Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Simpc. Alas Master, what shall I doe? I am not able to
Simpc. stand.
Simpc. After the Beadle hath hit him once, he leapes ouer
Simpc. the Stoole, and runnes away: and they
Simpc. follow, and cry, A Miracle.
King. King.
King. O God, seest thou this, and bearest so long?
Queene. Queene.
Queene. It made me laugh, to see the Villaine runne.
Glost. Glost.
Glost. Follow the Knaue, and take this Drab away.
Wife. Wife.
Wife. Alas Sir, we did it for pure need.
Glost. Let thē them be whipt through euery Market Towne,
Glost. Till they come to Barwick, from whence they came.
Glost. Exit.
Card. Card.
Card. Duke Humfrey ha's done a Miracle to day.
Suff. Suff.