porringer fell off her head, for kindling such a combustion in the state. I miss'd the meteor2 once, and hit that woman, who cried out, Clubs! when I might see from far some forty truncheoneers draw to her succour, which were the hope of the Strand, where she was quartered. They fell on; I made good my place; at length they came to the broomstaff with me, I defied them still; when suddenly a file of boys behind them, loose shot, delivered such a shower of pebbles, that I was fain to draw mine honour in, and let them win the work: The devil was amongst them, I think, surely. Port. These are the youths that thunder at a play-house, and fight for bitten apples; that no audience, but the Tribulation of Tower-hill, or the limbs of Limehouse, their dear brothers, are able to endure. I have some of them in limbo patrum,3 and there they are like to dance these three days; besides the running banquet of two beadles, that is to come. Enter the Lord Chamberlain. Cham. Mercy o'me, what a multitude are here! They grow still too, from all parts they are coming, As if we kept a fair here! Where are these porters, These lazy knaves?-Ye have made a fine hand, fellows, There's a trim rabble let in: Are all these Your faithful friends o'the suburbs? We shall have An army cannot rule them. (1) Pink'd cap. (2) The brazier. (3) Place of confinement. Cham. As I live, If the king blame me for't, I'll lay ye all A Marshalsea, shall hold you play these two months. Man. You great fellow, stand close up, or I'll make your head ache. Port. You i'the camblet, get up o'the rail; I'll pick2 you o'er the pales else. [Exeunt. SCENE IV-The Palace.3 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 of Norfolk, god mother, bearing the Child, richly habited in a mantle, &c. Train borne by a Lady; then fol lows the Marchioness of Dorset, the other god mother, and Ladies. The troop pass once 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, and the good queen, My noble partners, and myself, thus pray (1) Black leather vessels to hold beer. (2) Pitch. (3) At Greenwich. All comfort, joy, in this most gracious lady, K. Hen. Thank you, good lord archbishop; What is her name? Elizabeth. Cran. K. Hen. Stand up, lord. [The King kisses the child. With this kiss take my blessing: God protect thee! Into whose hands 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. Shall still be doubled on her: truth shall nurse her, 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 From her shall read the perfect ways of honour, As great in admiration as herself; So shall she leave her blessedness to one, Who, from the sacred ashes of her honour, ror, That were the servants to this chosen infant, Shall be, and make new nations: He shall flourish, children Shall see this, and bless Heaven.] K. Hen. Thou speakest wonders. Cran. She shall be, to the happiness of England, An aged princess; many days shall see her, And yet no day without a deed to crown it. 'Would I had known no more! but she must die, She must, the saints must have her; yet a virgin, A most unspotted lily shall she pass To the ground, and all the world shall mourn her. Thou hast made me now a man; never, before To see what this child does, and praise my Maker. (1) This and the following seventeen lines were probably written by B. Jonson, after the accession of king James. I thank ye all,-To you, my good lord mayor, Ye must all see the queen, and she must thank ye, EPILOGUE. [Exeunt "TIS ten to one, this play can never please The merciful construction of good women; E 2 |