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Ye should do service. Hark, the trumpets sound; | Than this pure soul shall be: all princely graces,
They are come already from the christening : That mould up such a mighty piece as this is,
Go, break among the press, and find a way out With all the virtues that attend the good,
To let the troop pass fairly; or I'll find

Shall still be doubled on her : truth shall nurse her,
A Marshalsea, shall hold you play these two months. Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her:
Port. Make way there for the princess.

She shall be lov'd, and fear'd: Her own shall bless Mun. You great fellow, stand close up, or I'll make your head ache.

Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, Port. You i' the camblet, get up o' the rail ; I'll And hang their heads with sorrow: Good grows pick' you o'er the pales else.


with her:

In her days, every man shall eat in safety
SCENE IV. - The Palace. ?

Under his own vine, what he plants; and sing Enter Trumpets, sounding; then two Aldermen, The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours.

Lord Mayor, Garter, CRANMER, DUKE oF Nor-God shall be truly known; and those about her FOLK, with his Marhal's Staff, Duke of SUFFOLK, From her shall read the perfect ways of honour, two Noblemen bearing great standing Bowls for And by those claim their greatness, not by blood. the Christening Gifts; then four Noblemen, bear- | (Nor 3 shall this peace sleep with her: But as when ing a Canopy, under which the Duchess or Nor- The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phænix, FOLK, God mother, bearing the Child richly habited in Her ashes new create another heir, a Mantle, &c. Train borne by a Lady; then follows As great in admiration as herself; the MARCHIONESS OF Dorset, the other Godmother, So shall she leave her blessedness to one, and Ladies. The Troop pass once about the Stage, (When heaven shall call her from this cloud of and Garter speaks.

darkness,) Gart. Heaven, from thy endless goodness, send Who, from the sacred ashes of her honour, prosperous life, long, and ever happy, to the high Shall star-like rise, as great in fame as she was, and mighty princess of England, Elizabeth. And so stand fix'd: Peace, plenty, love, truth, terror,

That were the servants to this chosen infant,
Flourish. Enter King, and Train.

Shall then be his, and like a vine grow to him; Cran. (Kneeling.) And to your royal grace, and Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine, the good queen,

His honour and the greatness of his name My noble partners, and myself, thus pray: - Shall be, and make new nations : He shall flourish, All comfort, joy, in this most gracious lady, And, like a mountain cedar, reach his branches Heaven ever laid up to make parents happy, To all the plains about him: - Our children's May hourly fall upon ye!

children K. Hen. Thank you, good lord archbishop; Shall see this, and bless heaven. What is her name?

K. Hen.

Thou speakest wonders.] Cran. Elizabeth.

Cran. She shall be, to the happiness of England, K. Hen.

Stand up, lord. An aged princess; many days shall see her,

[The King kisses the Child. And yet no day without a deed to crown it. With this kiss take my blessing: God protect thee! 'Would I had known no more! but she must die, Into whose hands I give thy life.

She must, the saints must have her; yet a virgin, Cran.


A most unspotted lily shall she pass Ki Hen. My noble gossips, ye have been too To the ground, and all the world shall mourn her. prodigal :

K. Hen. O lord archbishop, I thank ye heartily; so shall this lady,

Thou hast made me now a man ; never, before When she has so much English.

This happy child, did I get any thing: Cran.

Let me speak, sir, This oracle of comfort has so pleas'd me, For heaven now bids me; and the words I utter That, when I am in heaven, I shall desire Let none think flattery, for they'll find them truth. To see what this child does, and praise my Maker. This royal infant, (Heaven still move about her!) I thank ye all : • To you, my good lord mayor, Though in her cradle, yet now promises

And your good brethren, I am much beholden; Upon this land a thousand thousand blessings, I have received much honour by your presence, Which time shall bring to ripeness : She shall be And ye shall find me thankful. Lead the way, lords; (But few now living can behold that goodness,) Ye must all see the queen, and she must thank ye, A pattern to all princes living with her,

She will be sick else. This day, no man think And all that shall succeed : Sheba was never He has business at his house; for all shall stay: More covetous of wisdom, and fair virtue,

This little one shall make it holiday. (Exeunt.



