Simp. 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!”
K. Hen. O God! seest thou this, and bearest so long?
Q. Mar. It made me laugh to see the villain run.
Glo. Follow the knave; and take this drab away.
Wife. Alas, sir, we did it for pure need.
Glo. Let them be whipped through every market-town, till they come to Berwick, from whence they came.
[Exeunt Wife, Beadle, Mayor, etc.
Car. Duke Humphrey has done a miracle to-day.
Suf. True; made the lame to leap and fly away.