_King._ Good fellow, tell us here the circumstance, That we for thee may glorify the Lord.   ·bba075· What, hast thou been long blind and now restored? _Simp._ Born blind, an’t please your grace.   [bba077] _Wife._ Ay, indeed, was he. _Suf._ What woman is this? _Wife._ His wife, an’t like your worship.   ·bba080· _Glou._ Hadst thou been his mother, thou couldst have better told. [bba081] _King._ Where wert thou born? _Simp._ At Berwick in the north, an’t like your grace.   [bba083] _King._ Poor soul, God’s goodness hath been great to thee:   [bba084] Let never day nor night unhallow’d pass,   [bba085] But still remember what the Lord hath done. _Queen._ Tell me, good fellow, camest thou here by chance, Or of devotion, to this holy shrine? _Simp._ God knows, of pure devotion; being call’d A hundred times and oftener, in my sleep,   ·bba090· By good Saint Alban; who said, ‘Simpcox, come,   [bba091] Come, offer at my shrine, and I will help thee.’   [bba092] _Wife._ Most true, forsooth; and many time and oft   [bba093] Myself have heard a voice to call him so. _Car._ What, art thou lame? _Simp._ Ay, God Almighty help me!   ·bba095· _Suf._ How earnest thou so? _Simp._ A fall off of a tree.   [bba096] _Wife._ A plum-tree, master. _Glou._ How long hast thou been blind? _Simp._ O, born so, master. _Glou._ What, and wouldst climb a tree? _Simp._ But that in all my life, when I was a youth.   [bba099] _Wife._ Too true; and bought his climbing very dear.   ·bba100· _Glou._ Mass, thou lovedst plums well, that wouldst venture so. _Simp._ Alas, good master, my wife desired some damsons,   [bba102] And made me climb, with danger of my life. _Glou._ A subtle knave! but yet it shall not serve. Let me see thine eyes: wink now: now open them:   [bba105] In my opinion yet thou see’st not well. _Simp._ Yes, master, clear as day, I thank God and   [bba107] Saint Alban.   [bba108] _Glou._ Say’st thou me so? What colour is this cloak of? _Simp._ Red, master; red as blood.   ·bba110· _Glou._ Why, that’s well said. What colour is my gown of? _Simp._ Black, forsooth: coal-black as jet. _King._ Why, then, thou know’st what colour jet is of? _Suf._ And yet, I think, jet did he never see.   [bba114] _Glou._ But cloaks and gowns, before this day, a many.   ·bba115· _Wife._ Never, before this day, in all his life. _Glou._ Tell me, sirrah, what’s my name? _Simp._ Alas, master, I know not. _Glou._ What’s his name? _Simp._ I know not.   ·bba120· _Glou._ Nor his? _Simp._ No, indeed, master. _Glou._ What’s thine own name? _Simp._ Saunder Simpcox, an if it please you, master.   [bba124]