'Tis ten to one, this play can never please

For this play at this time, is only in All that are here : Some come to take their ease, The merciful construction of good women; And sleep an act or two; but those, we fear, For such a one we show'd them ; If they smile, We have frighted with our trumpets; so, 'tis clear, And say, 'twill do, I know, within a while They'll say, 'tis naught: others, to hear the city All the best men are ours; for, 'tis ill bap, Abus'd extremely, and to cry, -- that's witty! If they bold, when their ladies bid then clap. Which we have not done neither: that, I fear,

3 This and the following seventeen lines were probably All the expected good we are like to hear

written by B. Jonson, after the accession of king James, I Pitch

2 At Groorwich.



Priam, King of Troy.

NESTOR, Hector,

DIOMEDES, Grecian Commanders. TROILUS,

PatrocLUS, Paris, his Sons.

THERSITES, a deformed and scurrilous Grecian. DEIPHOBUS,

ALEXANDER, Servant to Cressida. HELENUS,

Servant to Troilus; Servant to Paris; Servant to ÆNEAS,

Trojan Commanders.
Calchas, a Trojan Priest, taking part with the Greeks. Helex, Wife to Menelaus.
PANDARUS, Uncle to Cressida.

ANDROMACHE, Wife to Hector.
AGAMEMNON, the Grecian General.

CASSANDRA, Daughter to Priam, a Propheless. MENELAUS, his Brother.

CRESSIDA, Daughter to Calchas.
AJAX, Grecian Commanders.

Trojan and Greek Soldiers, and Attendants. ULYSSES,

SCENE, Troy, and the Grecian Camp before it.


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In Troy there lies the scene. From isles of Greece | And Antenorides, with niassy staples,
The princes orgulous ', their high blood chaf'd, And corresponsive and fulfilling bolts,
Have to the port of Athens sent their ships, Speer 4 up the sons of Troy.
Fraught with the ministers and instruments Now, expectation, tickling skittish spirits,
Of cruel war: Sixty, and nine, that wore

On one and other side, Trojan and Greek Their crownets regal, from the Athenian bay Sets all on hazard : And hither am I come Put forth toward Phrygia : and their vow is made, A prologue arm'd. — but not in confidence To ransack Troy; within whose strong immures Of author's pen, or actor's voice ; but suited The ravish'd Helen, Menelaus' queen,

In like conditions as our argument,
With wanton Paris sleeps ; and that's the quarrel. To tell you, fair beholders, that our play
To Tenedos they come;

Leaps o'er the vaunt 5 and firstlings of those broils,
And the deep-drawing barks do there disgorge 'Ginning in the middle; starting thence away
Their warlike fraughtage?: Now on Dardan plains To what may be digested in a play.
The fresh and yet unbruised Greeks do pitch Like, or find fault; do as your pleasures are ;
Their brave pavilions : Priam's six-gated city, Now good, or bad, 'tis but the chance of war.
Dardan, and Tymbria, Ilias, Chetas, Trojan,



SCENE I. - Troy. Before Priam's Palace.

Enter Troilus armed, and PANDARUS.
Tro. Call here my varlet 3, I'll unarm again :
Why should I war without the walls of Troy,
I Proud, disdainful

That find such cruel battle here within ?
Each Trojan, that is master of his heart,
Let him to field; Troilus, alas ! hath none.

Pan. Will this geer 6 ne'er be mended ?
Tro. The Greeks are strong, and skilful to their

2 Freight

3 Servant.

strength, 4 Shut. • Avaunt, what went before. Habit.

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Fierce to their skill, and to their fierceness valiant; Pan. Because she is kin to me, therefore, she's But I am weaker than a woman's tear,

not so fair as Helen : an she were not kin to me, Tamer than sleep, fonder 7 than ignorance ; she would be as fair on Friday, as Helen is on SunAnd skill-less as unpractis'd infancy.

day. But what care I? I care not, an she were a Pan. Well, I have told you enough of this : for black-a-moor ; 'tis all one to me. my part, I'll not meddle nor make no further. He, Tro. Say I, she is not fair ? that will have a cake out of the wheat, must tarry Pan. I do not care whether you do or no. She's the grinding

a fool to stay behind her father ; let her to the Tro. Have I not tarried ?

Greeks; and so I'll tell her the next time I see her: Pan. Ay, the grinding; but you must tarry the For my part, I'll meddle nor make no more in the bolting.

matter. Tro. Have I not tarried?

Tro. Pandarus, Pan. Ay, the bolting ; but you must tarry the Pan. Not I. leavening.

