The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 5 of 9] · William Shakespeare
SCENE V.
_One._ And it please your grace, there is a man that came blinde to S. Albones, and hath receiued his sight at his shrine. [dae052] _King._ Goe fetch him hither, that wee may glorifie the Lord [dae053] with him. Enter the Maior of Saint Albones and his brethren with Musicke, bearing the man that had bene blind, betweene two in a chaire. _King._ Thou happie man, giue God eternall praise, ·dae055· For he it is, that thus hath helped thee. _Humphrey._ Where wast thou borne? [dae057] _Poore man._ At _Barwicke_ sir, in the North. [dae058] _Humph._ At _Barwicke_, and come thus far for helpe. [dae059] _Poore man._ I sir, it was told me in my sleepe, [dae060] That sweet saint Albones, should giue me my sight againe. _Humphrey._ What art thou lame too? [dae062] _Poore man._ I indeed sir, God helpe me. [dae063] _Humphrey._ How cam’st thou lame? _Poore man._ With falling off on a plum-tree. [dae065] _Humph._ Wart thou blind & wold clime plumtrees? [dae066] _Poore man._ Neuer but once sir in all my life, My wife did long for plums. _Humph._ But tell me, wart thou borne blinde? [dae069] _Poore man._ _I_ truly sir. ·dae070· _Woman._ I indeed sir, he was borne blinde. _Humphrey._ What art thou his mother? [dae072] _Woman._ His wife sir. _Humphrey._ Hadst thou bene his mother, Thou couldst haue better told. ·dae075· Why let me see, I thinke thou canst not see yet.
_Humph._ I but you did greater wonders, when you made whole [dae129] Dukedomes flie in a day. ·dae130· Witnesse _France_. _King._ Haue done I say, and let me here no more of that. [dae132] Enter the Duke of _Buckingham_. What newes brings Duke Humprey of Buckingham? [dae133] _Buck._ Ill newes for some my Lord, and this it is, That proud dame Elnor our Protectors wife, ·dae135· Hath plotted Treasons gainst the King and Peeres, By wichcrafts, sorceries, and cuniurings, Who by such meanes did raise a spirit vp, To tell her what hap should betide the state, But ere they had finisht their diuellish drift, ·dae140· By Yorke and my selfe they were all surprisde, And heres the answere the diuel did make to them. _King._ First of the King, what shall become of him? _Reads._ The Duke yet liues, that Henry shal depose, Yet him out liue, and die a violent death. [dae145] Gods will be done in all. What fate awaits the Duke of Suffolke? By water shall he die and take his end. _Suffolke._ By water must the Duke of Suffolke die? [dae149] It must be so, or else the diuel doth lie. ·dae150· _King._ Let Somerset shun Castles, For safer shall he be vpon the sandie plaines, Then where Castles mounted stand. _Card._ Heres good stuffe, how now my Lord Protector [dae154] This newes I thinke hath turnde your weapons point, ·dae155· I am in doubt youle scarsly keepe your promise.
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