | a prey | to law | and shame,
             ,        ,          ,           ,        ,
      That hath | disho|nored Glouce|ster's ho|nest 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 tho|roughly,
            ,            ,       ,    ,    2        ,
      And call | these foul | offen|ders to their^|answers;
            ,           ,         ,        ,         ,
      And poise | the cause | in jus|tice' e|qual scales,
              ,             ,            ,         ,          ,
      Whose^beam | stands^sure,| whose^right|ful cause | prevails.
 
[Flourish. Exeunt]

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