As if we kept a fair here! Where are these por ters, 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? have We shall Great store of room, no doubt, left for the ladies, Por. An't please your honor, An army cannot rule them. Cham. As I live, If the king blame me for 't, I'll lay ye all Clap round fines for neglect. and on your heads You are lazy knaves; And here ye lie baiting of bumbards,1 when Ye should do service. Hark, the trumpets sound; To let the troop pass fairly, or I'll find A Marshalsea, shall hold you play these two months. Por. Make way there for the princess. Man. You great fellow, stand close up, or I'll make your head ache. 1 Tippling of ale. A bumbard is a black leathern vessel to hold beer. Por. You i'the camlet, get up o' the rail; I'll pick1 you o'er the pales else. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. The Palace.2 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, 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. Gar. K. Heaven, from thy endless goodness, send prosperous life, long, and ever happy, to the high and mighty princess of England, Elizabeth! Florish. Enter KING and train. Cran. [kneeling.] And to your royal grace and the good queen My noble partners and myself thus pray :- 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, When she has so much English. Let me speak, sir, Cran. Upon this land a thousand thousand blessings, Shall still be doubled on her: truth shall nurse her, She shall be loved and fear'd: her own shall bless her; Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow. with her : Good grows In her days, every man shall eat in safety, Her ashes new create another heir, As great in admiration as herself;— 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 honor, Shall starlike rise, as great in fame as she was, terror, That were the servants to this chosen infant, Shall be, and make new nations: he shall florish, K. Hen. Thou speakest wonders. Cran. She shall be, to the happiness of England, An aged princess: many days shall see her, SHAK. IX. V And yet no day without a deed to crown it. 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 pleased me, That, when I am in heaven, I shall desire To see what this child does, and praise my Maker. lords: ye; Ye must all see the queen, and she must thank |