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His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him;

Re-enter GRIFFITH with CAPUCIUS. For then, and not till then, he felt hinself,

If my sight fail not, And found the blessedness of being little:

You should be lord ambassador from the emperor, And, to add greater honors to his age

My royal nephew, and your name Capucius, Than man could give him, he died, fearing God

Cap. Madam, the same, your servant. Kath. After my death I wish no other herald,


O, my lord, No other speaker of my living actions,

The times, and titles, now are alter'd strangely To keep mine honor from corruption,

With me, since first you knew me. But, I pray you, But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.

What is your pleasure with me? Whom I most hated living, thou hast made me


Noble lady, With thy religious truth, and modesty,

First, mine own service to your grace; the next, Now in his ashes honor: Peace be with him!

The king's request that I would visit you; Patience, be near me still; and set me lower:

Who grieves much for your weakness, and by me I have not long to trouble thee.-Good Griffith, Cause the musicians play me that sad note

Sends you his princely commendations,

And heartily entreats you take good comfort.
I named my knell, whilst I sit meditating
On that celestial harmony I go to.

Kath. O my good lord, that comfort comes too

late; Sad and solemn Music.

'Tis like a pardon after execution: Grif. She is asleep. Good wench, let's sit down That gentle physic, given in time, had cured me ;

But now I am past all comforts here, but prayers. quiet,

How does his highness? For fear we wake her ;--Softly, gentle Patience.


Madam, in good health. The Vision. Enter, solemnly tripping one after Kath. So may he ever do! and ever flourish,

another, six Personages, clar in white robes, When I shall dwell with worms, and my poor name wearing on their heads garlands of bays and Banish'd the kingdom !-Patience, is that letter golden rizards on their faces : branches of bays I caus'd you write, yet sent away? or palm in their hands. They first congee unto Pat.

No, madam. her, then dance; and, at certain changes, the first

(Givin g it to KATHARINE.

8 two hold a spare garland over her heart; at which, Kath. Sir, I most humbly pray you to deliver the other four make reverenil court' sies; then the This to my lord the king. two that held the garland, rleliver the same to the Cap.

Most willing, madam. other next two, who observe the same order in Kath. In which I have commended to his goodtheir changes, and holding the garland over her head; which done, they deliver the same garland | The model of our chaste loves, his young daughto the last two, who likewise observe the same or

ter; der: at which, (as it were by inspiration,) she The dews of heaven fall thick in blessings on her! makes in her sleep signs of rejoicing, and holdeth Beseeching him to give her virtuous breeding; up her hands to heaven: and so in their dancing (She is young, and of a noble modest nature; they vanish, carrying the garland with them. I hope, she will deserve well;) and a little The music continues.

To love her for her mother's sake, that lov'd him, Kath. Spirits of peace, where are ye? Are ye all Heaven knows how dearly. My next poor petition gone?

Is, that his noble grace would have some pity And leave me here in wretchedness behind ye?

Upon my wretched women, that so long Grif. Madam, we are here.

Have follow'd both my fortunes faithfully: Kaih.

It is not you I call for: Of which there is not one, I dare avow, Saw ye none enter, since I slept?

(And now I should not lie,) but will deserve Grif.

None, madam. For virtue, and true beauty of the soul,
Kath. No? Saw you not, even now, a blessed troop For honesty, and decent carriage,
Invite me to a banquet; whose bright faces

A right good husband, let him be a noble;
Cast thousand beams upon me, like the sun? And, sure, those men are happy that shall have
They promis'd me eternal happiness;

them. And brought me garlands, Griffith, which I feel

The last is, for my men :-they are the poorest, I am not worthy yet to wear: I shall,

But poverty could never draw them from me:Assuredly.

That they may have their wages duly paid them, Grif. I am most joyful, madam, such good and something over to remember me by; dreams

If heaven had pleasd to have given me longer life, Possess your fancy.

And able means, we had not parted thus.
Bid the music leave,

These are the whole contents :-And, good my They are harsh and heavy to me. (Music ceases.

lord, Pat.

Do you note,

By that you love the dearest in this world, How much her grace is alter'd on the sudden? As you wish christian peace to souls departed, How long her face is drawn? How pale she looks, Stand these poor people's friend, and urge the king And of an earthy cold ? Mark you her eyes?

To do me this last right. Grif. She is going, wench; pray: pray.


By heaven, I will;
Heaven comfort her? Or let me lose the fashion of a man!

