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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.
Enter LORD CHAMBERLAIN.
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,
Great store of room, no doubt, left for the ladies,
Not being torn a pieces, we have done.
An army cannot rule them.
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;
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.
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 :-
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
I thank ye heartily; so shall this lady,
When she has so much English.
Let me speak, sir,
Upon this land a thousand thousand blessings,
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