Simpcox. Born blind, an’t please your grace.
Wife. Ay, indeed, was he.
Suf. What woman is this?
Wife. His wife, an’t like your worship.
Glo. Hadst thou been his mother, thou couldst have better told.
K. Hen. Where wert thou born?
Simp. At Berwick in the north, an’t like your grace.
K. Hen. 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.