Kath. I thank you, honest lord. Remember me
Enter a Messenger.

In all humility unto his highness :
Mess. An't like your grace,-

Say, his long trouble now is passing
You are a saucy fellow:

Out of this world: tell him, in death I bless'd him, Deserve we no more reverence ?

For so I will.-Mine eyes grow dim.-Farewell, Grif.

You are to blame, My lord.-Griffith, farewell.-Nay, Patience, Knowing, she will not lose her wonted greatness,

You must not leave me yet. I must to bed; To use so rude behaviour: go to, kneel.

Call in more women. When I am dead, good wench, Mess. I humbly do entreat your highness' pardon: Let me be used with honor; strew me over My haste made me unmannerly: There is staying With maiden flowers, that all the world may know A gentleman, sent from the king, to see you.

I was a chaste wife to my grave: embalm me, Kath. Admit him entrance, Griffith: But this Then lay me forth: although unqueen’d, yet like fellow

A queen, and daughter to a king, inter me. Let me ne'er see again.

I can no more. -- [Exeunt, leading KATHARINL [Exeunt GRIFFITH and Messenger.

• Afterwards queen Mary.




SCENE I.-- A Gallery in the Palace.

Suf. Sir, I did never win of you before.

K. Hen. But little, Charles; Enter GARDINER, Bishop of Winchester, a Page, Nor shall not, when my fancy's on my play.-, with a Torch before hiš, wet by Sir THOMAS Now, Lovell, from the queen what is the news ? LOVELL.

Lov. I could not personally deliver to her Gar. It's one o'clock, boy, is't nut?

What you commanded me, but by her woman Boy

It hath struck. I sent your message; who return'd her thanks Gar. These should be hours for necessities, In the greatest humbleness, and desired your highNot for delights; times to repair sur nature With comforting repose, and not for us

Most heartily to pray for her. To waste these times.—Good hour of night, sir K. Hen.

What say'st thou ? ha? Thomas !

To pray for her? what, is she crying out ? Whither so late?

Lov. So said her woman; and that her sufferLov. Came you from the king, my lord?

ance made Gar. I did, sir Thomas; and left him at primerot Almost each pang a death. With the duke of Suffolk.

K. Hen.

Alas, good lady! • Lou.

I must to him too, Suf. God safely quit her of her burden, and Before he go to bed. I'll take


With gentle travail, to the gladding of
Gar. Not yet, sir Thomas Lovell. What's the Your highness with an heir!

K. Hen.

'Tis midnight, Charles, It seems, you are in haste: an if there be

Pr’ythee, to bed; and in thy prayers remember No great offence belongs to't, give your friend The estate of my poor queen. Leave me alone, Some touch of your late business : Affairs, that For I must think of that, which company walk

Will not be friendly to. (As, they say spirits do) at midnight, have


I wish your highness
In them a wilder nature, than the business A quiet night, and my good inistress will
That seeks despatch by day.

Remember in my prayers.
My lord, I love you : K. Hen.

Charles, good night. And durst commend a secret to your ear

(Exit SUFFOLK. Much weightier than this work. The queen's in

Enter SIR ANTHONY Dexxy. labor, They say, in great extremity; and fear’d,

Well, sir, what follows? She'll with the labor end.

Den. Sir, I have brought my lord the archbishop, Gar. The fruit, she goes with, As you commanded me.

K. Hen. I pray for heartily; that it may tind

Ha! Canterbury ? Good time, and live: but for the stock, sır Thomas,

Den. Ay, my good lord. I wish it grubb’d up now.

K. Hen.

'Tis true: Where is he, Denny? Lov. Methinks, I could

Den. He attends your highness' pleasure. Cry the amen; and yet my conscience says

K. Hen.

Bring him to us. She's a good creature, and, sweet lady, does

[Erit DENNY. Deserve our better wishes.

Loo. This is about that which the bishop spake; Gur.

But, sir, sir,-
I am happily come hither.

[Aside. Hear me, sir Thomas : you are a gentleman

Re-enter DENNY, with CRANMER. Of mine own way; I know you wise, religious;

K. Hen. And, let me tell you, it will ne'er be well,

Avoid the gallery. 'Twill not, sir Thomas Lovell, take't of me,

(LOVELL seems to stay.

Ha !-I have said.-Be gone. Till Cranmer, Cromwell, her two hands, and she,

WhatSleep in their graves.

