Enter a Townsman of Saint Albans, crying, “A miracle!”
GLOUCESTER.
What means this noise?
Fellow, what miracle dost thou proclaim?
TOWNSMAN.
A miracle! A miracle!
SUFFOLK.
Come to the King, and tell him what miracle.
TOWNSMAN.
Forsooth, a blind man at Saint Alban’s shrine,
Within this half hour, hath received his sight,
A man that ne’er saw in his life before.
KING HENRY.
Now, God be praised, that to believing souls
Gives light in darkness, comfort in despair!
Enter the Mayor of Saint Albans and his brethren, bearing Simpcox between two in a chair, Simpcox’s Wife following.
CARDINAL.
Here comes the townsmen on procession,
To present your highness with the man.
KING HENRY.
Great is his comfort in this earthly vale,
Although by his sight his sin be multiplied.
GLOUCESTER.
Stand by, my masters. Bring him near the King.
His highness’ pleasure is to talk with him.