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How your state stands i' the world, with the whole Your enemies are many, and not fmall; their practices
Muft bear the fame proportion: and not ever
Cran. God, and your majesty,
Protect mine innocence, or I fall into
King. Be of good cheer;
An ordinary groom is for fuch payment. I will have more, or scold it out of him. Said I for this, the girl was like to him? I will have more, or else unfay't; and now, 5 While it is hot, I'll put it to the iffue. SCENE
They shall no more prevail, than we give way to.
He's honeft, on mine honour. God's bleft mother!
Enter an Old Lady.
Gen. [within.] Come back; what mean you? 40 Lady. I'll not come back; the tidings that 1 bring
Will make my boldnefs manners.-Now, good Fly o'er thy royal head, and fhade thy perfon Under their bleffed wings!
King. Now, by thy looks
I guess thy message. Is the queen deliver'd? Say, ay; and of a boy.
Before the Council Chamber.
The king's phyfician; As he paft along,
Pray heaven he found not my difgrace! For certain,
Wait elfe at door; a fellow counsellor, [fures Among boys, grooms, and lackeys. But their pleaMust be fulfill'd, and I attend with patience.
Enter the King, and Butts, at a window above. Butts. I'll fhew your grace the ftrangest fight,King. What's that, Butts?
Butts. I think, your highnefs faw this many a day. King. Body o' me, where is it?
Butts. There, my lord:
The high promotion of his grace of Canterbury; Who holds his ftate at door, 'mongst purfuivants, Pages, and foot-boys.
King. Ha! 'Tis he, indeed:
Is this the honour they do one another?
Tis well, there's one above 'em yet. I had thought,
To dance attendance on their lordships' pleasures,
And at the door too, like a poft with packets.
Enter the Lord Chancellor, places himself at the upper end of the table on the left band; a feat being left void above bim, as for the Archbishop of Canterbury. Duke of Suffolk, Duke of Norfolk, Surrey, Lord Chamberlain, and Gardiner, feat them
1 To ween is to think, to imagine. Obfolete.
Ner. Who waits there?
D. Keep. Without, my noble lords?
D. Keep. My lord archbishop;
And has done half an hour, to know your pleasures.
D. Keep. Your grace may enter now.
[Cranmer approaches the council table.
Chan. My good lord archbishop, I am very forry
And, by that virtue, no man dare accuse you.
We will be fhort with you. "Tis his highness'
You fhall know many dare accuse you boldly,
Of our flesh, few are angels 2: out of which frailty,
Gard. Which reformation must be sudden too, My noble lords: for those, that tame wild horfes, Pace 'em not in their hands to make 'em gentle; But ftop their mouths with stubborn bits, and spur 'Till they obey the manage. If we fuffer ['em, (Out of our eafiness, and childish pity
Toone man's honour) this contagious sickness,
Of the whole ftate: as, of late days, our neighbours,
Yet freshly pitied in our memories.
Cran. My good lords, hitherto, in all the progrefs
For what they have been: 'tis a cruelty,
Gard. Good master Secretary,
I cry your honour mercy; you may, worst
Crom. Why, my lord?
Gard. Do not I know you for a favourer
Gard. Not found, I fay.
Crem. 'Would you were half so honest!
Remember your bold life too.
Cham. This is too much;
Forbear, for shame, my lords.
Cham. Then thus for you, my lord,-It stands
I take it, by all voices, that forthwith
You be convey'd to the Tower a prisoner;
50 There to remain, 'till the king's further pleasure Be known unto us: Are you all agreed, lords? All. We are.
Cran. Is there no other way of mercy,
But I must needs to the Tower, my lords?
I This lord chancellor, though a character, has hitherto had no place in the Dramatis Perfone. In the last scene of the fourth act, we heard that Sir Thomas More was appointed lord chancellor: but it is not he, whom the poet here introduces. Wolfcy, by command, delivered up the feals on the 18th of November, 1529; on the 25th of the fame month, they were delivered to Sir Thomas More, who furrender'd them on the 16th of May, 1532. Now the conclufion of this fcene taking notice of queen Elizabeth's birth (which brings it down to the year 1534), Sir Thomas Audlie must neceffarily be our poet's chancellor; who fucceeded Sir Thomas More, and held the feals many years. 2 Meaning, perhaps, Few are perfect, while they remain in their mortal capacity, 3 i. e, your fair outside.
Muft I go like a traitor thither?
Gard. Receive him,
And fee him fafe i' the Tower.
Cran. Stay, good my lords,
I have a little yet to say. Look there, my lords; 5
Out of the gripes of cruel men, and give it
Sur. 'Tis no counterfeit.
