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will beget a thousand; here will be father, god-father, and all together.

Man. The spoons will be the bigger, sir. There is a fellow somewhat near the door, he should be 'a brasier by his face, for, o' my conscience, twenty of the dog-days now reign in's nose; all that stand 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 discharg'd against me; he stands there, like a mortarpiece, to blow us up. There was a haberdasher's wife of small wit near him, that rail'd upon me 'till her 'pinky porringer fell off her head, for kindling such a combustion in the state. I miss'd the meteor once, and hit that woman, who cry'd out, `clubs! when I might see from far fome forty truncheoneers draw to her succour, which were 'the hope of the strand, where she was quarter'd. They fell on; I made good my place; at length they came to the broomstaff with me, I defy'd 'em still; when suddenly a file of boys behind 'em, "loose shot, deliver'd 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 limbs of Limehouse, their dear brothers, are able to endure. I have some of

Pa brafier]—quibble, between the artificer, and instrument so called. fire-drake]-piece of fire work—and meteor-this same brafier. pink'd porringer)--cap of such fashion.

TAMING OF A SHREW, Act IV. S. III, Pet clubs !]-for assistance. i the bope)-the flower, the champions. u loose foot,]-random shooters.

v the Tirbulation of Tower-bill, tbe limbs of Limehouse,]-a meeting house there so called another paritanical conventicle-lambs.


'em 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! Where are these porters,
These lazy knaves ?--Ye have made a fine hand, fellows:
There's a trim rabble let in: Are all these
Your faithful friends o'the suburbs? We shall have
Great store of room, no doubt, left for the ladies,
When they pass back from the christening.

Port. Please your houour,
We are but men; and what so many may do,
Not being torn a pieces, we have done :
An army cannot rule 'em.

Cham. As I live,
If the king blame me for't, I'll lay ye all
By the heels, and suddenly; and on your heads
Clap round fines, for neglect: You are lazy knaves ;
And here ye lie baiting of bumbards, when
Ye should do service. Hark, the trumpets sound;
They are come already from the christening:
Go, break among the press, and find a way out
To let the troop pass fairly; or I'll find
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 ake.

* Limbo Patrum, ]—a nick name for his lodge.
* the running banquet of two beadles,]—a publick whipping.
y baiting of bumbards,)-tofing of tankards, caroufing.

Port. up, lord.

Port. You i'the camblet, get off the rail; I'll ”pecke you o'er the pales else.

[Exeunt. SCENE IV.

The Palace. Enter trumpets, founding; 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 Dutchess of Norfolk, godmother, bearing the child richly babited in a mantle, &c. Train borne by a Lady: tben 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 profperous life, long, and ever happy, to the high and mighty 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 ;-
All comfort, joy, in this moft gracious lady,
Heaven ever laid up to make parents happy,
May hourly fall upon ye !

King. Thank you, good lord archbishop:
What is her name?

Cran. Elizabeth.
King. Stand

[The King kisses the child. With this kiss take my blessing : God protect thee ! z pocke]-pitch-picke-throw." as high “ As I could picke my lance." CORIOLANUS, A& I. S. 1. Cor. Into whose hand I give thy life.

Cran. Amen.

King. My noble gossips, ye have been too prodigal :
I thank ye heartily; so Ihall 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 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
(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 her: In her days, every man fhall 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 by those claim their greatness, not by blood. {"Nor shall this peace Neep with her : But as when The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phonix,

Norfball ibis peace feep with her :)~This complimentary address to James I. was probably inserted after his accellion to the crown.


Her ashes new create another heir,
As great in admiration as herself ;
So shall fhe leave her blessedness in one,
(When heaven 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 ftand fix'd: Peace, plenty, love, truth, terror,
That were the servants to this chosen infant,
Shall then be his, and like a vine grow to him ;
Wherever the bright sun of heaven 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 : -Our children's children
Shall see this, and bless heaven.]

King. “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 pass
To the ground, and all the world shall mourn her.

King. O lord archbishop,
Thou hast 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 heaven, I shall desire
To see what this child does, and praise my Maker.
I thank ye all.To you, my good lord mayor,

o Thor Speakes wonders.] The king's reply would be much more pertinent, had the passage, included in crotchets, with the following prophetical panegyric on Elizabetb's virginity, been omitted, and this ipeech proceeded - lori arcklijhop, &c.


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