Imatges de pÓgina

Which time fhall bring to ripeness. She shall be
(But few now living can behold that goodness)
A pattern to all Princes living with her,
And all that fhall fucceed. Sheba was never
More covetous of wisdom and fair virtue,
Than this bleft foul fhall be. All Princely graces
That mould up fuch a mighty piece as this,
With all the virtues that attend the good,


Shall still be doubled on her. Truth_shall_nurse
Holy, and heav'nly thoughts ftill counsel her:
She fhall be lov'd and fear'd. Her own fhall blefs her;
Her foes fhake like a field of beaten corn,
And hang their heads with forrow.


Good grows with

In her days ev'ry man fhall eat in fafety
Under his own vine, what he plants, and fing
The merry fongs of peace to all his neighbours.
God fhall be truly known, and thofe about her
From her fhall read the perfect ways of honour,
And claim by those their greatnefs: not by blood.
Nor fhall this peace fleep with her; but as when
The bird of wonder dies, the maiden Phoenix,
Her afhes new create another heir,

As great in admiration as her felf;

So fhall fhe leave her bleffedness to one,
(When heav'n fhall call her from this cloud of darkness}
Who from the facred afhes of her honour

Shall ftar-like rife, as great in fame as fhe was,
And fo ftand fix'd. Peace, plenty, love, truth, terrour,
That were the fervants to this chosen infant,
Shall then be his, and like a vine grow to him;
Where-ever the bright fun of heav'n fhall fhine,
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: children's children
Shall fee this, and bless heav'n.

King. Thou fpeakest wonders.

Cran. She fhall be to the happiness of England, An aged Princefs; many days fhall fee her,


And yet no day without a deed to crown it.
Would I had known no more; but fhe muft die,
She muft, the faints must have her; yet a virgin,
A moft unspotted lilly fhall fhe pafs

To th' ground, and all the world shall mourn her.
King. O lord Arch-bishop,

Thou't made me now a man; never, before
This happy child, did I get any thing.
This oracle of comfort has fo pleas'd me,
That when I am in heav'n, I fhall defire
To fee what this child does, and praise my maker.
I thank ye all
to you, my good Lord-mayor,
And you good brethren, I am much beholden:
I have receiv'd much honour by your prefence,

And ye
fhall find me thankful. Lead the way, lords,
Ye must all fee the Queen, and she must thank ye,
She will be fick elfe. This day no man think
H'as business at his houfe, for all shall stay,
This little one fhall make it holy-day,




*IS ten to one this play can never please All that are here: fome come to take their eases And fleep an act or two; but those we fear } We've frighted with our trumpets: fo 'tis clear They'll fay 'tis naught. Others, to hear the city Abus'd extreamly, and to cry that's witty; Which we have not done neither; that I fear All the expected good w'are like to hear For this play at this time, is only in The merciful construction of good women; (For fuch a one we fhew'd 'em) If they fmile, And fay 't will do; I know within a while All the beft men are ours; for 'tis ill hap, If they hold when their Ladies bid 'em clap.


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