Page 513 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1

GLOUCEST ER

Talking of hawking; nothing else, my lord. [50]
[Aside to Winchester] Now by God’s mother, priest, I’ll shave your

crown for this,
Or all my fence shall fail.

WINCHEST ER

[aside to Gloucester]
Medice, teipsum. -

Protector see to’t well, protect yourself.

KING HENRY

The winds grow high; so do your stomachs, lords -
How irksome is this music to my heart! [55]
When such strings jar, what hope of harmony?
I pray, my lords, let me compound this strife.

Enter [a Citizen] crying ‘A miracle!’.

GLOUCEST ER

What means this noise?
Fellow, what miracle dost thou proclaim?

CIT IZEN

A miracle! A miracle! [60]

SUFFOLK

Come to the king and tell him what miracle.

CIT IZEN

Forsooth, a blind man at Saint Alban’s shrine
Within this half hour hath received his sight:
A man that ne’er saw in his life before.

KING HENRY

Now God be praised, that to believing souls [65]
Gives light in darkness, comfort in despair.

Enter the Mayor of Saint Albans, and his Brethren [with music], bearing
the man [Simpcox] between two in a chair; [his Wife and Townspeople