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Go, break among the press, and find a way out
A Marshalsea, 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 ake.
Port. You i'th'camblet, get up o'th'rail; I'll pick you o'er the pales else. [Exeunt
SCENE IV. The palace.
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 NORFOLK, godmother, bearing the child richly habitea 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
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;→→
K. Hen. Thank you, good lord archbishop;
What is her name?
Stand up, lord.
[The King kisses the Child,
With this kiss take my blessing: God protect thee!
K. Hen. My noble gossips, ye have been too prodigal : I thank ye heartily; so shall this lady,
When she has so much English.
Cram. 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 lov'd, 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
In her days, every man shall eat in safety
Under his own vine, what he plants; and sing
The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours:
As great in admiration as herself;
So shall she leave her blessedness to one,
(When heaven shall call her from this cloud of darkness,)
To all the plains about him :- -Our children's children
Thou speakest wonders.]
To the ground, and all the world shall mourn her.
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 shall desire
To see what this child does, and praise my Maker.—
"Tis ten to one, this play can never please All that are here: Some come to take their ease, And sleep an act or two; but those, we fear, We have frighted with our trumpets'; so, 'tis clear, They'll say, 'tis naught: others, to hear the city Abus'd extremely, and to cry,-that's witty! Which we have not done neither: that, I fear, All the expected good we are like to hear For this play at this time, is only in The merciful construction of good women; For such a one we show'd them; If they smile, And say, 'twill do, I know, within a while All the best men are ours; for 'tis ill hap, If they hold, when their ladies bid them clap.
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