SIMPCOX.
Born blind, an ’t please your grace.
WIFE.
Ay, indeed, was he.
SUFFOLK.
What woman is this?
WIFE.
His wife, an ’t like your worship.
GLOUCESTER.
Hadst thou been his mother, thou couldst have better told.
KING HENRY.
Where wert thou born?
SIMPCOX.
At Berwick in the north, an ’t like your grace.
KING HENRY.
Poor soul, God’s goodness hath been great to thee.
Let never day nor night unhallowed pass,
But still remember what the Lord hath done.
QUEEN MARGARET.
Tell me, good fellow, cam’st thou here by chance,
Or of devotion, to this holy shrine?
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.”