King. Now God be prays'd, that to beleeuing Soules
Giues Light in Darknesse, Comfort in Despaire.
Enter the Maior of Saint Albones, and his Brethren, bearing the
man
betweene two in a Chayre.

Card. Here comes the Townes-men, on Procession,
To present your Highnesse with the man

King. Great is his comfort in this Earthly Vale,
Although by his sight his sinne be multiplyed

Glost. Stand by, my Masters, bring him neere the King,
His Highnesse pleasure is to talke with him

King. Good-fellow, tell vs here the circumstance,
That we for thee may glorifie the Lord.
What, hast thou beene long blinde, and now restor'd?
Simpc. Borne blinde, and't please your Grace

Wife. I indeede was he

Suff. What Woman is this?
Wife. His Wife, and't like your Worship

Glost. Hadst thou been his Mother, thou could'st haue
better told

King. Where wert thou borne?