866.1630Poore man. No truly sir.

866.2631Humphrey Nor his name?

867632Poore man No indeed maister.

868633Humphrey Whats thine owne name?

869634Poore man. Sander, and it please you maister.

870635Humphrey. Then Sander sit there, the lyingest knaue in Chri-

872636stendom. If thou hadst bene born blind, thou mightest as well haue

873637knowne all our names, as thus to name the seuerall colours we doo

875638weare. Sight may distinguish of colours, but sodeinly to nominate

878639them all, it is impossible. My Lords, saint Albones here hath done a

879640Miracle, and would you not thinke his cunning to be great, that

880641could restore this Cripple to his legs againe.

881642Poore man. Oh maister I would you could.

882643Humphrey. My Maisters of saint Albones,

883644Haue you not Beadles in your Towne,

884645And things called whippes?

885646Mayor. Yes my Lord, if it please your grace.

886647Humph. Then send for one presently.

887648Mayor. Sirrha, go fetch the Beadle hither straight.

889650Humph. Now fetch me a stoole hither by and by.

890651Now sirrha, If you meane to saue your selfe from whipping,

891652Leape me ouer this stoole and runne away.

892654Poore man. Alasse maister I am not able to stand alone,

893655You go about to torture me in vaine.

895656Humph. Well sir, we must haue you finde your legges.

896657Sirrha Beadle, whip him till he leape ouer that same stoole.

898658Beadle. I will my Lord, come on sirrha, off with your doublet

899659quickly.

900660Poore man. Alas maister what shall I do, I am not able to stand.

909664Hump. A miracle, a miracle, let him be taken againe, & whipt

910665through euery Market Towne til he comes at Barwicke where he

910.1666was borne.

911667Mayor. It shall be done my Lord. Exet Mayor.

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