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Heaven knows, how dearly. My next poor petition I wish it grubb’d up now.
Is, that his noble grace would have some pity Lov. Methinks, I could
Upon my wretched women, that so long

Cry the amen; and yet my conscience says, Have follow'd both my fortunes faithfully: She's a good creature, and, sweet lady, does of which there is not one, I dare avow,

Deserve our better wishes.
(And now I should not lie,) but will deserve, Gar. But, sir, sir, —
For virtue, and true beauty of the soul,

Hear me, sir Thomas! You are a gentleman
For honesty, and decent carriage,

Of mine own way; I know you wise, religious;
A right good husband, let him be a noble, And, let me tell you, it will ne'er be well-
And, sure, those men are happy, that shall have them. 'Twill not, sir Thomas Lovell, take’t of me,
The last is, for my men ; they are the poorest, Till Cranmer, Cromwell, her two hands, and she,
But poverty could never draw them from me;

Sleep in their graves.
That they may have their wages duly paid them, Lov. Now, sir, ye speak of two
And something over to remember me by.

The most remark'd i’the kingdom. As for Cromwell, -
If heav'n had pleas’d to have given me longer life, Beside that of the jewel-house, he's made master
And able means, we had not parted thus.

O'the rolls, and the king's secretary; further, sir,
These are the whole contents. And, good my lord, Stands in the gap and trade of more preserments,
By that you love the dearest in this world,

With which the time will load him. The archbishop
As you wish christian peace to souls departed, Is the king's hand, and tongue; and who dare speak
Stand these poor people's friend, and urge the king One syllable against him?
To do me this last right!

Gar. Yes, yes, sir Thomas,
Cap. By heaven, I will;

There are, that dare; and I myself have ventur'd
Or let me lose the fashion of a man!

To speak my mind of him: and, indeed, this day,
Cath. I thauk you, honest lord! Remember me Sir, ( I may tell it you,) I think, I have
In all humility unto his highness !

Incens'd the lords o’the council, that he is
Say, his long trouble now is passing

(For so I know he is, they know he is,)
Out of this world: tell him, in death I bless'd him, A most arch heretic, a pestilence,
For so I will. — Mine eyes grow dim. — Farewell,

That does infect the land: with which they mored,
My lord !- Griffith, farewell!- Nay, Patience,

Have broken with the king, who hath so far
You must not leave me yet. I must to bed;

Given ear to our complaint, (of his great grace
Call in more women !- When I am dead, good wench, And princely care ; foreseeing those fell mischiefs,
Let me be us'd with honour! strew me over

Our reasons laid before him,) he hath commanded,
With maiden flowers, that all the world may know, To-morrow morning to the council-board
I was a chaste wife to my grave! embalm me,

He be convented. He's a rank weed, sir Thomas,
Then lay me forth! although unqueen’d, yet like And we must root him out. From your affairs
A queen, and daughter to a king, interr me! I hinder you too long: good night, sir Thomas !
I can no more. - [Exeunt, leading Catharine. Lov. Many good nights, my lord! I rest your ser-

[Exeunt Gardiner and Page.

As Lovell is going out, enter the King, and the

Duke of SUFFOLK.
SCENE I. – A gallery in the palace. K. Hen. Charles, I will play no more to-night;
Enter Gardiner Bishop of Winchester, a Page with My mind's not on't, you are too hard for me.
a torch before him, met by Sir Thomas Lovell. Suf. Sir, I did never win of you before.
Gar. It's one o'clock, boy, is't not?

K. Hen. But little, Charles ;
Boy. It hath struck.

Nor shall not, when my fancy's on my play. -
Gar. These should be hours for necessities, Now, Lovell, from the queen what is the news ?
Not for delights; times to repair our nature Lov. I could not personally deliver to her
With comforting repose, and not for us,


you commanded me, but by her woman To waste these times. Good hour of night, sir I sent your message; who return'd her thanks Thomas !

In the greatest humbleness, and desir'd your highness
Whither so late?

