Enter a Beadle with whips.
Glou. Well, sir, we must have you find your legs. 145 Sirrah beadle, whip him till he leap over that same stool.
Bead. I will, my lord. Come on, sirrah; off with your doublet quickly.
Simp. Alas, master, what shall I do? I am not able to stand. [After the Beadle hath hit him once, he leaps over the stool and runs away; and they follow and cry, ‘A miracle!’
[150] King. O God, seest Thou this, and bearest so long?
Queen. It made me laugh to see the villain run.
[♦] Glou. Follow the knave; and take this drab away.
[♦] Wife. Alas, sir, we did it for pure need.
[♦] Glou. Let them be whipped through every market-town, [155] till they come to Berwick, from whence they came. [Exeunt Wife, Beadle, Mayor, &c.
[♦] Car. Duke Humphrey has done a miracle to-day.