_Suffolke._ No maruell if it please your Maiestie My Lord Protectors Hawke done towre so well, [dae009] He knowes his maister loues to be aloft. [dae010] _Humphrey._ Faith my Lord, it is but a base minde [dae011] That can sore no higher than a Falkons pitch. [dae012] _Card._ I thought your grace would be aboue the cloudes. _Humph._ I my Lord Cardinall, were it not good [dae014] Your grace could fllie to heauen. [dae015] _Card._ Thy heauen is on earth, thy words and thoughts beat on a Crowne, proude Protector dangerous Peere, to smooth it thus with King and common-wealth. [dae018] _Humphrey._ How now my Lord, why this is more then needs, Church-men so hote. Good vnckle can you doate. [dae020] _Suffolke._ Why not Hauing so good a quarrell & so bad a cause. [dae021] _Humphrey._ As how, my Lord? _Suffolke._ As you, my Lord. And it like your Lordly [dae023] Lords Protectorship. _Humphrey._ Why Suffolke, England knowes thy insolence. ·dae025· _Queene._ And thy ambition Gloster. _King._ Cease gentle Queene, and whet not on these furious Lordes to wrath, for blessed are the peace-makers on earth. _Card._ Let me be blessed for the peace I make, ·dae030· Against this proud Protector with my sword. _Humphrey._ Faith holy vnckle, I would it were come to that. _Cardinall._ Euen when thou darest. [dae033] _Humphrey._ Dare. I tell rhee Priest, Plantagenets could neuer [dae034] brooke the dare. ·dae035· _Card._ _I_ am Plantaganet as well as thou, and sonne to Iohn of [dae036] Gaunt. _Humph._ In Bastardie. _Cardin._ I scorne thy words. _Humph._ Make vp no factious numbers, but euen in thine own person meete me at the East end of the groue. _Card._ Heres my hand, I will. [dae042] _King._ Why how now Lords? _Card._ Faith Cousin Gloster, had not your man cast off so soone, we had had more sport to day, Come with thy swoord ·dae045· and buckler. _Humphrey._ Faith Priest, Ile shaue your Crowne. [dae047] _Cardinall._ Protector, protect thy selfe well. _King._ The wind growes high, so doth your chollour Lords. [dae049] Enter one crying, A miracle, a miracle. How now, now sirrha, what miracle is it? [dae050] _One._ And it please your grace, there is a man that came blinde to S. Albones, and hath receiued his sight at his shrine. [dae052] _King._ Goe fetch him hither, that wee may glorifie the Lord [dae053] with him. Enter the Maior of Saint Albones and his brethren with Musicke, bearing the man that had bene blind, betweene two in a chaire. _King._ Thou happie man, giue God eternall praise, ·dae055· For he it is, that thus hath helped thee. _Humphrey._ Where wast thou borne? [dae057] _Poore man._ At _Barwicke_ sir, in the North. [dae058] _Humph._ At _Barwicke_, and come thus far for helpe. [dae059]