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By th' heels, and suddenly; and on your heads
Clap round fines for neglect. Y'are lazy knaves;
And ? here ye lie baiting of bumbards, when
Ye should do service. Hark, the trumpets found;
Th'are come already from the chriftning.
Go break among the press, and find a way out
To let the troop pass fairly; or I'll find
A Marshalsea, fhall hold you play these two months,

Port. Make way for the Princess.

Man. You great fellow, stand close up, or I'll make your head ake.

Port. You i'th' camblet, get up o'th' rail ; I'll pick you o'er the pales eļse.

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Enter Trumpets founding , then two Aldermen, Lord

Mayor, Garter, Cranmer, Duke of Norfolk with kis Micrshals staff, Duke of Suffolk, two Noblemen bearing great standing bowls for the cbristning gifts; tken four Noblemen bearing a canopy, under which the Dutchess of Norfolk, god-mother, bearing the child richly habited in a mantle, &c. Train borne by a lady: then follows the Marchioness of Dorset, the other god-mother, and ladies. The troop pass once about ihe stage, and Garter speaks.

Gart. Heav'n, from thy endless goodnefs send long

life, And ever happy, to the high aud mighty Princess of England, fair Elizabeth !

9 --here ye lie toiting of bum- rel; to bait bumbards is to tipple, baxdi.] A lumbard is an ale-bar- to lie at the spigot.

Flourite

Flourish. Enter King and Guard.

Cran. [Kneeling. } 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 hear'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. [The King kisses the child. With this kiss take my blefling. God protect thee, Into whose hand I give thy life.

Cran. Amen.

King. My noble goflips, ye have been too prodigal,
I thank you heartily; so shall this lady,
When she has so much Englis.

Cran. Let me speak, 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, heav'n still move about her!
Though in her cradle, yet now promises
Upon this land a thousand thousand blessings,
Which time shall bring to ripeness. She shall be,
(But few or none living can behold that goodness)
A pattern to all Princes living with her,
And all that shall succeed. - Sheba was never
More covetous of wisdom and fair virtue,
Than this blest foul should be. All Princely graces,
That mould up such a mighty piece as this,
With all the virtues that attend the good,
Shall still be doubled on her. Truth shall nurse her:
Holy and heav'nly thoughts still counsel her :
She shall be lov'd and feard, Her own shall bless

her;
Her foes shake, like a field of beaten corn,

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And hang-their heads with sorrow. Good

grows

with
her.
In her days, ev'ry man shall eat in fafety,
Under his own vine, what he plants, and sing
The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours.
God shall be truly known, and those about her
From her shall read the perfect ways of honour,
And claim by those their greatness, not by blood.
['Nor shall this peace Neep with her ; but as when
The bird of wonder dies, the maiden Phænix,
Her ashes new-create another heir,
As great in admiration as herself ;
So shall the leave her blessedness to one,
When heav'n shall call her from this cloud of darkness,
Who from the sacred ashes of her honour
Shall star-like rise, as great in fame as she was,
And so stand fix'd. Peace, Plenty, Love, Truth,

Terror,
That were the servants to this chosen infant,
Shall then be his, and like a vine grow to him:
Where-ever the bright sun of heav'n 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: childrens' children
Shall see this, and bless heav'n.

ber.]

* Nor small this peace sleep with that she was to die; first rejoices

These lines, to the at the consequence, and then lainterruption by the King, seemments the cause. Our author to have been inserted at some was at once politick and idle ; revisal of the play after the ac he resolved to flatter James, but cesfion of King James. If the neglected to reduce the whole paffage, included in crotchets, speech to propriety, or perhaps be ieft out, the speech of Cran- intended that the line inserted mer proceeds in a regular tenour should be spoken in the action, of prediction and continuity of and omitted in the publication, sentiments; but by the interpo- if any publication ever was in his sition of the new lines, he first ce thoughts. Mr. Theobald has made lebrates Elizabeth's successor, and the same observation. then wishes he did not know 3

King,

King. 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 muft, the Saints must have her ; yet a Virgin,
A most unspotted lily she shall pass
To'th' ground, and all the world thall mourn her.

King. O Lord Arch-bishop,
Thou'st made me now a man; never, before
This happy child, did I get any thing.
This oracle of comfort has so pleas'd me,
That when I am in heav'n, I shall desire
To see what this child does, and praise my Maker.
I thank ye all.—To you, my good Lord Mayor,
2 And your good brethren, I am much beholden:
I have receiv'd much honour by your presence,
And

ye

shall find me thankful. Lead the way, Lords;
Ye must all see the Queen, and she must thank ye,
She will be fick else. This day no man think,
H’as businefs at his house, for all shall stay ;
This little one shall make it holy day. (Exeunt.

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2 And you good Brethren,] But coronation about forty years ago the Aldermon never were called drew the people together in mulBrethren to the King. The titudes for a great part of the top of the nobility are but Cou- winter. Yet pomp is not the fins and Counsellors. Dr. Thirt, only merit of this play. The by, therefore, rightly advised; meek forrows and virtucus dil

And your good Brethren tress of Catherine have furnished i. e. the Lord Mayor's Brethren; some scenes which may be juftly which is properly their Style. numbered among the greatest

THEOBALD. efforts of tragedy. But the ge

nius of Shakespeare comes in and The play of Henry the eighth goes out with Catherine. Every is one of those which still keeps other part may be easily conpoffeffion of the stage, by the ceived, and easily written. {plendour of its pageantry. The

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All that are bere. Some come to take their eafe,
And jeep an A&t or two; but those, we fear,
Wi've frighted with our trumpets : so'tis clear,
They'll say, it's naught ; Others, to bear the city
Abus'd extremely, and to cry, That's witty !
Which we have not done neither; that, I fear,
All the expected Good we're like to bear
For this Play at this time, is only in
The merciful construction of good women's
For such a one we fbew'd' 'em. If they smile,
And say 'twill do ; I know within a while

All the best men are ours; for 'tis ill bap,
If tbey bold, when their ladies bid'em clap.

In the character of Catharine.

Though it is verydifficult to de- supposition posible : the procidewhether short pieces be genų. logue and epilogue may have ine or fpurious, yet I cannot re- been written after Shakespeare's ftrain myfelf from expressing my departure from the stage, upop fufpicion that neithertheprologue fome accidental revisal of the nor epilogue to this play is the play, and there will then be work of Shakespeare ; non vultus, reason for imagining that the non color. It appears to me very writer, whoever he was, intendlikely that they were fupplied ed no great kindness to him, by the friendship or officiousness this play being recommended of Johnson, whose manner they by a subtle and covert censure will be perhaps found exactly to of his other works. There is sefemble. There is yet another

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