A shrewd turn, and he is your friend for ever.— SCENE III.-The Palace Yard. [Exeunt. Noise and tumult within. Enter PORTER and his MAN. Port. You'll leave your noise anon, ye rascals: Do you take the court for Paris-garden ?* ye rude slaves, leave your gaping.t [Within.] Good master porter, I belong to the larder. Port. Belong to the gallows, and be hanged, you rogue: Is this a place to roar in ?-Fetch me a dozen crab-tree staves, and strong ones; these are but switches to them.-I'll scratch your heads: You must be seeing christenings? Do you look for ale and cakes here, you rude rascals? Man. Pray, Sir, be patient; 'tis as much impossible (Unless we sweep them from the door with cannons) To scatter them, as 'tis to make them sleep On May-day morning; which will never be: Man. Alas, I know not; How gets the tide in? As much as one sound cudgel of four foot Port. You did nothing, Sir. Man. I am not Samson, nor Sir Guy, nor Colbrand, to mow them down before me: but, if I spared 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 save her. [Within.] Do you hear, master Porter? Port. I shall be with you presently, good master puppy.Keep the door close, sirrah. Man. What would you have me do? Port. What should you do, but knock them down by the dozens? Is this Moorfields to muster in? or have we some strange Indian with the great tool come to court, the women so besiege us? Bless me, what a fry of fornication is at door! On my Christian conscience, this one christening will beget a thousand; here will be father, godfather, and all together. Man. The spoons will be the bigger, Sir. There is a fellow somewhat near the door, he should be a brazier 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 discharged against me; he stands there like a mortar-piece, to blow us. There was a haberdasher's wife of small wit near him, that railed upon me till her pink'd por† Roaring. *The bear-garden on Bank-side. ringer fell off her head, for kindling such a combustion in the state. I miss'd the meteort once, and hit that woman, who cried out, clubs! 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 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! Your faithful friends o' the suburbs? We shall have We are but men; and what so many may do, Cham. As I live, If the king blame me for 't, Ill lay ye all By the heels, and suddenly; and on your heads A Marshalsea, shall hold you play these two months. 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 peck ** you o'er the pales else. SCENE IV.-The Palace.tt [Exeunt. 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 standingbowls for the christening gifts; then four Noblemen bearing a *Pink'd cap. + Two Puritan congregations. A desert of whipping. ** Pitch. tt At Greenwich. + The brazier. Place of confinement. canopy, under which the Duchess of NORFOLK, godmother, bearing the child richly habited in a mantle, &c. Train borné 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 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 most gracious lady, Heaven ever laid up to make parents happy, May hourly fall upon ye! K. Hen. Thank you, good lord archbishop; What is her name? Cran. Elizabeth. K. Hen. Stand up, lord. [The KING kisses the child. With this kiss take my blessing: God protect thee! Into whose hands I give thy life. Cran. Amen. K. Hen. My noble gossips, ye have been too prodigal : I thank ye heartily; so shall this lady, When she has so much English. Cran. Let me speak, Sir, For heaven now bids me; and the words I utter 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 her: Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow: Good grows with her : * This and the following seventeen lines were probably written by Ben Jonson, after the accession of King James. Her ashes new create another heir, As great in admiration as herself; So shall she leave her blessedness to 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 stand fix'd: Peace, plenty, love, truth, terror, Shall see this, and bless heaven. K. Hen. Thou speakest wonders.] Cran. She shall be, to the happiness of England, To the ground, and all the world shall mourn her. Thou hast made me now a man; never, before This oracle of comfort has so pleased me, That, when I am in heaven, I shall desire To see what this child does, and praise my Maker.- And your good brethren, I am much beholden; I have received much honour by your presence, And ye shall find me thankful. Lead the way, lords ;- EPILOGUE. "Tis ten to one, this play can never please The merciful construction of good women; Dx 23 [Exeunt. TROILUS AND CRESSIDA. PERSONS REPRESENTED. PRIAM, King of Troy. his PARIS, DEIPHOBUS, his Sons. ENEAS, ANTENOR, Trojan Com- CALCHAS, a Trojan Priest, taking AGAMEMNON, theGrecian General. ACHILLES, AJAX, ULYSSES, NESTOR, Grecian DIOMEDES, PA ers. TROCLUS, THERSITES, a deformed and scur- ALEXANDER, Servant to Cressida. HELEN, Wife to Menelaus. Trojan and Greek SOLDIERS, and SCENE.-Troy, and the Grecian Camp before it. PROLOGUE. IN Troy, there lies the scene. From isles of Greece With wanton Paris sleeps; And that's the quarrel. And the deep-drawing barks do there disgorge * Orgueilleux-proud, disdainful. + Freight. + Shut. |