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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 knaves?-Ye have made a fine hand, fel
There's a trim rabble let in are all these
We are but men; and what so many may do,
As I live,
Clap round fines, for neglect: You are lazy knaves ;
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 ache.
Port. You i'the camblet, 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, godmother, bearing the child, richly habited in a mantle, &c. 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 nighty princess of England, Elizabeth!
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 thee! Into whose hands I give thy life.
K. Hen. My noble gossips, ye have been too prodigal:
I thank ye heartily; so shall this lady,
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 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 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
In her days, every man shall eat in safety
As great in admiration as herself;
So shall she leave her blessedness to one,
(When heaven shall call her from this cloud of dark
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, terror,
Shall be, and make new nations: He shall flourish,
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
To the ground, and all the world shall mourn her.
Thou hast made me now a man; never, before
That, when I am in heaven, I shall desire
'TIS ten to one, this play can never please
They'll say, 'tis naught: Others, to hear the city