Most heartily to pray for her.
Lov. Came you from the king, my lord ?

K. Hen. What say'st thon? ha !
Gar. I disl, sir Thomas, and left him at primero To pray for her? what, is she crying out?
With the duke of Suffolk.

Lov. So said her woman; and that her sufferance
Lov. I must to him too,

made Before he go to bed. I'll take my leave.

Almost each pang a death.
Gar. Not yet, sir Thomas Lovell! What's the K. Hen. Alas, good lady!

Suf. God safely quit her of her burden, and
It seems, you are in haste; an if there be

With gentle travail, to the gladding of
No great offence belongs to’t, give your friend Your highness with an heir !
Some touch of your late business! Affairs, that walk K. Hen. 'Tis midnight, Charles,
(As, they say, spirits do) at midnight, have Pr’ythee, to bed ; and in thy prayers remember
in them a wilder nature, than the business, The estate of my poor queen! Leave me alone!
That seeks dispatch by day.

For I must think of that, which company
Lov. My lord, I love you,

Will not be friendly to.
And durst commend a secret to your ear

Suf. I wish your highness
Mach weightier, than this work. The queen's in a quiet night, and my good mistress will

Remember in my prayers..
They say, in great extremity, and fear’d,

K. Hen. Charles, good night! - [Exit Suffolk.
She'll with the labour end.

Enter Sir ANTHONY Denny.
Gar. The fruit, she goes with,

Well, sir, what follows?
pray for heartily, that it may find

Den. Sir, I have brought my lord the archbishop, Good time, and live: but for the stock, sir Thomas, As you commanded me.

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K. Hen. Ha! Canterbury ?

Cran. God, and your majesty, Den. Ay, my good lord.

Protect mine innocence, or I fall into K. Hen. 'Tis true. Where is he, Denny ?

The trap, is laid for me!
Den. He attends your highness' pleasure.

K. Hen. Be of good cheer.
K. Hen. Bring him to us! (Exit Denny. They shall no more prevail, than we give way to.
Lov. This is about that which the bishop spake; Keep comfort to you, and this morning see
I am happily come hither.

[Aside. You do appear before them : if they shall chance,
Re-enter Denny, with CRANJER.

In charging you with matters, to commit you,
K. Hen. Avoid the gallery! (Lovell seems to stay. The best persuasions to the contrary
Ha!, I have said! Begone!

Fail not to use, and with what vehemency

(Exeunt Lovell and Denny. The occasion shall instruct you! if entreaties
Cran. I am fearful. – Wherefore frowns he thus? Will render you no remedy, this ring
'Tis his aspect of terror. All's not well.

Deliver them, and your appeal to us
K. Hen. How now, my lord ? You do desire to know, There make before them! Look, the good man
Wherefore I sent for you?

Cran. It is my duty

He's honest, on mine honour! God's blest mother!
To attend your highness' pleasure.

I swear, he is true-hearted, and a soul
K. Hen. 'Pray you, arise,

None better in my kingdom. - Get you gone,
My good and gracious lord of Canterbury ! And do as I have bid vou!— He has strangled
Come, you and I must walk a turn together; His language in his tears! (Exit Cranmer.
I have news to tell you. Come, come, give me your

Enter an old Lady.

Gent. [Within.] Come back! what mean yon?
Ah, my good lord, I grieve at what I speak,

Lady. I'll not come back; the tidings, that I bring,
And am right sorry to repeat what follows:

Will make my boldness manners. - Now, good angels
I have, and most unwillingly, of late

Fly o'er thy royal head, and shade thy person
Heard many grievous, I do say, my lord,

Under their blessed wings!
Grievous complaints of you; which, being consider'd, K. llen. Now, by thy looks
Have mov'd us and our council, that you shall

I guess thy message. Is the queen

deliver'd ?
This morning come before us; where, I know,

Say, ay; and of a boy.
You cannot with such freedom purge yourself,

Lady. Ay, ay, my liege!
But that, till further trial, in those charges,

And of a lovely boy. The God of heaven
Which will require your answer, you must take

Both now and ever bless her!—'tis a girl,
Your patience to you, and be well contented

Promises boys hereafter. Sir, your queen
To make your house our Tower: you a brother of us, Desires your visitation, and to be
It fits we thus proceed, or else no witness,
Would come against you.