Tro. Sweet Pandarus, – Tro. Still have I tarried.

Pan. Pray you, speak no more to me; I will Pan. Ay, to the leavening; but here's yet in the leave all as I found it, and there an end. word hereafter, the kneading, the making of the

[Erit PANDARUS. An Alarum. cake, the heating of the oven, and the baking; nay, Tro. Peace, you ungracious clamours ! peace, you must stay the cooling too, or you may chance to

rude sounds! burn your lips.

Fools on both sides ! Helen must needs be fair, Tro. Patience herself, what goddess e'er she be, When with your blood you daily paint her thus. Doth lesser blench R at sufferance than I do.

I cannot fight upon this argument; At Priam's royal table do I sit ;

It is too starv'd a subject for my sword. And when fair Cressid comes into my thoughts, - But, Pandarus O gods, how do you plague me! So, traitor! - when she comes ! When is she I cannot come to Cressid, but by Pandar; thence?

And he's as tetchy to be woo'd to woo, Pan. Well, she look'd yesternight fairer than ever As she is stubborn-chaste against all suit. I saw her look, or any woman else.

Tell me, Apollo, for thy Daphne's love, Tro. I was about to tell thee, - When my heart, What Cressid is, what Pandar, and what we? As wedged with a sigh, would rive 9 in twain; Her bed is India ; there she lies, a pearl : Lest Hector or my father should perceive me, Between our Ilium, and where she resides, I have (as when the sun doth light a storm,) Let it be call'd the wild and wandering flood ; Bury'd this sigh in wrinkle of a smile:

Ourself, the merchant; and this sailing Pandar, But sorrow, that is couch'd in seeming gladness, Our doubtful hope, our convoy, and our bark. Is like that mirth fate turns to sudden sadness. Pan. An her hair were not somewhat darker than

Alarum. Enter ÆNEAS. Helen's, (well, go to,) there were no more com

Æne. How now, prince Troilus? wherefore not parison between the women,

But, for my part,

a-field ? she is my kinswoman; I would not, as they term it,

Tro. Because not there : This woman's answer praise her, - But I would somebody had heard her

sorts', talk yesterday, as I did. I will not dispraise your For womanish it is to be from thence. sister Cassandra's wit; but Tro. O Pandarus! I tell thee, Pandarus,

What news, Æneas, from the field to-day?

Æne. That Paris is returned home, and hurt. When I do tell thee, there my hopes lie drown'd,

Tro. By whom ? Reply not in how many fathoms deep


By Menelaus. They lie indrench'd. I tell thee, I am mad


Let him bleed. In Cressid's love: Thou answer'st, She is fair;

(Alarum. Pour'st in the open ulcer of my heart

Æne. Hark! what good sport is out of town toHer eyes, her hair, her cheek, her gait, her voice;

day! Handlest in thy discourse, O, that her hand,

Tro. Better at home, if would I might, were may.In whose comparison all whites are ink,

1 Are you bound thither? Writing their own reproach ; to whose soft seizure But, to the sport abroad ;

Æne. In all swift baste. The cygnet's down is harsh, and spirit of sense


Come, go we then together. Hardas the palm of ploughman! This thou tellst me,

[Ereunt. As true thou tell'st me, when I say,

I love her ;
But, saying thus, instead of oil and balm,

SCENE II. – A Street.
Thou lay'st in every gash that love hath given me
The knife that made it.

Enter Cressida and ALEXANDER.
Pan. I speak no more than truth.
Tro. Thou dost not speak so much.

Cres. Who were those went by ?
Pan. 'Faith, I'll not meddle in't. Let her be as Aler.

Queen Hecuba, and Helen. she is : if she be fair, 'tis the better for her ; an she

Cres. And whither go they ? be not, she has the mends in her own hands.


Up to the eastern tower, Tro. Good Pandarus! how now, Pandarus?

Whose height commands as subject all the vale, Pan. I have had my labour for my travel ; ill. To see the battle. Hector, whose patience thought on of her, and ill-thought on of you : gone Is, as a virtue, fix'd, to-day was mov'd: between and between, but small thanks for my labour. He chid Andromache, and struck his armourer ; Tro. What, art thou angry, Pandarus? what, with And, like as there were husbandry in war, me?

Before the sun rose, he was harness'd light,
7 Weaker.
& Shrink.


9 Split.

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