Suf. True; made the lame to leap and fly away.
Glou. But you have done more miracles than I;
[♦] You made in a day, my lord, whole towns to fly.
Enter BUCKINGHAM.
[160] King. What tidings with our cousin Buckingham?
Buck. Such as my heart doth tremble to unfold.
A sort of naughty persons, lewdly bent,
Under the countenance and confederacy
Of Lady Eleanor, the protector’s wife,
165 The ringleader and head of all this rout,