Acquainted with this stranger; 'tis as like you,

As cherry is to cherry.
Cran. I humbly thank your highness;

K. Hen. Lovell,
And am right glad to catch this good occasion
Most throughly to be winnow'd, where my chaff

And corn shall fly asunder; for, I know,

Lov, Sir!
There's none, stands under more calumnious tongues,

K. Hen. Give her an hundred marks! I'll to the
Than I myself, poor man.


(Exit King. K. Hen. Stand up, good Canterbury!

Lady. An hundred marks! By this light, I'll bare
Thy truth, and thy integrity, is rooted
In us, thy friend. Give me thy hand, stand up!

An ordinary groom is for such payment.
Pr’ythee, let's walk! Now, by my holy dame,

I will have more, or scold it out of him.
What manner of man are you? My lord, I look'd

Said I for this, the girl is like to him?
You would have given me your petition, that

I will have more, or else unsay't; and now
I should have ta'en some pains, to bring together

While it is hot, I'll put it to the issue.
Yourself and your accusers, and to have heard you
Without indurance further.

SCENE II. - Lobby before the Council-chamber.
Cran. Most dread liege,

Enter Cranmer; Servants, Door.keeper, etc. The good I stand on is my truth, and honesty.

If they shall fail, I, with mine enemies,

Crar. I hope, I am not too late; and yet the gentle-
Will triumph o'er my person ; which I weigh not, man,
Being of those virtues vacant. I fear nothing, That was sent to me from the council, pray'd the
What can be said against me.

To make great haste. All fast? what means this? -
K. Hen. Know you not how

Hoa ?
Your state stands i’the world, with the whole world? Who waits there? Sare you know me?
Your enemies

D. Keep. Yes, my lord;
Are many, and not small; their practices

But yet I cannot help you.
Must bear the same proportion: and not ever Cran. Why?
The justice and the truth o' the question carries
The due o'the verdict with it. At what ease

D. Keep. Your grace must wait, till you be call?d for.

Enter Doctor Butts.
Might corrupt minds procure knaves as corrupt Cran. So,
To swear against you? Such things have been done.
You are potently oppos'd, and with a malice

Butts. This is a piece of malice. I am glad
Of as great size. Ween you of better luck,

I came this way so happily. The king

Shall understand it presently.
I mean, ia perjur'd witness, than your master,
Whose minister you are, whiles here he liy'd

Cran. (Aside.) 'Tis Butts,
Upon this naughty earth? Go to, go to !

The king's 'physician. As he past along,
You take a precipice for no leap of danger,

How earnestly he cast his eyes upon
And woo your own destruction.

| Pray heaven, he sound not my disgrace! For certain,
This is of purpose laid by some, that hate me,

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(God turn their hearts ! I never sought their malice,) Yet freshly pitied in our memories.
To quench mine honour : they would shame to Cran. My good lords, hitherto, in all the progress
make me

Both of my life and office, I have labour'd,
Wait else at door; a fellow counsellor,

And with no little study, that my teaching,
Among boys, grooms, and lackeys. But their pleasures And the strong course of my authority,
Must be fulfill'd, and I attend with patience. Might go one way, and safely; and the end

Enter ut a window above, the King and Butts. Was ever, to do well: nor is there living
Butts. I'll show your grace the strangest sight,-|(I speak it with a single heart, my lords,)
K. Hen. What's that, Butts ?

A man, that more detests, more stirs against,
Butts. I think, your highness saw this many a day. Both in his private conscience, and his place,
K. Hen. Body o' me, where is it?

Defacers of a public peace, than I do,
Butts. There, my lord !

