The Second Part of King Henry the Sixth. Уильям Шекспир

        KING HENRY. Where wert thou born?

        SIMPCOX. At Berwick in the north, an't like your Grace.

        KING HENRY. Poor soul, God's goodness hath been great to thee.

          Let never day nor night unhallowed pass,

          But still remember what the Lord hath done.

        QUEEN. Tell me, good fellow, cam'st thou here by chance,

          Or of devotion, to this holy shrine?

        SIMPCOX. God knows, of pure devotion; being call'd

          A hundred times and oft'ner, in my sleep,

          By good Saint Alban, who said 'Simpcox, come,

          Come, offer at my shrine, and I will help thee.'

        WIFE. Most true, forsooth; and many time and oft

          Myself have heard a voice to call him so.

        CARDINAL. What, art thou lame?

        SIMPCOX. Ay, God Almighty help me!

        SUFFOLK. How cam'st thou so?

        SIMPCOX. A fall off of a tree.