[Exeunt LOVELL and Denny. Lov. Now, sir, you speak of two

Cran. I am fearful : Wherefore frowns he thus? The most remark’d i' the kingdom. As for Crom- | 'Tis his aspect of terror. All's not well. well,

K. Hen. How now, my lord? You do desire to

know Beside that of the jewel-house, he's made master O'the rolls, and the king's secretary; further, sir, Wherefore I sent for you

Cran. Stands in the gap and trade of more preferments,

It is my duty, With which the time will load him: The archbi. To attend your highness' pleasure.

K. Hen. shop

Pray you, arise, Is the king' hand, and tongue; And who dare My good and gracious lord of Canterbury. speak

Come, you and I must walk a turn together;

I have news to tell you: Come, come, give me One syllable against him? Gar. Yes, yes, sir Thomas,

your hand. There are that dare; and I myself have ventur'd

Ah, my good lord, I grieve at what I speak, To speak my mind of him: and, indeed, this day, And am right sorry to repeat what follows: Şir, (I may tell it you,) I think, I have

I have, and most unwillingly, of late Incens'di the lords o''the council, that he is

Heard many grievous, I do say, my lord, (For so I know he is, they know he is)

Grievous complaints of you; which, being con

sider'd, A most arch heretic, a pestilence That does infect the land : with which they moved, Have mov'd us and our council, that you shall Have broken with the king; who hath so far

This morning come before us; where, I know, Given ear to our complaint, (of his great grace

You cannot with such freedom purge yourself, And princely care; foreseeing those fell mischiefs, But that, till further trial in those charges Our reasons laid before him, ) he hath commanded which will require your answers, you must take To-morrow morning to the council-board

Your patience to you, and be well contented He be convented.? He's a rank weed, sir Thomas, To make your house our Tower: You a brother of

us,8 And we must root him out. From your affairs I hinder you too long: good night, sir Thomas.

It fits we thus proceed, or else no witness

Would come against you. Lov. Many good nights, my lord: I rest your

Cran. servant. (Exeunt GARDINER and Page. And am right glad to catch thiş good occasion,

I humbly thank your highness, As LOVELL is going out, enter the King and the

Most thoroughly to be winnow'd, where my chatt DUKE OF SUFFOLK.

And corn shall fly asunder: for, I know, K. Hen. Charles, I will play no more to-night; There's none stands under more calumnious My mind's not on't, you are too hard for me.

tongues, A game at cards.

• Told their minds to. Than I myself, poor man. *Summoned.

• One of the council.

Set on.


K. Hen.

Stand up, good Canterbury ; | That was sent to me from the council, pray'd me Thy truth, and thy integrity, is rooted

To make great haste. All fast? what means this? In us, thy friend: Give me ihy hand, stand up;

-Hoa !
Pr’ythee, let's walk. Now, by my holy-dame, Who waits there?-Sure you know me?
What manner of man are you? My lord, I look'd

D. Keep.

Yes, my lord; You would have given me your petition, that But yet I cannot help you. I should have ta'en some pains to bring together Cran.

Why? Yourself and your accusers; and to have heard you D. Keep. Your grace must wait till you be call'd Without indurance, further. Crun. Most dread liege,

Enter DOCTOR BUTTg. The good I stand on is my truth, and honesty ;


If they shall fail, I, with mine enemies,
Will triumph o'er my person; which I weigh not, I came this way so happily: The king

Butts. This is a piece of malice; I am glad
Being of those virtues vacant. I fear nothing
What can be said against me.

Shall understand it presently. (Exit BUTTS. K. Hen.

Know you not how
Cran. (Aside.)

'Tis Butts, Yourstate stands i'the world, with the whole world? The king's physician: As he past along, Your enemies

How earnestly he cast his eyes upon me! Are many, and not small; their practices

Pray heaven, he sound not my disgrace! For cerMust bear the same proportion: and not ever

tain, The justice and the truth o' the question carries

This is of purpose lay'd, by some that hate me, The due o' the verdict with it: At what ease

(God turn their hearts! I never sought their malice,) Might corrupt minds procure knaves as corrupt

To quench mine honor: they would shame to Toswear against you! such things have been done.

make me
You are potently oppos'd; and with a malice Wait else at door; a fellow-counsellor,
Of as great size.' Wcen you of better luck. Among boys, grooms, and lackeys. But their
I mean in perjur'd witness, than your Master,

Whose minister you are, whiles here he liv'd' Must be fultill'd, and I attend with patience.
Upon this naughty earth? Go to, go to;
You take a precipice for no leap of danger,

Enter, at a Window above, the King and BUTTS. And woo your own destruction.