'Pray heaven, the king may never find a heart
The high promotion of his grace.of Canterbury, With less allegiance in it! Men, that make
Who holds his state at door, 'mongst pursuivants, Envy, and crooked malice, nourishment,
Pages, and foothoys.

Dare bite the best. I do beseech your lordships,
K. Hen. Ha! 'Tis he, indeed:

That, in this case of justice, my accusers,
Is this the honour, they do one another?

Be what they will, may stand forth face to face,
'Tis well, there's one above them yet. I had thought, and freely urge against me.
They had parted so much honesty among them, Suf. Nay, my lord,
(At least, good manners,) as not thus to sufler That cannot be; you are a counsellor,
A man of his place, and so near our favour, And, by that virtue, no man dare accuse you.
To dance attendance on their lordships' pleasures, Gar. My lord, because we have business of more
And at the door, too, like a post with packets.

By holy Mary, Butts, there's knavery:

We will be short with you. 'Tis his highness'pleasure,
Let them alone, and draw the curtain close! And our consent, for better trial of you,
We shall hear more anon.

[Exeunt. From hence you be committed to the Tower ;
The Council-chamber.

Where, being but a private man again,
Enter the Lord Chancellor, the Duke of SUFFOLK, You shall know many, dare accuse you boldly,
Earl of Surkey, Lord Chamberlain, Gardiner and More than, I fear, you are provided for.
Cromwell. The Chancellor places himself at the Cran. Ah, my good lord of Winchester, I thank you,
upper end of the table on the left hand; a seat You are always my good friend; if your will pass,
being left void above him, as for the Archbishop I shall both find your lordship judge and juror,
of Canterbury. The rest seat themselves in order You are so merciful: I see your end,
on each side. CROMWELL at the lower end, as se- | 'Tis my undoing. Love, and meekness, lord,

Become a churchman better than ambition;
Chan. Speak to the business, master secretary: Win straying souls with modesty again,
Why are we met in council ?

Cast none away. That I shall clear myself,
Crom. Please your honours,

Lay all the weighư, ye can, upon my patience,
The chief cause concerns his grace of Canterbury. I make as Attle doubt, as you do conscience,
Gar. Has he had knowledge of it?

In doing daily wrongs. I could say more,
Crom. Yes.

But reverence to your calling makes me modest.
Nor. Who waits there?

Gar. My lord, my lord, you are a sectary,
D. Keep. Without, my noble lords ?

That's the plain truth; your painted gloss discovers,
Gar. Yes,

To men that understand yoa, words and weakness. D. Keep. My lord archbishop;

Crom. My lord of Winchester, you are a little,
And has done half an hour, to know your pleasures. By your good favour, too sharp; men so noble,
Chan. Let him come in !

However faulty, yet should find respect
D. Keep. Your grace may enter now.

for what they have been : ’tis a cruelty,
(Cranmer approaches the council-table. To load a falling man.
Chan. My good lord archbishop, I am very sorry

Gar. Good master secretary,
To sit here at this present, and behold

I cry your honour mercy; you may, worst
That chair stand empty: but we all are men,

Of all this table, say so.
In our own natures frail, and capable

Crom. Why, my lord ?
of our flesh, few are angels : out of which frailty, Gar. Do not I know you for a favourer
And want of wisdom, you, that best should teach us, of this new sect? ye are not sound.
Have misdemean’d yourself, and not a little,

Crom. Not sound?
Toward the king first, then his laws, in filling

Gar. Not sound, I say.
The whole realm, by your teaching, and your chaplains, Crom. 'Would, you were half so honest!
(For so we are inform’d,) with new opinions, Men's prayers then would seek you, not their fears.
Divers, and dangerous, which are heresies,

Gar. I shall remember this bold language.
And, not reform’d, may prove pernicions.

