So shall she leave her blessedness to one,

When heaven 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:
Wherever the bright sun of heaven 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:-our children's children
Shall see this, and bless heaven.

K. Hen.
Thou speakest wonders.
Cran. She shall be, to the happiness of England,
An agèd 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(154) the ground, and all the world shall mourn her.
K. Hen. O lord archbishop,

Thou hast 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 heaven I shall desire

To see what this child does, and praise my Maker.—
I thank ye all.To you, my good lord mayor,
And your good brethren,(155) I am much beholding;
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 sick else. This day no man think
'Has business at his house; for all shall stay:
This little one shall make it holiday.

(154) To] Qy. "Unto "?

[Exeunt.

(155) And your good brethren,] The folio has "And you good Brethren.” -Corrected by Thirlby.

EPILOGUE.

'Tis ten to one this play can never please
All that are here: some come to take their ease,
And sleep an act or two; but those, we fear,
We've frighted with our trumpets; so, 'tis clear,
They'll say 'tis naught: others, to hear 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 hear
For this play at this time, is only in
The merciful construction of good women;
For such a one we show'd 'em: if they smile,
And say 'twill do, I know, within a while
All the best men are ours; for 'tis ill hap,
If they hold when their ladies bid 'em clap.

END OF VOLUME FIFTH.

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