Queene. Tell me, good-fellow,
Cam'st thou here by Chance, or of Deuotion,
To this holy Shrine?
Simpc. God knowes of pure Deuotion,
Being call'd a hundred times, and oftner,
In my sleepe, by good Saint Albon:
Who said; Symon, come; come offer at my Shrine,
And I will helpe thee
Wife. Most true, forsooth:
And many time and oft my selfe haue heard a Voyce,
To call him so
Card. What, art thou lame?
Simpc. I, God Almightie helpe me
Suff. How cam'st thou so?
Simpc. A fall off of a Tree
Wife. A Plum-tree, Master
Glost. How long hast thou beene blinde?
Simpc. O borne so, Master
Glost. What, and would'st climbe a Tree?
Simpc. But that in all my life, when I was a youth
Wife. Too true, and bought his climbing very deare
Glost. 'Masse, thou lou'dst Plummes well, that would'st
venture so
Simpc. Alas, good Master, my Wife desired some
Damsons, and made me climbe, with danger of my
Life