Crom. Do.
Gar. Which reformation must be sudden too, Remember


bola 'life too!
My noble lords : for those, that tame wild horses, Chan. This is too much;
Pace them not in their hands, to make them gentle, l'orbear, for shame, my

lords !
But stop their mouths with stubborn bits, and spur Gar. I have done.

Crom. And I.
Till they obey the manage. If we suffer

Chan. Then thus for you, my lord!--- It stands agreed,
Out of our easiness, and childish pity

I take it, by all voices, that forth with
To one man's honour) this contagious sickness, Yon be conveyed to the Tower a prisoner,
l'arewell, all physic: and what follows then? There to remain, till the king's further pleasure
Commotions, uproars, with a general taint Be known unto us. Are you all agreed, lords?
of the whole state: as, of late days, our neighbours, All. We are.
The upper Germany, can dearly witness,

Cran. Is there no other way of mercy,


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But I must needs to the Tower, my lords? 1(If there be faith in men,) meant for his trial,
Gar. What other
And fair purgation to the world, than malice;

Would you expect? You are strangely troublesome. I am sure, in me.
Let some o'the guard be ready there!
K. Hen. Well, well, my lords, respect him;

what Enter Guard.

Take him, and use him well, he's worthy of it.! Cran. For me?

I will say thus much for him, if a prince
Must I go like a traitor thither?

May be beholden to a subject, I
Gar. Receive him,
Am, for his love and service, so to him:

a fel And see him safe i'the Tower!

zier Make me no more ado, but all embrace him; Cran. Stay, good my lords,

the Be friends, for shame, my lords ! - My lord of CanterI have a little yet to say. Look there, my lords!


bury, By virtue of that ring, I take my cause

I have a suit, which you must not deny me; Out of the gripes of cruel men, and give it

heac That is, a fair young maid, that yet wants baptism, To a most noble judge, the king my master, You must be godfather, and answer for her. Cham. This is the king's riog. Cran. The greatest monarch now alive may glory

The Sur, 'Tis no counterfeit.

that In such an honour. How may I deserve it, Suf. 'Tis the right ring, by heaven! I told ye all, That am a poor and humble subject to you? When we first put this dangerous stone a rolling,

I K.Hien. Come,come,my lord, you'd spare your spoons; 'Twould fall upon ourselves.

crie Nor. Do you think, my lords,

Two noble partners with you: the old dutchess of The king will suffer but the little finger


hor Of this man to be vex'd ?

fel And lady marquis Dorset; will these please you? Cham., Tis now too certain :

Once more, my lord of Winchester, I charge you, How much more is his life in value with him ? Embrace, and love this man ! 'Would I were fairly out on't.

de Gar. With a true heart Crom. My mind gave me,

And brother-love I do it.
In seeking tales, and informations,

Cran. And let heaven
Against this man, (whose honesty the devil Witness, how dear I hold this confirmation.
And his disciples only envy at,)

h. Ye blew the fire that burns ye. Now have at ye ! K. Hen. Good man, those joyful tears show thy


true heart. Enter King, frowning on them; takes his seat.

LE The common voice, I see, is verified Gur. Dread sovereign, how much are we bound to Of thee, which says thus, Do my lord of Canterbury

th A shrewd turn, and he is your friend for In dnily thanks, that gave us such a prince; Come, lords, we trille time away; I long Not only good and wise,but most religious : To have this young one made a christian. One that, in all obedience, makes the church As I have made ye one, lords, one remain :

T The chief aim of his honour, and, to strengthen So I grow stronger, you more honour gain. (Exeunt. That holy duty, out of dear respect,

SCENE IV. -- The palace yurd.

T His royal self in judgment comes to hear

Noise and tumult within. Enter Porier and his Man, The cause betwixt her and this great offender. Port. You'll leave your noise anon, ye rascals

! K. Hen. You were ever good at sudden commen-Do you take the court for Paris-garden?

