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bare we some strange Indian with the great tool come to court, the women so besiege us ! Bless me, what a fry of fornication is at door! on my Christian conscience, this ove christening will heyet a thouband; here will be father, godfather, and all together.

Man. The spoons will be the bigger, gir. There is a fellow somewhat near the door, he should be a brazier by his face, for, o'my conscience, twenty of the dog-days now reign in's nose; all that stand about him are under the line, they need no other penance : That fire-drake did I hit three times on the head, and three tiines was his nose discharged against me; he stands there, like a mortar-piece, to blow us. There was a haberdasher's wife of small wit near him, that railed upon me till her pink'd porringer fell off her head, for kindling such a combustion in the state. I miss'd the meteor once, and hit that woman, who cried out, clubs / when I might see from far some forty truncheoneers draw to her succour, which were the hope of the Strand, where she was quartered. They fell on; I made good my place; at length they came to the broomstaff with me, I defied them still; when suddenly a file of boys behind them, loose shot, delivered such a shower of pebbles, that I was fain to draw mine honour in, and let them win the work: The devil was amongst them, I think, surely.

Port. These are the youths that thunder at a play-house, and fight for bitten apples; that no audience but the Tribulation of Tower-hill, or the limbs of Limehouse, their dear brothers, are able to endure. I have some of them in Limbo Patrum, and there they are like to dance these three days; besides the running banquet of two beadles, that is to come.

Enter the Lord Chamberlain, Cham. Mercy o'me, what a multitude are here ! They grow still too, from all parts they are coming, As if we kept a fair here! Where are these porters, These lazy knayes -Ye have made a fine hand,

fellows. There's a trim rabble let in: Are all these Your faithful friends o'the suburbs? We shall have Great sto of room, no oubt, left for the ladies, When they pass back from the christening.

(Exeunt.

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KING HENRY VIIY. Act 5.
Port.

An't please your honour
We are but men; and what so many may do,
Not being torn a pieces, we have done :
An army cannot rule them.
Cham

As I live,
If the king blame me for't, I'll lay ye all

By the heels, and suddenly; and on your heads
Clap round fines, for neglect: You are lazy knaves;
And here ye lie baiting of bumbards, when

Ye should do service. Hark, the trumpets sound;
They are come already from the christening:
Go,

break among the press, and find a way out
To let the troop pass fairly; or I'll find
A Marshalsea, shall hold you play these two

months.
Port. Make way there for the princess.

Man. You great fellow, stand close up, or 11 make your head ake.

Pori. You i'the camblet, get up o'the rail; I'N pick you o'er the pales else.

SCENE IV.

The Palace.
Enter Trumpets, sounding; then two Aldermen,
Lord Mayor, Garter, CRÅNMER, Duke of NOR-
FOLK,

with his marshal's staff, Duke of SUF-
FOLK, two Noblemen bearing great standing.
bowls for the christening gifts; then four Noble-
men bearing a canopy, under which the Duchess
of NORFOLK,

godmother, bearing the child richy habited in a mantle, sc. Train borne

by a Lady: then follows the Marchioness of DORSET, the other godmother, and Ladies. The troop pass once about the stage, and Garter speaks.

Gart. Heaven, from thy endless goodness, send prosperous life, long, and ever happy, to the high and mighty princess of England, Elizabeth!

Flourish. Enter King and Train.
Cran. [Kneeling.) And to your royal grace, and
My noble partners, and myself, thus pray;--
All comfort,

joy, in this most gracious lady, Hedven ever laid up to make parents happy,

4. Hen. Thank you, good lord archbishop:

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What is ber name?
Cren.

Elizabeth.
K. Hen.

Stand

(The King kisses the Child.
With this kiss take my blessing:

God protect thee!
Into whose hands I give thy life.
Cran.

Amen.
K. Hen. My noble gossips, ye have been too
I thank ye heartily; so shall this lady,
When she has so much English.
Crer.