Suf. 'Tis the right ring, by heaven: I told ye all, When we first put this dangerous stone a-rolling, "Twould fall upon ourselves.
Nor. Do you think, my lords,
The king will fuffer but the little finger
Of this man to be vex'd?
Cham. 'Tis now too certain :
How much more is his life in value with him? "Would I were fairly out on 't.
Crom. My mind gave me,
In feeking tales, and informations,
Ye blew the fire that burns ye: Now have at ye.
In daily thanks, that gave us such a prince ;
His royal felf in judgment comes to hear
Not as a groom: There's fome of ye, I fee,
My moft dread fovereign, may it like your grace To let my tongue excufe all. What was purpos'd, Concerning his imprisonment, was rather (If there be faith in men) meant for his trial, 10 And fair purgation to the world, than malice; I am fure, in me.
King. Well, well, my lords, refpect him;
Am, for his love and fervice, fo to him.
20I have a fuit which you must not deny me:
Two noble partners with you: the old dutchefs of And lady marquis Dorfet; Will these please you?— 30 Once more, my lord of Winchester, I charge you, Embrace, and love this man.
Gard. With a true heart,
And brother's love, I do it.
Cran. And let heaven
King. You were ever good at fudden commen- 35 Witnefs how dear I hold this confirmation.
Bishop of Winchester. But know, I come not To hear fuch flatteries now, and in my prefence; They are too thin and base to hide offences.
King. Good man, thofe joyful tears fhew thy The common voice, I fee, is verify'd [true heart. Of thee, which fays thus, Do my lord of Canterbury A forewd turn, and be is your friend for ever.40 Come, lords, we trifle time away; I long To have this young one made a christian. As I have made ye one, lords, one remain; So I grow ftronger, you more honour gain. [Exeunt. SCENE III. The Palace Yard.
To me you cannot reach: You play the spaniel,
Noife and tumult within: Enter Porter, and bis Man. Port. You'll leave your noise anon, ye rafcals: Do you take the court for 2 Paris-garden? ye rude flaves, leave your gaping.
Within. Good mafter porter, I belong to the larder.
Pert. Belong to the gallows, and be hang'd, you rogue. Is this a place to roar in ?-Fetch me a dozen crab-tree ftaves, and strong ones; thefe are 55 but fwitches to 'em.-I'll fcratch your heads : You must be feeing chriftenings? Do you look for ale and cakes here, you rude rafcals?
Man. Pray, fir, be patient; 'tis as much impoffible
Mr. Steevens fays, "It was the custom, long before the time of Shakspeare, for the sponsors at chriftenings to offer gilt fpoons as a prefent for the child. Thefe fpoons were called apofile fpeens, becaufe the figures of the apoftles were carved on the tops of the handles. Such as were at once opulent and generous, gave the whole twelve; those who were either more moderately rich or liberal, efcaped at the expence of the four evangelifts; or even fometimes contented themselves with prefenting one spoon only, which exhibited the figure of any faint in honour of whom the child received 2 The bear-garden of that time, and in a line with Bridewell.
(Unless we fweep them from the door with cannons)
On May-day morning; which will never be:
Port. You did nothing, fir.
Man. I am not Sampfon, nor Sir Guy, nor Colbrand 2, to mow 'em down before me: but, if I fpar'd 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 15 not for a cow, God fave her.
Within. Do you hear, mafter Porter?
Pert. I fhall be with you presently, good mafter puppy. Keep the door clofe, firrah.
Man. What would you have me do?
Enter the Lord Chamberlain.
Cham. Mercy o' me, what a multitude are here!
There's a trim rabble let in: Are all thefe [have
Port. Please your honour,
We are but men; and what fo many may do,
Cham. As I live,
20If the king blame me for 't, I'll lay ye all
Port. What should you do, but knock 'em down by the dozens? Is this Morefields to mufter in? or have we fome ftrange Indian with the great tool come to court, the women fo befiegel us? Blefs me, what a cry of fornication is at door! 25 O'my christian confcience, this one christening will beget a thousand: here will be father, godfather, and all together.