Y dations,

slaves, leave your gaping! Bishop of Winchester. But know, I come not [Within.] Ğood master Porter, I belong to the To hear such flattery now, and in my presence! larder. They are too thin and base to hide offences. Port. Belong to the gallows , and be hang'd, you To me you cannot reach, you play the spaniel, And think with wagging of your tongue to win' me; crab-tree staves, and strong ones; these are but

rogue ! Is this a place to roar in?- Fetch me a dozen But, whatsoe'er thou tak'st me for, I am sure switches to them. — I'll scratch your heads! You Thou hast a cruel nature, and a bloody. – must be seeing christenings? Do you look for ale and Good man, [To Cranmer.] sit down ! Now let me cakes here, you rude rascals ? see the proudest

Man. Pray, sir, be patient ! 'tis as much impossible He, that dares most, but wag his finger at thee: (Unless we sweep them from the door with cannoos, By all that's holy, he had better starve,

To scatter them, as 'tis to make them sleep Than but once think his place becomes thee not. On May-day morning; which will never be: Sur. May it please your grace,

We may as well push against Paul's, as stir them.
K. Hen. No, sir, it does not please me.

Port. How got they in, and be hang’d?
I had thought, I had had men of some understanding Man. Alas, I know not'; how gets the tide in?
And wisdom, of my council; but I find none. As much as one sound cudgel of four foot
Was it discretion, lords, to let this man,

(You see the poor remainder) could distribute,
This good man, (few of you deserve that title) i made no spare, sir.
This honest man, wait like a lousy footboy

Port. You did nothing, sir!
At chamber-door? and one as great, as you are? Man. I am not Sampson, nor sir Gay, nor Colbrand.
Why, what a shame was this? Did my commission to mow them down before me: but, if I spared any,
Bid ye so far forget yourselves ? I gave ye

that had a head to hit, either young or old, he or she Power as he was a counsellor to try him,

cuckold or cuckold-maker, let me never hope to see Not as a groom. There's some of ye, I see, a chine again; and that I would not for a cow, More out of malice, than integrity,

save her,
Would try him to the utmost, had ye mean; (Within.] Do you hear, master Porter?
Which ye shall never have, while I live.

Port. I shall be with you presently, good
Chan. Thus far,

puppy. -Keep the door close, sirrah!
My most dread sovereign, mag it like your grace Man. What would you have me do?
To let my tongue excuse all. What was purpos'd Fort. What should you do, but knock them down
Concerning his imprisonment, was rather

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have we some strange Indian with the great tool, and Ladies. The troop pass once about the stage,

come to court, the women so besiege us? Bless me, and Garter speaks.
what a fry of fornication is at door! on my christian Gart. Heaven, from thy endless goodness, send
conscience, this one christening will beget a thou- prosperous life, long, and ever happy, to the high
sand; here will be father, godfather, and all together. and mighty princess of England, Elizabeth!

Man. The spoons will be the bigger, sir. There is Flourish. Enter King and Train.
a fellow somewhat near the door, he should be a bra- Cran. [Kneeling.) And to your royal grace, and
zier by his face, for, o' my conscience, twenty of

the good queen,
the dog-days now reign in's nose; all that stand My noble partners, and myself, thus pray:
about him are under the line, they need no other All comfort, joy, in this most gracious lady,
penance: that fire-drake did I hit three times on the Heaven ever laid up to make parents happy,
head, and three times was his nose discharged against May hourly fall upon ye!
me; he stands there, like a mortar-piece, to blow us. K. Hon. Thank you, good lord archbishop !
There was a haberdasher's wife of small wit near him, What is her name?
that railed upon me till her pivk'd porringer fell off Cran. Elizabeth,
her head, for kindling such a combustion in the state. K. Hen. Stand up, lord !-
I miss'd the meteor once, and hit that woman, who

[The King kisses the Child.
cried out, clubs! when I might see from far some forty With this kiss take my blessing: "God protect thee!
truncheoneers draw to her succour, which were the Into whose hands I give thy life.
hope of the Strand, where she was quartered. They Cran. Amen.
fell on; I made good my place; at length they came
to the hroomstaff with me, I defied them still; when K. Hen, My noble gossips, ye have been too pro-
suddenly a file of boys behind them, loose shot,

digal :
delivered such a shower of pebbles, that I was fain I thank ye heartily; so shall this lady,
to draw mine honour in, and let them win the work. When she has so much English.
The devil was among them, I think, surely.

