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

Port. You i' the camblet, get up o' the rail; I'll peck you o'er the pales elfe. [Exeunt.

SCENE IV. The Palace.

Enter Trumpets, founding; then two Aldermen, LordMayor, Garter, CRANMER, Duke of NORFOLK with his Marshall's Staff, Duke of SUFFOLK, two Noblemen bearing great standing Bowls for the Chriftening Gifts; then four Noblemen bearing a Canopy under which the Dutchess of NORFOLK, Godmother, bearing the Child richly habited in a Mantle, Sc. 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: 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

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!

King. Thank you, good lord archbishop:

What is her name?

Cran. Elizabeth..

King. Stand up, lord.

[The King kiffes the Child.

With this kiss, take my bleffing: God protect thee! Into whose hand I give thy life.

Cran. Amen.

King. My noble goffips, ye have been too prodigal: I thank ye heartily; so shall this lady, When the has so much English.

Cran. Let me fpeak, fir,

For Heaven now bids me; and the words I utter
Let none think flattery, for they'll find 'em truth.
This royal infant (heaven still move about her!)
Though in her cradle, yet now promifes
Upon this land a thoufand thousand bleffings,
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 fucceed: Sheba was never
More covetous of wisdom, and fair virtue,
Than this poor foul shall be all princely graces,
That mould up fuch 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 fhall bless
Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, [her;

And

And hang their heads with forrow: Good grows

with her:

In her days, every man shall eat in safety,
Under his own vine, what he plants; and fing
The merry fongs of peace to all his neighbours:
God shall be truly known; and those about her
From her fhall reap the perfect way of honour,
And by those claim their greatness, not by blood.
[Nor shall this peace fleep with her: But as when
The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phenix,
Her afhes new create another heir,
As great in admiration as herself;
So thall the leave her blessedness to one

(When heaven shall call her from this cloud of

darkness),

Who from the iacred ashes of her honour,
Shall star-like rife, as great in fame as the was,
And fo ftand fix'd: Peace, plenty, love, truth, terror,
That were the fervants to this chofen infant,
Shall then be his, and like a vine grow to him;
Wherever the bright fun 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 child-
Shall fee this, and bless heaven.
[dren

King. Thou speakest wonders.]

Cran. She shall be, to the happiness of England, An aged princess; many days thall fee her, And yet no day without a deed to crown it. Would I had known no more! but the must die, She muft, the faints must have her; yet a virgin, A most unfpotted lily shall she pafs

To the ground, and all the world shall mourn her.

A

K

King.

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 inall defire
To fee what this child does, and praise my Maker.-
I thank ye all. -To you, my good lord-mayor,
And your good brethren, I am much beholden;
I have receiv'd much honour by your prefence,
And ye shall find me thankful. Lead the way,

lords;

Ye must all fee the queen, and she must thank ye, She will be fick elfe. This day, no man think He has business at his house; for all shall stay, This little one shall make it holiday.

[Exeunt.

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Tis ten to one, this play can never please ll that are here: Some come to take their eafe, nd flep an act or two; but those we fear, 'e have frighted with our trumpets; so, 'tis clear, bey'll fay, 'tis naught, others, to hear the city 'bus'd extremely, and to cry-that's witty! Thich we have not done neither : that, I fear, 'll the expected good we are like to hear or this play at this time, is only in be merciful construction of good women ; For fuch a one we shew'd'em: If they smile, And say, 'twill do, I know, within a while, All the best men are ours; for 'tis ill hap, f they bald, when their ladies bid 'em clap.

THE END.

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