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SCENE, the Palace.

· Enter Trumpets founding ; then two Aldermen, Lord Mayor, í Garter, Cranmer, Duke of Norfolk with his Marmals

staff, Duke of Suffolk, two Noblemen bearing great standing bowls for the christening gifts'; then four Noblemen bearing a canopy, under which the Dutchess of Norfolk, godmother, bearing the child richly babited in a mantle, &c. Train born by a lady: then follows the Marchioness of Dorset, the other god-mother, and ladies. The troop pass once about the stage, and Garter speaks. .

Gárt, Heav'n, from thy endless goodness send |
And ever happy, to the high and mighty
Princess of England, fair Elizabeth! -

Flourish. Enter King and Guard. . Cran. And to your royal Grace, and the good Queen, My noble partners and my self thus pray; All comfort, joy, in this most gracious lady, That heav'n e'er laid up to make parents happy, May hourly fall upon ye!

King. Thank you, good lord Arch-bishop: What is her name?

Cran. Elizabeth.

King. Stand up, lord."
With this kiss take my Blessing: God protect thee,
Into whose hand I give thy life.

Cran. Amen.

King. My noble gossips, y’have been too prodigal,
I thank you heartily: lo shall this lady,
When she has so much English,

Cran. Let me speak, Sir ;
(For Heav'n now bids me) and the words I utter,
Let none think Aattery, for they'll find 'em truth.
- This royal Infant, (heaven ftill 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
Reser. Det

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(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 blest soul shall be. All Princely graces,
That mould up such a mighty piece as this,
With all the virtues that attend the good,
Shall still be doubled on her. Truth shall nurse her:
Holy and heav'nly choughts still counsel her:
She shall be lov’d and fear'd. Her own shall bless her ;
Her foes shake, like a field of beaten corn,
And hang their heads with sorrow. Good grows with her,
In her days, ev'ry 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 claim by those their Greatness, not by blood.
Nor shall this peace Neep with her ; but as when

The bird of wonder dies, the maiden Phoenix,
Her ashes new create another heir,
As great in admiration as her self; . .
So shall she leave her blessedness to one,
(When heav'n 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,
And so stand fix’d. Peace, Plenty, Love, Truth, Terrour,
That were the servants to this chosen infant,
Shall then be his, and like a vine grow to him ;
Where-ever the bright sun of heav'n 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: children's children
Shall see this, and bless heav'n.

King. Thou speakest wonders. · Cran. She shall be, to the happiness of England, (31)

An

G2 (31) She shall be to the Happiness of England, An aged Princess ;] The Transition here from the Complimentary Ad

dress

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, (32)
She must, the Saints must have her yet a Virgin ;
A most unspotted lilly The shall pass
To th' ground, and all the world shall mourn her.

King. O lord Arch-bishop, Thou'st 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 heav'n, I Ihall desire To see what this child does, and praise my maker. I thank ye all. - To you, my good Lord Mayor, dress to King James the First is fo abrupt, that it seems obvious to me, that Compliment was inferted after the Accession of that Prince. If this Play was wrote, as in my opinion it was, in the Reign of Queen Elizabeth; we may easily determine where Cranmer's Eulogium of that Princess concluded. I make no question but the Poet rested here ;

And claim by those their Greatness, not by Blood. All that the Bishop fays after this, was an occasional Homage paid to her Successor; and evidently inserted after her Demise. How naturally, without this Insertion, does the King's Joy, and satisfactory Reflection upon the Bishop's Prophecy come in! · King. Thou speakest Wonders. O Lord Archbilhop,

Thou'st made me now a Man. Never, before

This happy Child, did I get any Thing, &c. Whether the King would so properly have made this Inference, upon hearing that a Child of so great Hopes should dye without Iffue, is submitted to Judgment.

(32) Would I had known no more : but she must dye, She must, the Saints must have her ; yet a Virgin, A most unspotted Lilly, &c.] Thus the Editors hitherto, in their Sagacity, have pointed this Passage, and destroy'd the true Sense of it. The first part of this Sentence is a Wish : The other should be a forrowful Continuation of the Bishop's Prophecy. But, fure, Cranmer was too wise and pious a Man, too well acquainted with the State of Mortality, to make it a part of his Lamentation that this good Princess muft one time or other go to Heaven. As I point it; the Poet makes a fine Compliment to his Royal Mistress's Memory, to lament that she must dye without leaving an Heir of her Body behind her. Palamon and Arcite, in the Two Noble Kinsmen of Beaumont and Fletcher, being made Prisoners to Theseus, and fearing they shall dye in that Captivity, lament their Fate, I remember, in much the same manner.

Here the Graces of our Youths must wither,'
Like a too timely Spring ; here Age must find us,
And, which is heaviest, Palamon, unmarried.

And

And your good brethren, I am much beholden: (33)
I have receiv'd much honour by your presence,
And ye fhall find me thankful. Lead the way, lords ;
Ye must all see the Queen, and she must thank ye,
She will be fick else. This day no man think,
Has business at his house, for all shall stay;
This little one shall make it holy-day.

[Exeunt.

(33) And you good Brethren,] But, the Aldermen never were call'd Brethren to the King. The Top of the Nobility are but Cousins and Counfellors. Dr. Thirlby, therefore, rightly advised ;

And your good Brethren i. e. the Lord Mayor's Brethren ; which is properly their Style. So in the Chorus before the 5th Act of Henry V.

The Mayor, and all his Brethren in best Sort,
Like to the Senators of antique Rome,
With the Plebeians fwarming at their Heels,
Go forth, and fetch their conquring Cæsar in.

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EPIL OG U E.

IS ten to one, this Play can never please
1 All that are bere : some come to take their ease,
And seep an ałt or two; but those, we fear,
We've frighted with our trumpets : so, 'tis clear,
They'll say, it's naught. Others, to bear the city
Abus'd extremely, and to cry, that's witty !
Which we have not done neither; that, I fear,
All the expe&ted Good ware like to hear
For this Play at this time, is only in
The merciful constrution of good wom'n;
(For such a one we lewdem) If they smile,
And say, 'will do ; I know, within a while
All the best men are ours; for 'lis ill hap,
If they bold, when their ladies bid 'em clap.

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