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To have this young one made a Christian.
As I have made ye one, lords, one remain;
So I grow stronger, you more honour gain.

[Ereunt.

SCENE III. The Palace Yard. Noise and Tumult within. Enter Porter and his

Man. Port. You'll leave

your

noise anon, ye rascals: Do you take the court for Paris-garden 1? ye rude slaves, leave your gaping”.

[Within.] Good master porter, I belong to the larder.

Port. Belong to the gallows, and be hanged, you rogue: Is this a place to roar in ?-Fetch me a dozen crab-tree staves, and strong ones; these

1 This celebrated bear garden, on the Bankside, was so called from Robert de Paris, who had a house and garden there in the time of King Richard II. Rot. Claus. 16 R. II. dors. ii. Blount's Glossography. So in Sir W.D'Avenant's News from Plimouth:

do you take this mansion for Pict-Hatch? You would be suitors : yes, to a she-deer,

And keep your marriages in Paris-garden?' Again in Ben Jonson's Execration on Vulcan :

. And cried, it was a threatening to the bears

And that accursed ground the Paris garden.' The Globe Theatre, in which Shakspeare was a performer, stood on the southern side of the river Thames, and was contiguous to this noted place of tumult and disorder. St. Mary Overy's church is not far from London Bridge, and almost opposite to Fishmongers' Hall; Winchester House was over against Cole Harbour; Paris Garden was in a line with Bridewell; and the Globe playhouse faced Blackfriars, Fleet Ditch, or St. Paul's. It was an hexagonal building of stone or brick. Its roof was of rushes, with a flag on the top. In the preliminary remarks is a representation of it, from an old View of London, as it appeared in 1599.

? i.e. shouting or roaring; a sense the word has now lost. Littleton, in his Dictionary, has .To gape or bawl: vociferor.' So in Roscommon's Essay on Translation:

• That noisy, nauseous gaping fool was he.'

II.

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are but switches to them.—I'll scratch

your

heads : Cristo You must be seeing christenings? Do you

look for De rebel ale and cakes here, you rude rascals ?

Man. Pray, sir, be patient; 'tis as much impos

sible (Unless we sweep them from the door with cannons),

To scatter them, as 'tis to make them sleep Pure On May-day morning; which will never be 3: We may as well push against Paul's, as stir them.

Port. How got they in, and be hang'd ?

Man. Alas, I know not; How gets the tide in ?
As much as one sound cudgel of four foot
(You see the poor remainder) could distribute,
I made no spare, sir.
Port.

You did nothing, sir.
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Man. I am not Samson, nor Sir Guy, nor Colbrand 4, to mow them down before me: but, if I spared any, that had a head to it, either young or old, he or she, cuckold or cuckold-maker, let me never hope to see a chine again; and that I would not for a cow, God save her.

[Within] Do you hear, master Porter?

Port. I shall be with you presently, good master puppy.—Keep the door close, sirrah. Man. What would

you

have me do? Port. What should you do, but knock them

3 Our ancestors, young and old, rich and poor, all concurred, as Shakspeare in another place says:

• To do observance to a morn of May.' Stowe says that in the month of May, namely on May-day in the morning, every man would walk into the sweet meadows and green woods; there to rejoice their spirits with the beauty and savour of sweet flowers, and with the noise [i. e. music] of birds, praising God in their kind.' It is upon record that King Henry VIII. and Queen Katharine partook of this diversion. See Brand's Popular Antiquities, by Ellis.

4 Guy of Warwick, nor Colbrand the Danish giant, whom Guy subdued at Winchester.

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down by the dozens? Is this Moorfields to muster in 5 ? or have 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 one christening will beget a thousand; here will be father, godfather, and all together.

Man. The spoons will be the bigger, sir. There is a fellow somewhat near the door, he should be a brazier 6 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 times 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 9

5 The trained bands of the city were exercised in Moorfields.

6 A brazier signifies a man that manufactures brass, and a reservoir for charcoal occasionally heated to convey warmth. Both these senses are understood.

?Fire-drake ; a fire sometimes seen flying in the night like a dragon. Common people think it a spirit that keepeth some treasure hid; but philosophers affirme it to be a great unequal exhalation inflamed betweene two clouds, the one hot, the other cold, which is the reason that it also smoketh; the middle part whereof, according to the proportion of the hot cloud, being greater than the rest, maketh it seeme like a bellie, and both ends like unto a head and taile.'-Bullokar's Expositor, 1616. A fire-drake appears to have been also an artificial firework. Thus in Your Five Gallants, by Middleton :

but like fire-drakes · Mounted a little, gave a crack, and fell.' 8 Her pink'd cap, which looked as if it had been moulded on a porringer. So in The Taming of the Shrew :

Hab. Here is the cap your worship did bespeak.

Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porringer.' 9 The brazier.

once, and hit that woman, who cried out, clubs 10! 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 11, delivered such a shower of pebbles, that I was fain to draw mine honour in, and let them win the work 12. 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 13, their dear brothers, are able to endure. I have some of them in Limbo Patrum 14, and there they are like to dance these three days; besides the running banquet of two beadles 15, that is to come.

10 See note on the First Part of King Henry VI. Act i. Sc.3; and As You Like It, Act v. Sc. 2, p. 201, vote 4.

11 i.e. loose or random shooters. See King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2.

12 i. e. the fortress: it is a term in fortification.

13 By the tribulation of Tower-hill and the limbs of Limehouse it is evident that Shakspeare meant noisy rabble frequenting the theatres, supposed to come from those places. It appears from Stowe that the inhabitants of Tower-hill were remarkably turbulent. The word limb, in the sense of a turbulent person, is not uncommon in London even at this day. A mischievous unruly boy is called a limb of the devil.' That the puritans were aimed at under these appellations seems to me doubtful.

14 i.e. in confinement. In limbo continues to be a cant phrase in the same sense to this day. The Limbus Patrum is, properly, the place where the old fathers and patriarchs are supposed to be waiting for the resurrection. See Titus Andronicus, Act iii. Sc. 1.

15 A public whipping. A banquet here is used figuratively, for a dessert. To the confinement of these rioters a whipping was to be the dessert.

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 knaves ?-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 store of room, no doubt, left for the ladies, When they pass back from the christening. 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 16, 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 I'll make your

head ake. Port. You i'the camblet, get up o'the rail; I'll pick 17 you o'er the pales else.

[Exeunt.

16 It has already been observed that a bumbard was a large black jack of leather (Tempest, Act ii. Sc. 2, p. 47), used to carry beer to soldiers upon duty, or upon any occasion where a quantity was required. See note on King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4, p. 181.

17 To pick is to pitch, cast, or throw. Thus Baret:~' To picke

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