Butts. I'll show your grace the strangest sight, Cran. God, and your majesty, K. Hen.

What's ihat, Butts? Protect mine innocence, or I fall into

Butts. I think your highness saw this many a day. The trap is laid for me!

K. Hen. Body' o'me, where is it?
K. Hen.
Be of good cheer;

There, my lord. They shall no more prevail, than we give way to.

The high promotion of his grace of Canterbury ; Keep comfort to you; and this morning see

Who holds his state at door, 'mongst pursuivants, You do appear before them: if they shall chance, Pages, and footboys. In charging you with matters, to commit you,

K. Hen.

Ha! 'Tis he, indeed : The best persuasions to the contrary

Is this the honor they do one another? Fail not to use, and with what vehemency

"Tis well, there's one above them yet. I had thought, The occasion shall instruct you: if entreaties They had parted so much honesty amongst them, Will render you no reinedy, this ring

(At least, good manners,) as not thus to suffer Deliver them, and your appeal to us

À man of his place, and so near our favor, There make before them.-Look, the good man

To dance attendance on their lordship's pleasures, weeps!

And at the door too, like a post with packets.
He's honest, on mine honor. God's blest mother! By holy Mary, Butts, there's knavery:
I swear, he is true-hearted; and a soul

Let them alone, and draw the curtain close ;
None better in my kingdom.-Get yo'l gone.

We shall hear more anon.And do as I have bid you.-[Exit CHANMER.] He

The Council-Chamber. has strangled His language in his tears.

Enter the Lord Chancellor, the DUKES OF SUFFOLK

and NORFOLK, EARL OF SURREY, Lord Cha m. Enter an old Lady.

berlain, GARDINER, and CROMWELL. The ChanGent. (Within.] Come back; What mean you?

cellor places himself at the upper end of the Lady. I'll not come back; the tidings that I bring

Table, on the left hand; a Seat being left void Will make my boldness manners.-Now, good

above him, as for the ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERangels

BURY. The rest seat themselves in order on each Fly o'er thy royal head, and shade thy person

side. CROMWELL at the lower end as Secretary. Under their blessed wings!

Chan. Speak to the business, master secretary : K. Hen.

Now, by thy looks Why are we met in council ! I guess thy message. Is the queen deliver'd ?


Please your honors, Say, ay; and of a boy?

The chief cause concerns his grace of Canterbury. Lady. Ay, ay, my liege;

Gar. Has he had knowledge of it? And of a lovely boy: The God of heaven


Yes. Both now and ever bless her!—'tis a girl,


Who waits there ? Promises boys hereafter. Sir, your queen

D. Keep. Without, my noble lords? Desires your visitation, and to be


Yes. Acquainted with this stranger; 'tis as like you D. Keep.

My lord archbishop; As cherry is to cherry.

And has done halfan hour, to know your pleasures. K. Hen. Lovell,

Chan. Let him come in.

D. Kеер.

Your grace may enter now Lov.


[CRANMER approaches the Council-Table.

Chan. My good lord archbishop, I am very sorry K. Hen. Give her an hundred marks. I'll to

(Exit King.

To sit here at this present, and behold Lady. An hundred marks! by this light, I'll have

That chair stand empty: But we all are men,

In our own natures frail; out of which frailty, more : An ordinary groom is for such payment;

And want of wisdom, you, that best should teach us, I will have more, or scold it out of him.

Have misdemean'd yourself, and not a little, Said I for this, the girl is like to him?

Toward the king first, then his laws, în filling

The whole realm, by your teaching, and your bapI will have more, or else unsay't; and now While it is hot, I'll put it to the issue. (Exeunt.


(For so we are inform d,) with new opinions, SCENE II.-Lobby before the Council-Chamber. Divers and dangerous, which are heresies, Enter Cranmer; Servants, Door-Keeper, &c., at- And, not reform'd, may prove pernicious. tending.

Gar. Which reformation must be sudden too, Cran. I hope, I am not too late; and yet the My noble lords : for those that tame wild horses,

Pace them not in their hands to make them gentle gentleman,

But stop their mouths with stubborn bits, and spor . Think.



the queen.

Till they obey the manage. If we suffer


Receive him, (Out of our easiness and childish pity

And see him safe i' the Tower. To one man's honor) this contagious sickness,


Stay, good my lords ; Farewell, all physic; And what follows then?' I have a little yet to say. Look there, my lords; Commotions, uproars, with a general taint

By virtue of that ring, I take my cause
Of the whole state: as, of late days, our neighbors, out of the gripes of cruel men, and give it
The upper Germany, can dearly witness,

To a most noble judge, the king my master.
Yet freshly pitied in our memories.

