་ Chan. This is too much; Forbear, for shame, my lords. Gard. I have done. Crom. And I. Chan. Then thus for you, my lord,-It stands agreed, I take it, by all voices, that forthwith You be convey'd to the Tower a prisoner; There to remain, 'till the king's further pleasure Be known unto us: Are you all agreed, lords? Cran. Is there no other way of mercy, But I must needs to the Tower, my lords? Gard. What other Would you expect? You are ftrangely troublesome. Cran. For me? Enter Guard. Muft I go like a traitor thither? Gard. Receive him, And fee him fafe i' the Tower. Cran. Stay, good my lords, I have a little yet to fay. Look there, my lords; Out of the gripes of cruel men, and give it To a most noble judge, the king my master. Sur. 'Tis no counterfeit. Suf. 'Tis the right ring, by heaven: I told ye all, When we first put this dangerous ftone a rolling, 'Twould fall upon ourselves. Nor. Do you think, my lords, The king will fuffer but the little finger Of this man to be vex'd? Cham. 'Tis now too certain : How much more is his life in value with him? 'Would I were fairly out on't. • Crom. My mind gave me, In feeking tales, and informations, And his difciples only envy at) Ye blew the fire that burns ye: Now have at ye. Enter King, frowning on them; takes bis feat. Gard. Dread fovereign, how much are we bound to heaven In daily thanks, that gave us fuch a prince; His royal felf in judgment comes to hear King. You were ever good at fudden commendations, Good man, fit down. Now let me see the proudeft He, that dares moft, but wag his finger at thee: h me. King. No, fir, it does not please me. I had thought, I had men of fome understanding This good man, (few of you deferve that title) Would try him to the utmost, had ye mean; Chan. Thus far, My most dread fovereign, may it like your grace (If there be faith in men) meant for his trial, King. Well, well, my lords, respect him; Take him, and use him well, he's worthy of it. I will fay thus much for him, If a prince May be beholden to a subject, I Am, for his love and fervice, fo to him. Make me no more ado, but all embrace him; Be friends, for fhame, my lords.—My lord of Canterbury, There is a fair young maid, that yet wants baptifm; Cran. The greatest monarch now alive may glory King. Come, come, my lord, you'd spare your spoons: you shall have Two noble partners with you; the old dutchefs of Nor folk, And lady marquifs Dorfet; Will these please you?- Gard. With a true heart, And brother's love, I do it. Cran. And let heaven Witness, how dear I hold this confirmation. King. Good man, those joyful tears fhew thy true heart. The common voice, I fee, is verify'd Of thee, which fays thus, Do my lord of Canterbury To have this young one made a christian. [Exeunt. Noife and tumult within: Enter Porter, and his Man. Port. You'll leave your noife anon, ye rafcals: Do you take the court for Paris-garden? ye rude flaves, leave your gaping. Within. Good mafter porter, I belong to the larder. Port. Belong to the gallows, and be hang'd, you rogue. Is this a place to roar in?-Fetch me a dozen crab-tree you'd Spare your Spoons:]-the prefent ufually made at christenings by the goips-thefe fpoons were fometimes called also apostle spoons, from the figures of thofe faints being carved on the tops. Paris-garden ?]-the bear garden of that time. staves, ftaves, and strong ones; these are but 'fwitches to 'em.I'll scratch your heads: You must be seeing christenings? Do you look for ale and cakes here, you rude rafcals ? Man. Pray, fir, be patient; 'tis as much impoffible (Unless we sweep them from the door with cannons) To scatter 'em, as 'tis to make 'em fleep "On May-day morning; which will never be : We may as well push against Paul's, as ftir 'em. Port. How got they in, and be hang'd? Man. Alas, I know not; How gets the tide in? As much as one found cudgel of four foot (You fee the poor remainder) could diftribute, I made no spare, fir. Port. You did nothing, fir. Man. I am not Sampfon, nor "fir Guy, nor Colbrand, to mow 'em down before me: but, if I fpar'd any, that had a head to hit, 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 fave her. Within. Do you hear, master Porter? Port. I fhall be with you prefently, good master py. Keep the door close, firrah. Man. What would you have me do? pup Port. What should you do, but knock 'em down by the dozens? Is this Morefields to mufter in? or have we some strange Indian with the great tool come to court, the women fo befiege us? Blefs me, what a fry of fornication is at door! O' my chriftian confcience, this one christening fwitches to 'em.]-in their eftimation, the mob regard them no more. On May-day morning ;]— MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM, A& IV. S. I. The. afir Guy, nor Colbrand,]-Guy earl of Warwick vanquished the Danish giant Colbrand at Winchefer. • I would not]-fay, if false. Y y 3 will |