Crun. Let me speak, sir,
Port. These are the youths that thunder at a play-For Heaven now bids me; and the words I utter
house, and fight for bitten apples ; that no audience Let none think flattery, for they'll find them truth.
but the Tribulation of Tower-hill, or the limbs of

This royal infant, (heaven still move about her!) Limehouse, their dear brothers, are able to endyre. Though in her cradle, yet now promises I have some of them in Limbo Patrum, and there Upon this land a thousand thousand blessings, they are like to dance these three days ; besides the Which time shall bring to ripeness. She shall be running banquet of two beadles, that is to come.

(But few now living can behold that goodness) Enter the Lord Chamberlain.

A pattern to all princes, living with her,
Cham. Mercy o'me, what a multitude are here!

And all, that shall succeed: Sheba was never
They grow still too, from all parts they are coming, More covetous of wisdom, and fair virtue,
As if we kept a fair here! Where are these porters, Than this pure soul shall be: and princely graces,
These lazy kuares? - Ye have made a fine hand, That mould up, such a mighty piece as this is,

With all the virtues that attend the good,
There's a trim rabble let in. Are all these

Shall still be doubled on her: truth shall nurse her,
Your faithful friends o’the suburbs? We shall have Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her:
Great store of room, no doubt, left for the ladies, She shall be lov'd, and fear'd: her own shall bless her:

Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn,
When they pass back from the christening.
Port. An't please your honour,

And hang their heads with sorrow: good grows with
We are but men; and what so many may do,

Not being torn a pieces, we have done:

In her days, every man shall eat in safety
An army cannot rule them.

Under his own viņe, what he plants; and sing
Cham. As I live,

The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours : If the king blame me for't, I'll lay ye all

God shall be truly known; and those about her By the heels, and suddenly; and on your heads

From her shall read the perfect ways of honour,
Csap round fines, for neglect. You are lazy knaves ; Nor sħall this peace sleep with her: but as when

And by those claim their greatness, not by blood.
And here ye lie baiting of bumbards, when
Ye should do service. Hark, the trumpets sound;

The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phoenix,
They are come already from the christening:

Her ashes new create another heir,
Go, break among the press, and find a way out

As great in admiration as herself;
To let the troop pass fairly; or

So shall she leave her blessedness to one,

'll find
A Marshalsea, shall hold you play these two months. (When heaven shall call her from this cloud of dark-
Port. Make way there for the princess !

Man. You great fellow, stand close up, or I'll Who, from the sacred ashes of her honour,
make your head ake.

Shall star-like rise, as great in fame as she was,
Port. Yon i’the camblet, get up o'the rail ; I'll pick

And so stand fix'd: peace, plenty, love, truth, terror, you o'er the pales else.


That were the servants to this chosen infant,

Shall then be his, and like a vine grow to him; SCENE IV. The palace.

Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine,

His honour and the greatness of his name
Enter Trumpets , sounding; then two Aldermen.
Lord Mayor, Garter, Charmen, Duke of Norfolk, And, like a mountain cedar, reach his branches

Shall be, and make new nations. He shall flourish, with his marshals staff', Duke of SUFFOLK, two

:-our children's children Noblemen bearing great standing bowls for the To all the plains about him :christening gifts; then four Noblemen bearing a

Shall see this, and bless heaven. canopy , under which the Dutchess of NokFOLK,

K. Hen. Thou speakest wonders. godmother, bearing the Child, richly habited in a Cran. She shall be, to the happiness of England, mantle, etc. Train borne by a Lady : then follows An aged princess; many days shall see her, the Marchioness of Dorset, the other godmother, and get no day without a deed to crown it.

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