at length they came to th' broom-ftaff with me, I defy'd 'em ftill; when fuddenly a file of boys behind 'em deliver'd fuch a fhower of pebbles, loose shot, that I was fain to draw mine honour in, and let 'em win the Work; the devil was amongst 'em, I think, furely. Port. These are the youths that thunder at a playhoufe; and fight for bitten apples; that no audience but the Tribulation of Tower-Hill, or the limbs of Limehoufe, their dear brothers, are able to endure. I have fome of 'em in Limbo Patrum, and there they are like to dance these three days; befides the running banquet of two beadles, that is to come. Enter Lord Chamberlain. Cham. Mercy o' me! what a multitude are here? They grow ftill too; from all parts they are coming, As if we kept a fair. Where are these porters; Thefe lazy knaves ? ye've made a fine hand, fellows; There's a trim rabble let in; are all these Your faithful friends o'th' fuburbs? we fhall have We are but men; and what fo many may do, Cham. As I live, If the King blame me for't, I'll lay ye all A Marfhalfea, fhall hold you play thefe two months. Man. You great fellow, ftand clofe up, or I'll make your head ake. Port. Port. You i'th' camblet, get up o'th' rail, I'll peck you o'er the pales elfe. [Exeunt. Enter Trumpets founding; then two Aldermen, Lord Mayor, Garter, Cranmer, Duke of Norfolk with his Marfhal's ftaff, Duke of Suffolk, two Noblemen bearing great ftanding bowls for the chriftning gifts; then four Noblemen bearing a canopy, under which the Dutchefs of Norfolk, god-mother, bearing the child richly habited in a mantle, &c. Train borne by a Lady: then follows the Marchioness of Dorfet, the other god-mother,and ladies! The troop pass once about the flage, and Garter speaks. EAV'N, from thy endless goodness send long life, Gart. H And ever happy, to the high and mighty Princefs of England, fair Elizabeth! 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 moft gracious lady, That heav'n e'er laid up to make parents happy, May hourly fall upon ye! King. Thank you, good lord Archbishop: 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. Cran. Amen. King. My noble goffips, y' have been too prodigal, I thank you heartily: fo fhall this lady, When fhe 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 Though in her cradle, yet now promifes Shall ftill be doubled on her. Truth fhall nurfe her: She fhall be lov'd and fear'd. Her own fhall blefs her; As great in admiration as herself; So fhall fhe leave her bleffedness to one, [nefs) (When heav'n fhall call her from this cloud of darkWho from the facred afhes of her honour Shall far-like rife, as great in fame as fhe was, [rour, He fhall flourish, King. Thou fpeakeft wonders. Cam.. Cran. She fhall 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 fhe muft die, She muft, the Saints must have her yet a Virgin; A moft unfpotted lily fhe fhall pafs To th' ground, and all the world fhall mourn her. Thou'ft made me now a man; never, before To fee what this child does, and praife my maker. ye [Exeunt. EPILOGU E. 'T1 IS ten to one, this Play can never please All that are here: Some come to take their cafe, The End of the Sixth Volume. |