SIMPCOX.
God knows, of pure devotion; being called
A hundred times and oftener, in my sleep,
By good Saint Alban, who said “Simpcox, come,
Come, offer at my shrine, and I will help thee.”
WIFE.
Most true, forsooth; and many time and oft
Myself have heard a voice to call him so.
CARDINAL.
What, art thou lame?
SIMPCOX.
Ay, God Almighty help me!
SUFFOLK.
How cam’st thou so?
SIMPCOX.
A fall off of a tree.
WIFE.
A plum-tree, master.
GLOUCESTER.
How long hast thou been blind?
SIMPCOX.
O, born so, master.
GLOUCESTER.
What, and wouldst climb a tree?