Shall Star-like rife, as great in Fame as the wis,
And fo ftand fix'd. Peace, Plenty, Love, Truth, Terrour,
That were the Servants to this chofen infant,
Shall then be his, and like a Vine grow to him;
Where ever the bright Sun of Heav'n fhall shine,
His Honour, and the greatness of his Name, pa
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 fee this, and bless Heav'n.
King. Thou fpeakeft Wonders.
Cran. She fhall be to the Happiness of England,
An aged Princefs; many days fhall fee her,
And yet no day without a deed to crown it.
Would I had known no more: But the muft die,
She muft, the Saints must have her; yet a Virgin,
A moft unfpotted Lilly fhall the pass
To th' Ground, and all the World fhall mourn her.
King. O Lord Archbishop,
Thou haft made me now a Man; never, before
This happy Child, did I get any thing.
This Oracle of Comfort has fo pleas'd me,
That when I am in Heav'n, I shall defire
To fee what this Child does, and praise my Maker.
I thank ye all. To you, my good Lord Mayor,
And you good Brethren, I am much beholden:
I have receiv'd much Honour by your presence,
And ye shall find me thankful. Lead the way, Lords,
Ye muft all fee the Queen, and the muft thank ye,
She will be fick elfe. This day, no Man think
H'as bufinets at his Houfe, for all fhall Ray:
This little One fhail make it Holy-day.