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Queene. My Lord, how did your grace like this last flight?
But as I cast her off the winde did rise,
And twas ten to one, old Ione had not gone out.
King. How wonderful the Lords workes are on earth,
[5] Euen in these silly creatures of his hands,
[♦] Vnckle Gloster, how hie your Hawke did sore?
[♦] And on a sodaine soust the Partridge downe.
Suffolke. No maruell if it please your Maiestie
[♦] My Lord Protectors Hawke done towre so well,
[10] He knowes his maister loues to be aloft.
[♦] Humphrey. Faith my Lord, it is but a base minde
[♦] That can sore no higher than a Falkons pitch.
Card. I thought your grace would be aboue the cloudes.
[♦] Humph. I my Lord Cardinall, were it not good
[15] Your grace could fllie to heauen.
Card. Thy heauen is on earth, thy words and thoughts beat on a Crowne, proude Protector dangerous Peere, to smooth it thus [♦] with King and common-wealth.
Humphrey. How now my Lord, why this is more then needs,
[20] Church-men so hote. Good vnckle can you doate.
[♦] Suffolke. Why not Hauing so good a quarrell & so bad a cause.
Humphrey. As how, my Lord?
[♦] Suffolke. As you, my Lord. And it like your Lordly
Lords Protectorship.
25 Humphrey. Why Suffolke, England knowes thy insolence.
Queene. And thy ambition Gloster.
King. Cease gentle Queene, and whet not on these furious Lordes to wrath, for blessed are the peace-makers on earth.
30 Card. Let me be blessed for the peace I make,
Against this proud Protector with my sword.
Humphrey. Faith holy vnckle, I would it were come to that.
[♦] Cardinall. Euen when thou darest.
[♦] Humphrey. Dare. I tell rhee Priest, Plantagenets could neuer 35 brooke the dare.
[♦] Card. I am Plantaganet as well as thou, and sonne to Iohn of Gaunt.
Humph. In Bastardie.
Cardin. I scorne thy words.
Humph. Make vp no factious numbers, but euen in thine own
person meete me at the East end of the groue.
[♦] Card. Heres my hand, I will.
King. Why how now Lords?
Card. Faith Cousin Gloster, had not your man cast off so soone, 45 we had had more sport to day, Come with thy swoord and buckler.
[♦] Humphrey. Faith Priest, Ile shaue your Crowne.
Cardinall. Protector, protect thy selfe well.
[♦] King. The wind growes high, so doth your chollour Lords.
Enter one crying, A miracle, a miracle.
[50] How now, now sirrha, what miracle is it?
One. And it please your grace, there is a man that came blinde [♦] to S. Albones, and hath receiued his sight at his shrine.
[♦] King. Goe fetch him hither, that wee may glorifie the Lord 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.
55 King. Thou happie man, giue God eternall praise,
For he it is, that thus hath helped thee.
[♦] Humphrey. Where wast thou borne?
[♦] Poore man. At Barwicke sir, in the North.
[♦] Humph. At Barwicke, and come thus far for helpe.
[60] Poore man. I sir, it was told me in my sleepe,
That sweet saint Albones, should giue me my sight againe.
[♦] Humphrey. What art thou lame too?
[♦] Poore man. I indeed sir, God helpe me.
Humphrey. How cam’st thou lame?
[65] Poore man. With falling off on a plum-tree.
[♦] Humph. Wart thou blind & wold clime plumtrees?
Poore man. Neuer but once sir in all my life,
My wife did long for plums.
[♦] Humph. But tell me, wart thou borne blinde?
70 Poore man. I truly sir.
Woman. I indeed sir, he was borne blinde.
[♦] Humphrey. What art thou his mother?
Woman. His wife sir.
Humphrey. Hadst thou bene his mother,
75 Thou couldst haue better told.
Why let me see, I thinke thou canst not see yet.
Poore man. Yes truly maister, as cleare as day.
[♦] Humphrey. Saist thou so. What colours his cloake?
[♦] Poore man. Why red maister, as red as blood.
80 Humphrey. And his cloake?
[♦] Poore man. Why thats greene.
Humphrey. And what colours his hose?
Poore man. Yellow maister, yellow as gold.
[♦] Humphrey. And what colours my gowne?
85 Poore man. Blacke sir, as blacke as Ieat.
King. Then belike he knowes what colour Ieat is on.
[♦] Suffolke. And yet I thinke Ieat did he neuer see.
Humph. But cloakes and gownes ere this day many a (one.
[♦] But tell me sirrha, whats my name?
90 Poore man. Alasse maister I know not.
[♦] Humphrey. Whats his name?
Poore man. I know not.
Humphrey. Nor his?
Poore man. No truly sir.
95 Humphrey Nor his name?
Poore man No indeed maister.
[♦] Humphrey Whats thine owne name?
Poore man. Sander, and it please you maister.
Humphrey. Then Sander sit there, the lyingest knaue in [100] Christendom. If thou hadst bene born blind, thou mightest aswell haue knowne all our names, as thus to name the seuerall colours we doo weare. Sight may distinguish of colours, but sodeinly to nominate [♦] them all, it is impossible. My Lords, saint Albones here hath done a Miracle, and would you not thinke his cunning to be great, that [105] could restore this Cripple to his legs againe.
Poore man. Oh maister I would you could.
[♦] Humphrey. My Maisters of saint Albones,
Haue you not Beadles in your Towne,
And things called whippes?
110 Mayor. Yes my Lord, if it please your grace.
Humph. Then send for one presently.
Mayor. Sirrha, go fetch the Beadle hither straight. Exet one.
Humph. Now fetch me a stoole hither by and by.
