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KING HENRY
Poor soul, God’s goodness hath been great to thee;
Let never day nor night unhallowed pass, [85]
But still remember what the Lord hath done.
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 oft’ner in my sleep [90]
By good Saint Alban, who said, ‘Simon, come;
Come offer at my shrine, and I will help thee’.
WIFE
Most true, forsooth; and many time and oft
Myself have heard a voice to call him so.
WINCHEST ER
What, art thou lame? [95]
SIMPCOX
Ay, God Almighty help me!
SUFFOLK
How cam’st thou so?
SIMPCOX
A fall off of a tree.
WIFE
A plum-tree, master.
GLOUCEST ER
How long hast thou been blind? [100]
SIMPCOX
O, born so, master.
