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wit near him, that railed upon me till her pinked porringer 1 fell off her head, for kindling such a combustion in the state. I missed the meteor 2 once, and hit that woman, who cried out, Clubs! 3 when I might see from far some forty truncheoneers draw to her succour, which were the hope of the Strand, 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 honor in, and let them win the work. The devil was amongst them, I think, surely.

Por. These are the youths that thunder at a playhouse, 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,5 that is to come.


Cham. Mercy o' me, what a multitude are here! They grow still too; from all parts they are coming,

1 Pinked cap.

2 i. e. the brazier.

3 Clubs!' was the outcry for assistance on any quarrel or tumult in the streets. 4 Place of confinement.

A dessert of whipping.

As if we kept a fair here! Where are these por


These lazy knaves? Ye have made a fine hand,

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Great store of room, no doubt, left for the ladies,
When they pass back from the christening.
An't please your honor,
We are but men; and what so many may do,

Not being torn a pieces, we have done.

An army cannot rule them.

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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,1 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. Por. Make way there for the princess.

Man. You great fellow, stand close up, or I'll make your head ache.

1 Tippling of ale. A bumbard is a black leathern vessel to hold beer.

Por. You i' the camlet, get up o' the rail; I'll pick you o'er the pales else.



The Palace.2

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 :

Gar. K. Heaven, from thy endless goodness, send prosperous life, long, and ever happy, to the high and mighty princess of England, Elizabeth!

Florish. 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 most gracious lady,
Heaven ever laid up to make parents happy,

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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,

When she has so much English.

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 loved and fear'd: her own shall bless


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