By the heels, and suddenly; and on your heads 541 Ye should do service. Hark, the trumpets sound; A Marshalsea, shall hold you play these two months. Man. You great fellow, stand close up, or I'll make your head ache. 549 Port. You i' the camblet, get up o'the rail; I'll peck you o'er the pales else. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. The Palace. Enter Trumpets, sounding; then two Aldermen, Lord-Mayor, Garter, CRANMER, Duke of NORFOLK with his Marshall's Staff, Duke of SUFFOLK, two Noblemen bearing great standing Bowls for the Christening Gifts; then four Noblemen bearing a Canopy, under which the Dutchess of NORFOLK, Godmother, bearing the Child richly habited in a Mantle, &c. Train borne by a Lady: then follows the Marchioness of DORSET, the other Godmother, 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. Flourish. Enter King, and Train. 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, King. Thank you, good lord archbishop : Cran. Elizabeth. 560 King. Stand up, lord. [The King kisses the Child. With this kiss take my blessing: God protect thee I Into whose hand I give thy life. Cran. Amen. King. My noble gossips, ye have been too prodigal: I thank ye heartily; so shall this lady, When she has so much English. Cran. Let me speak, sir, For Heaven now bids me; and the words I utter And all that shall succeed: Sheba was never 570 580 That That mould up such a mighty piece as this is, : Shall still be doubled on her truth shall nurse her, Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her: She shall be lov'd, and fear'd: Her own shall bless 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, Under his own vine, what he plants; and sing As great in admiration as herself; So shall she leave her blessedness to one 590 (When heaven shall call her from this cloud of dark ness), Who, from the sacred ashes of her honour, 600 Shall star-like rise, as great in fame as she was, And, And, like a mountain cedar, reach his branches 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 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 This oracle of comfort has so pleas'd me, That, when I am in heaven, I shall desire 611 620 To see what this child does, and praise my Maker.- Ye must all see the queen, and she must thank ye, [Exeunt. EPILOGUE. 'Tis ten to one, this play can never please All that are here: Some come to take their ease, THE END. 10 |