Enter Lord Chamberlain.

Cham. Mercy o' me! what a multitude are

here?

They grow ftill too;
ing,
As if we kept a fair.
These lazy knaves?
lows;

from all parts they are com

Where are these porters; ye've made a fine hand, fel

There's a trim rabble let in; are all thefe
Your faithful friends o'th' fuburbs? we fhall have
Great ftore of room, no doubt, left for the ladies,
When they pass back from th' chriftning?
Port. Please your Honour,

We are but men; and what fo many may do,
Not being torn in pieces, we have done:
An army cannot rule 'em.

Cham. As I live,

If the King blame me for't, I'll lay ye all
By th' heels, and fuddenly; and on your heads
Clap round fines for neglect: y'are lazy knaves:
And here ye lye baiting of bumbards, when
Ye fhould do fervice. Hark, the trumpets found
Th' are come already from the chriftening;
Go break among the prefs, and find a way out
To let the troop pafs fairly; or I'll find

A Marfbalfea, hall hold you play these two months.
Port. Make way for the Princefs.

Man. You great fellow, ftand clofe up, or I'll make your head ake.

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

[Exeunt.

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SCENE.

Changes to 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 great standing bowls for the chriftning gifts; then four Noblemen bearing a canopy, under which the Dutchess of Norfolk, god-mother, bearing the child richly habited in a mantle, &c. Train born by a lady: then follows the Marchioness of Dorfet, the other god-mother, and ladies. The troop pass once about the stage, and Garter fpeaks.

Gart. Heav'n, from thy endless goodness fend long
life,
And ever happy, to the high and mighty
Princefs of England, fair Elizabeth!

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Flourish. Enter King and Guard.

Cran. And to your royal Grace, and the good
Queen,

My noble partners and myself thus pray;
All comfort, joy, in this most gracious lady,
That heav'n e'er laid up to make parents happy,
May hourly fall upon ye!

King. Thank you, good lord Arch-bishop:
What is her name?

Cran. Elizabeth.

King. Stand up, lord.

With this kifs take my bleffing: God protect thee,
Into whofe hand I give thy life.

1.

Cran,

Cran. Amen.

King. My noble goffips, y'have been too pro-
digal,

I thank you heartily: fo fhall this lady,
When she has fo much English.
Cran. Let me fpeak, Sir;

(For Heav'n now bids me) and the words I utter,
Let none think flattery, for they'll find 'em truth,
This royal Infant, (heaven ftill move about her)
Though in her cradle, yet now promises
Upon this land a thousand thousand bleffings,
Which time shall bring to ripenefs. She fhall be
(But few or none living can behold that goodness)
A pattern to all Princes living with her,
And all that fhall fucceed. Sheba was never
More covetous of wisdom and fair virtue,
Than this bleft foul fhall be. All Princely graces,
That mould up fuch a mighty piece as this,
With all the virtues that attend the good,
Shall ftill be doubled on her. Truth fhall nurse

her:

Holy and heav'nly thoughts ftill counsel her:

"She fhall be lov'd and fear'd. Her own fhall blefs her;

"Her foes fhake, like a field of beaten corn, "And hang their heads with forrow. Good grows with her.

"In her days, ev'ry man shall eat in fafety, "Under his own vine, what he plants; and fing "The merry fongs of peace to all his neighbours. "God fhall be truly known, and thofe about her "From her shall read the perfect ways of honour, "And claim by thofe their Greatness, not by

blood.

"Nor fhall this peace fleep with her; but as when Gg 2

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"The bird of wonder dies, the maiden Phoenix,
"Her afhes new create another heir,
"As great in admiration as herself;

So fhall fhe leave her bleffedness to one, " (When heav'n fhall call her from this cloud of darkness)

"Who from the facred afhes of her honour "Shall ftar-like rife, as great in fame as she was, And fo ftand fix'd. Peace, Plenty, Love, Truth, Terrour,

That were the fervants to this chofen infant, "Shall then be his, and like a vine grow to him; "Where-ever the bright fun of heav'n fhall fhine, "His honour and the greatness of his name "Shall be, and make new nations. He fhall flourish, And, like a mountain cedar, reach his branches To all the plains about him: children's chil

dren

Shall fee this, and bless heav'n.

King. Thou fpeakest wonders.

Cran. She shall be, to the happiness of England,
An aged Princefs; many days fhall fee her,
And yet no day without a deed to crown it.
Would, I had known no more! but she must die,
She muft, the Saints must have her yet a Virgin;
A moft unfpotted lilly fhe fhall pafs

To th' ground, and all the world shall mourn her.
King. O lord Arch-bishop,

Thou ft made me now a man; never, before
This happy child, did I get any thing.
This oracle of comfort has fo pleas'd me,
That when I am in heav'n, I fhall defire
To fee what this child does, and praise my maker.
I thank ye all. To you, my good Lord Mayor,

And

;

And (a) your good brethren, I am much beholden:
I have receiv'd much honour by your prefence,
And ye fhall find me thankful. Lead the way, lords
Ye muft all fee the Queen, and the muft thank ye,
She will be fick elfe. This day no man think,
H'as bufinefs at his houfe, for all shall stay;
This little one fhall make it holy day.

[Exeunt.

[(a) Your. Dr. Thirlby. Vulg. you.]

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