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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
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 missed the meteor once, and hit that woman, who cried out: Clubs! when I might see from far some forty truncheoners draw to her succour, which were the hope o' the Strand, where she was quartered. They fell on; I made good my place; at length they came to the broomstaff to me: I defied ’en still ; when suddenly a file of boys behind 'em, loose shot, delivered such a shower of pebbles, that I was fain to draw mine honour in, and let 'em win the work : the devil was amongst 'em, 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
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,
There is a trim rabble let in.
Are all these
suburbs? We shall
As I live,
If the King blame me for 't,
I'll lay ye all
They're come already from the christening.
Go, break among the press, and find a way out
You great fellow, Stand close up, or I'll make your head ache.
Port. You i' the camlet, get up o' the rail ; I'll pick you o'er the pales else. [Exeunt.
SCENE IV.-The Palace.
Enter Trumpets, sounding; then two Aldermen,
Lord Mayor, Garter, CRANMER, Duke of NorFOLK, with his marshal's staff, Duke of SUFFOLK, two Noblemen bearing great standing-bowls for the christening gifts; then, four Noblemen bearing a canopy, under which the Duchess of NORFOLK, god-mother, bearing the child richly habited in a mantle, &c. Train borne by a Lady : then
Flourish. Enter KING and Train.
Cran. [Kneeling.] And to your royal grace and the good Queen,
My noble partners, and myself, thus pray :
K. Hen. Thank you, good lord Archbishop;
Stand up, lord.
[The KING kisses the Child.
With this kiss take my blessing: God protect
Into whose hand I give thy life.
K. Hen. My noble 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 'em truth. This royal infant,-Heaven still move about her!— Though in her cradle, yet now promises
Upon this land a thousand thousand blessings,
Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her:
Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn,
with her :