Enter the Mayor of Saint Alban’s and his brethren, bearing SIMPCOX, between two in a chair, SIMPCOX’S Wife following.
[♦] Car. Here comes the townsmen on procession,
[♦] To present your highness with the man.
70 King. Great is his comfort in this earthly vale,
[♦] Although by his sight his sin be multiplied.
Glou. Stand by, my masters: bring him near the king;
His highness’ pleasure is to talk with him.
King. Good fellow, tell us here the circumstance,
75 That we for thee may glorify the Lord.
What, hast thou been long blind and now restored?