Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. I pray my Lords let me compound this strife.
King. Enter one crying a Miracle.
Glost. Glost.
Glost. What meanes this noyse?
Glost. Fellow, what Miracle do'st thou proclayme?
One. One.
One. A Miracle, a Miracle.
Suffolke. Suffolke.
Suffolke. Come to the King, and tell him what Mi
Suffolke. racle.
One. Forsooth, a blinde man at Saint Albones Shrine,
One. Within this halfe houre hath receiu'd his sight,
One. A man that ne're saw in his life before.
King. King.
King. Now God be prays'd, that to beleeuing Soules
King. Giues Light in Darknesse, Comfort in Despaire.
King. Enter the Maior of Saint Albones, and his Brethren,
King. bearing the man betweene two in a Chayre.
Card. Card.