_Suf._ Why, as you, my lord,   [bba029] An’t like your lordly lord-protectorship.   [bba030] _Glou._ Why, Suffolk, England knows thine insolence. _Queen._ And thy ambition, Gloucester. _King._ I prithee, peace, good queen,   [bba033] And whet not on these furious peers;   [bba034] For blessed are the peacemakers on earth.   ·bba035· _Car._ Let me be blessed for the peace I make, Against this proud protector, with my sword! _Glou._ [_Aside to Car._] Faith, holy uncle, would ’twere come to that!   [bba038] _Car._ [_Aside to Glou._] Marry, when thou darest. _Glou._ [_Aside to Car._] Make up no factious numbers for the matter;   [bba040] In thine own person answer thy abuse. _Car._ [_Aside to Glou._] Ay, where thou darest not peep: an if thou darest,   [bba042] This evening, on the east side of the grove. _King._ How now, my lords! _Car._ Believe me, cousin Gloucester, Had not your man put up the fowl so suddenly,   ·bba045· We had had more sport. [_Aside to Glou._] Come with thy two-hand sword.   [bba046] _Glou._ True, uncle.   [bba047] _Car._ [_Aside to Glou._] Are ye advised? the east side of the grove?   [bba048] _Glou._ [_Aside to Car._] Cardinal, I am with you. _King._ Why, how now, uncle Gloucester! _Glou._ Talking of hawking; nothing else, my lord.   ·bba050· [_Aside to Car._] Now, by God’s mother, priest, I’ll shave your crown for this.   [bba051] Or all my fence shall fail. _Car._ [_Aside to Glou._] Medice, teipsum--   [bba053] Protector, see to’t well, protect yourself. _King._ The winds grow high; so do your stomachs, lords.   [bba055] How irksome is this music to my heart! When such strings jar, what hope of harmony? I pray, my lords, let me compound this strife. _Enter a_ Townsman _of Saint Alban’s crying_ ‘A miracle!’ _Glou._ What means this noise?   [bba059] Fellow, what miracle dost thou proclaim?   ·bba060· _Towns._ A miracle! a miracle!   [bba061] _Suf._ Come to the king and tell him what miracle.   [bba062] _Towns._ 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.   ·bba065· _King._ Now, God be praised, that to believing souls Gives light in darkness, comfort in despair!   [bba067] _Enter the_ Mayor _of Saint Alban’s and his brethren, bearing_ SIMPCOX, _between two in a chair_, SIMPCOX’S Wife _following_. _Car._ Here comes the townsmen on procession,   [bba068] To present your highness with the man.   [bba069] _King._ Great is his comfort in this earthly vale,   ·bba070· Although by his sight his sin be multiplied.   [bba071] _Glou._ Stand by, my masters: bring him near the king; His highness’ pleasure is to talk with him.