Now sirrha, If you meane to saue your selfe from whipping,
115 Leape me ouer this stoole and runne away.
Enter Beadle.
Poore man. Alasse maister I am not able to stand alone,
You go about to torture me in vaine.
Humph. Well sir, we must haue you finde your legges.
Sirrha Beadle, whip him till he leape ouer that same stoole.
120 Beadle. I will my Lord, come on sirrha, off with your doublet quickly.
[♦] Poore man. Alas maister what shall I do, I am not able to stand. After the Beadle hath hit him one girke, he leapes ouer the stoole and runnes away, and they run after him, crying, A miracle, a miracle.
Hump. Amiracle, a miracle, let him be taken againe, & whipt through euery Market Towne til he comes at Barwicke where he 125 was borne.
Mayor. It shall be done my Lord. Exet Mayor.
Suffolke. My Lord Protector hath done wonders to day,
[♦] He hath made the blinde to see, and halt to go.
[♦] Humph. I but you did greater wonders, when you made whole
130 Dukedomes flie in a day.
Witnesse France.
[♦] King. Haue done I say, and let me here no more of that.
Enter the Duke of Buckingham.
[♦] What newes brings Duke Humprey of Buckingham?
Buck. Ill newes for some my Lord, and this it is,
135 That proud dame Elnor our Protectors wife,
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,
140 But ere they had finisht their diuellish drift,
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,
[145] Yet him out liue, and die a violent death.
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?
150 It must be so, or else the diuel doth lie.
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
155 This newes I thinke hath turnde your weapons point,
I am in doubt youle scarsly keepe your promise.
Humphrey. Forbeare ambitious Prelate to vrge my griefe,
And pardon me my gratious Soueraigne,
For here I sweare vnto your Maiestie,
160 That I am guiltlesse of these hainous crimes
Which my ambitious wife hath falsly done,
And for she would betraie her soueraigne Lord,
I here renounce her from my bed and boord,
And leaue her open for the law to iudge,
165 Vnlesse she cleare her selfe of this foule deed.
King. Come my Lords this night weele lodge in S. Albones,
And to morrow we will ride to London,
And trie the vtmost of these Treasons forth,
Come vnckle Gloster along with vs,
[170] My mind doth tell me thou art innocent. Exet omnes.
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[♦] Yorke. My Lords our simple supper ended, thus,
Let me reueale vnto your honours here,
The right and title of the house of Yorke,
To Englands Crowne by liniall desent.
5 War. Then Yorke begin, and if thy claime be good,
The Neuils are thy subiects to command.
Yorke. Then thus my Lords.
Edward the third had seuen sonnes,
The first was Edward the blacke Prince,
10 Prince of Wales.
[♦] The second was Edmund of Langly,
Duke of Yorke.
The third was Lyonell Duke of Clarence.
The fourth was Iohn of Gaunt,
15 The Duke of Lancaster.
The fifth was Roger Mortemor, Earle of March.
The sixt was sir Thomas of Woodstocke,
William of Winsore was the seuenth and last.
Now, Edward the blacke Prince he died before his father, and left 20 the behinde him Richard, that afterwards was King, Crownde by name of Richard the second, and he died without an heire. Edmund of Langly Duke of Yorke died, and left behind him two daughters, Anne and Elinor.
Lyonell Duke of Clarence died, and left behinde Alice, Anne, and 25 Elinor, that was after married to my father, and by her I claime the Crowne, as the true heire to Lyonell Duke [♦] of Clarence, the third sonne to Edward the third. Now sir. In the [♦] time of Richards raigne, Henry of Bullingbrooke, sonne and heire to Iohn of Gaunt, the Duke of Lancaster fourth sonne to Edward 30 the third, he claimde the Crowne, deposde the Merthfull King, and [♦] as both you know, in Pomphret Castle harmlesse Richard was shamefully murthered, and so by Richards death came the house of Lancaster vnto the Crowne.
Sals. Sauing your tale my Lord, as I haue heard, in the raigne 35 of Bullenbrooke, the Duke of Yorke did claime the Crowne, and [♦] but for Owin Glendor, had bene King.
Yorke. True. But so it fortuned then, by meanes of that monstrous rebel Glendor, the noble Duke of York was done to death, and so euer since the heires of Iohn of Gaunt haue possessed the [40] Crowne. But if the issue of the elder should sucseed before the issue of the yonger, then am I lawfull heire vnto the kingdome.
[♦] Warwicke. What plaine proceedings can be more plaine, hee claimes it from Lyonel Duke of Clarence, the third sonne to Edward the third, and Henry from Iohn of Gaunt the fourth sonne. 45 So that till Lyonels issue failes, his should not raigne. It failes not yet, but florisheth in thee & in thy sons, braue slips of such a stock. Then noble father, kneele we both togither, and in this priuate place, be we the first to honor him with birthright to the Crown.
Both. Long liue Richard Englands royall King.
50 Yorke. I thanke you both. But Lords I am not your King, vntil this sword be sheathed euen in the hart blood of the house of Lancaster.
War. Then Yorke aduise thy selfe and take thy time,
Claime thou the Crowne, and set thy standard vp,
55 And in the same aduance the milke-white Rose,
[♦] And then to gard it, will I rouse the Beare,
Inuiron’d with ten thousand Ragged-staues
To aide and helpe thee for to win thy right,
[♦] Maugre the proudest Lord of Henries blood,
60 That dares deny the right and claime of Yorke,
[♦] For why my minde presageth I shall liue
To see the noble Duke of Yorke to be a King.
Yorke. Thanks noble Warwicke, and Yorke doth hope to see, The Earl of Warwicke liue, to be the greatest man in England, [65] but the King. Come lets goe. Exet omnes.