Man. The spoons will be the bigger, fir. There is a fellow fomewhat near the door, he should be 30 a brafier 3 by his face, for, o' my confcience, twenty of the dog-days now reign in's nofe; all that stand about him are under the line, they need no other penance: that fire-drake 4 did I hit three times on the head, and three times was his nofe 35 discharg'd against me; he stands there like a mortar-piece, to blow us. There was a haberdasher's wife of fmall wit near him, that rail'd upon me 'till her pink'd porringer fell off her head, for kindling fuch a combustion in the state. I mifs'd 40 the meteor 5 once, and hit that woman, who cry'd out, clubs! when I might fee from far fome forty trunchioneers draw to her fuccour, 'which were the hope of the strand, where she was quarter'd. They fell on; I made good my place; at length 45 they came to the broomftaff with me, I defy'd 'em ftill; when fuddenly a file of boys behind 'em, loofe fhot, deliver'd fuch a fhower of pebbles, that I was fain to draw mine honour in, and let 'em win the work: The devil was amongst 'em, I think, 50 furely.
Pert. These are the youths that thunder at a playhoufe, and fight for bitten apples 6; that no audience, but the tribulation of Tower-hill 7, or the
By the heels, and suddenly; and on your heads
Port. You i' the camblet, get up o' the rail; I'll peck you o'er the pales elfe. [Exeunt. SCENE The Palace. Enter Trumpets, founding; then two Aldermen, Lord Mayor, Garter, Cranmer, Duke of Norfolk with bis Marshal's staff, Duke of Suffolk, two Noblemen bearing tavo great standing bowls for the christening gifts; then four Noblemen bearing a canopy, under which the Dutchefs of Norfolk, godmother, bearing the child richly babited in a mantle, &c. Train borne by a Ludy: then follow Marchioness of Dorjet, the other godmothe“ and Ladies. The troop pass ance about the stage, and Garter Speaks.
Gar. Heaven, from thy endless goodness, fend profperous life, long, and ever happy, to the high and mighty princefs or England, Elizabeth!
Flourish. Enter King, and Train.
My noble partners, and myself, thus pray ;-
Lambs of Limehoufe, their dear brothers, are able 55 Heaven ever laid up to make parents happy,
It was anciently the cuftom for all ranks of people to go out a Maying on the first of May. Guy of Warwick every one has heard. Colbrand was the Danish giant, whom Guy fubdued at Winchefter. 3 A brafier fignifies a man that manufactures brass, and a reservoir for charcoal occasionally heated to convey warmth. Both thefe fenfes are here understood. 4 A fire-drake is both a ferpent, anciently called a brenning-drake, or dipjas, and a name formerly given to a Will th' Wilp, or ignus faruus. A fire-drake was likewife an artificial firework. 5 i. e. the brafier. The prices of feats for the vulgar in our ancient theatres were fo very low (viz. a penny, two-pence, and fix-pence, each, for the ground, gallery, and rooms-the boxes were fomewhat higher, being a filling and half-a-crown), that we cannot wonder if they were filled with the tumultuous company defcribed by Shakspeare in this fcene; efpecially when it is added, that tobacco was (moaked, and ale drank in them. 7 Dr. Johnfon fufpects the Tribulation to have been a puritanical meeting-house. 8 A publick whipping. 9 To bait bumbards is to tipple, to lie at the spigot. Bumbards were large veffels in which the beer was carried to foldiers upon duty. They resembled black jacks of leather.
[The King kiffes the child. 5 With this kifs take my bleffing: God protect thee! Into whofe hand I give thy life.
King. My noble goffips, ye have been too pro-
Cran. Let me fpeak, fir,
As great in admiration as herself;
So fhall the leave her blessedness to one,
(When heaven fhall call her from this cloud of
Who, from the facred afhes of her honour,
King. Thou speakest wonders.]
For heaven now bids me; and the words I utter
To the ground, and all the world shall mourn her.
25 Thou haft made me now a man; never, before
And hang their heads with forrow: Good grows 30I thank ye all. To you, my good lord mayor,
In her days, every man shall eat in safety,
And your good brethren, I am much beholden;
35 Ye must all fee the queen, and she must thank ye,
ten to one this play can never please
For this play at this time, is only in
Thefe lines, to the interruption by the king, feem to have been inferted at fome revifal of the play, after the acceffion of king James. 2 Theobald remarks, that the tranfition here from the complimentary addrefs to king James the first is so abrupt, that it seems to him, that compliment was inferted after the acceffion of that prince. If this play was wrote, as in his opinion it was, in the reign of queen Elizabeth, we may easily determine where Cranmer's eulogium of that princess concluded. He makes no question but the poet rested here:
And claim by thofe their greatnefs, not by blood.
All that the bishop fays after this, was an occafional homage paid to her fucceffor, and evidently inferted after her demife. 3 Dr. Johnson is of opinion, with other Critics, that both the Prologus 4 In the character of Katharine. and Epilogue to Henry VIII, were written by Ben Jonson, CORIOLANUS.