Let me speak, sis
For Heaven now bids me; and the words I utter
Let none think flattery, for they'll find then truth,
This royal infant, (heaven still move about her!)
'Though in her cradle, yet now promises
Upon this land a thousand thousand blessings,
Which time shall bring to ripeness: She shall be
(But few now living can behold that goodness)
A pattern to all princes living with her,
And all that shall succeed : Sheba was never
More covetous of wisdom, and fair virtue,
Than this pure soul shall be : all princely graces,
That mould up such a mighty piece as this is,
With all the virtues that attend the good,
Shall still be doubled on her: truth shall nurse her,
Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her:
She shall be lova, and fear'd: Her own shall

bless her:
Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn,
Aud hang their heads with sorrow : Good grows

with her:
In her days, every man shall eat in safety
Under his own vine, what he plants; and sing
The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours :
God shall be truly known; and those about her
From her shall read the perfect ways of honour.

And by those claim their greatness, not by blood.
Nor shall this peace sleep with her: But as when
The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phoenix,
Her ashes new create another heir,
As great in admiration as herself
So shall she leave her blessedness to one,
(When heaven shall call her from this cloud of
Who, irom the sacred ashes of her honour,
Shall star-Wise rise, as great in fame as she was,

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What is her name?
Cran.

Elizabeth,
K. Hen.

Stand up, lord.

[The King kisses the Child.
With this kiss take my blessing : God protect thee!
Into whose hands I give thy life.
Cran.

Amen.
K. Hen. My doble gossips, ye have been too

prodigal:
I thank ye heartily; so shall this lady,
When she has so much English.
Cran.

Let me speak, sir,
For Heaven now bids me; and the words I utter
Let none think flattery, for they'll find them truth.
This royal infant, (heaven still move about her!)
Though' in her cradle, yet now prornises
Upon this land a thousand thousand blessings,
Which time shall bring to ripeness : She shall be
(But few now living can behold that goodness)
A pattern to all princes living with her,
And all that shall succeed : Sheba was never
More covetous of wisdom, and fair virtue,
Than this pure soul shall be: all princely, graces,
That mould up such a mighty piece as this is,
With all the virtues that attend the good,
Shall still be doubled on her : truth shall nurse her,
Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her:
She shall be lowa, and fear'd: Her own shall

bless her:
Ner foes shake like a field of beaten corn,
And hang their heads with sorrow: Good grows

with her:
In her days, every man shall eat in safety
Under his own vine, what he plants; and sing
The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours :
God shall be truly known; and those about her
From her shall read the perfect ways of honour.
And by those claim their greatness, not by blood.
Nor shall this peace sleep with her: But as when
The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phænix,
Her ashes new create another heir,
As great in admiration as herself ;
So shall she leave her blessedness to one,
(When heaven shall call her from this cloud of

darkness,)
Who, from the sacred ashes of her honour,
Shall star-like rise, as great in fame as she was,

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For this play at this time, is only in
The merciful construction of good women;
For such a one we show'd them; If they smile,
And say, 'twill do, I know, within a while
All the best men are ours; for 'tis ill hap,
If they hold, when their ladies bid them clap.

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And so stand fix'd: Peace, plenty, love, truth,
That were the servants to this chosen infant,
Shall then be his, and like a vine grow to him;
Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine,
His honour and the greatness of his name
Shall be, and make new nations: He shall flourish,
And, like a mountain cedar, reach his branches
To all the plains about him Our children's

children
Shall see this, and bless heaven.
K. Hen.

Thou speakest wonders.
Cran. She shall be, to the happiness of England,
An aged princess; many days shall see her,
And yet no day without a deed to crown it.
'Would I had known no more! but she must die,
She must, the saints must have her; yet a virgin,
A most unspotted lily shall she pass
To the ground, and all the world shall mourn her.

8. Hen. O lord archbishop,
Thou hast made me now a man ; never, before
This happy child, did I get any thing:
This oracle of comfort has so pleas'd me,
That, when I am in heaven, I shall desire
To see what this child does, and praise my Maker.
I thank ye all, -To you, my good lord mayor,
And your good brethren, I am much beholden;
I have receiv'd much honour by your presence,
And ye shall find me thankful. Lead the way,
Ye must all see the queen, and she must thank ye,
She will be sick else. This

day, no man think
He has business at his house ; for all shall stay
This little one shall make it holiday.

lords:

(Exeunt.

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