Clap round fines, for neglect You are lazy kna ves; And here ye lie baiting of bumbards, when Ye should do service. Hark, the trumpets sound; A Marshalsea, shall hald you play these two months. Port. Make way there for the Princess. Man. You great fellow, stand close up, or I'H make your head ake. Port. You i'the camlet, get up o'the rail; I' pick you o'er the pales else. SCENE IV; The Palace. [Exeunt, Enter Trumpets, sounding, then two Aldermen, Lord Mayor, Garter, CRANMER, Duke of NORFOLK, with his Marshal's staff, Dake 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 ante 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, My noble partners, and myself, thus pray; K. Hen. Thank you, good Lord Archbishop: What is her name? Cran. Elizabeth. K, Hen, Stand up, Lord. f [The King kisses the child. With this kiss take my blessing: God protect thee! Into whose hand I give thy life. Cran. Amen. K. Hen. My noble gossips, ye have been too prodigal: -I thank ye heartily; so shall this lady, Cran. Let me speak, Sir, For Heaven now bids me; and the words I utter Shall still be doubled on her: truth shall nurse 16ther, 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 her In her days, every man shall eat in safety. As great in admiration as herself; So shall she leave her blessedness to one, Who, from the sacred ashes of her honour, terror, That were the servants to this chosen infant, Shall then be his, and like a vine grow to him; Wherever the bright sun 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: children Shall see this, and bless heaven. K. Hen. Thou speakest wonders.] Our children's Cran. She shall be, to the happiness of Englaud, A An aged Princess; many days shall see her, To the ground, and all the world shall mourn her. K. Hen. O Lord Archbishop, Thou hast made me now a man; never, before To see what this child does, and praise my Ma ker. I thank ye all," To you, my good Lord Mayor, Ye must all see the Queen, and she must thank ye, EPILOGUE. 'Tis ten to one, this play can never please All that are here: Some come to take their case, 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, The merciful construction of good women; |