Cham. This is the king's ring: Cran. My good lords, hitherto, in all the progress Sur.

Tis no counterfeit. Both of my life and office, I have labor'd,

Suf: 'Tis the right ring, by heaven: I told ye all, And with no little study, that my teaching, When we tirst put this dangerous stone a rolling, And the strong course of my authority,

'Twould fall upon ourselves. Might go one way, and safely; and the end


Do you think, my lords, Was ever, to do well; nor is there living,

The king will suffer but the little finger (I speak it with a single heart, my lords,)

Of this man to be vex'd ? À man, that more detests, more stirs against,


'Tis now too certain: Both in his private conscience, and his place, How much more is his life in value with him? Defacers of a public peace, than I do.

'Would I were fairly out on't. 'Pray heaven, the king may never find a heart Crom.

My mind gave me,
With less allegiance in it! Men, that make In seeking tales, and informations,
Envy, and crooked malice, nourishment,

Against this man,(whose honesty the devil
Dare bite the best. I do beseech your lordships, And his disciples only envy at,)
That, in this case of justice, my accusers,

Ye blew the fire that burns ye : Now have at ye. Be what they will, may stand forth face to face,

Enter King, frowning on them; takes his Seat. And freely urge against me. Suf.

Nay, my lord,

Gar. Dread sovereign, how much are we bound That cannot be; you are a counsellor,

to heaven And, by that virtue, no man dare accuse you.

In daily thanks, that gave us such a prince; Gar. My lord, because we have business of more Not only good and wise, but most religious: moment,

One that, in all obedience, makes the church We will be short with you. 'Tis his highness' The chief aim of his honor; and, to strengthen pleasure,

That holy duty, out of dear respect, And our consent, for better trial of you,

His royal self in judgment comes to hear From hence you be committed to the Tower;

The cause betwixt her and this great offender! Where, being but a private man again,

K. Hen. You were ever good at sudden commen You shall know many dare accuse you boldly,

dations, More than, I fear, you are provided for.

Bishop of Winchester. But know, I come not Cran.Ah, my good lord of Winchester,I thank you, To bear such fattery now, and in my presence; You are always my good friend; if your will pass, They are too thin and base to hide offences. I shall both tind your lordship judge and juror,

To me you cannot reach; you play the spaniel, You are so merciful; I see your end,

And think with wagging of your tongue to win me, 'Tis my undoing: Love, and meekness, lord,

But whatsoe'er thou tak'st me for, I am sure, Become a churchman better than ambition; Thou hast a cruel nature, and a bloody.Win straying souls with modesty again,

Good man, (TO CRANMER.) sit down. Now let me Cast none away. That I shall clear myself,

see ihe proudest Lay all the weight ye can upon my patience,

He, that daręs most, but wag his finger at thee: I make as little doubt, as you do conscience,

By all's that's holy, he had better starve, In doing daily wrongs. I could say more,

Than but once think this place becomes thee not. But reverence to your calling makes me modest. Sur. May it please your grace,Gar. My lord, my lord, you are a sectary,

K. Hen.

No, sir, it does not please me. That's the plain truth; your painted gloss discovers, I had thought I had had men of some understandTo men that understand you, words and weakness.

ing Crom. My lord of Winchester, you are a little,

And wisdom, of my council; but I find none. By your good favor, too sharp; men so noble, Was it discretion, lords, to let this man, However faulty, yet should sind respect

This good man, (few of you deserve that title,). For what they have been : 'tis a cruelty,

This honest man, wait like a lousy footboy To load a falling nan.

At chamber door? and one as great as you are ? Gar. Good master secretary,

Why, what a shame was this? Did my commis I cry your honor mercy; you may, worst

sion Of all this table, say so.

Bid ye so far forget yourselves! I gave ye
Why, my lord ?

Power, as he was a counsellor, to try him,
Gar. Do not I know you for a favorer

Not as a groom: There's some of ye, I see, Of this new sect? Ye are not sound.

More out of malice than integrity, Crom.

Not sound? Would try him to the utmost, had ye mean; Gar. Not sound, I say:

Which ye shall never have; while I live. Crom. 'Would you were half so honest! Chan.

Thus far Men's prayers then would seek you, not their fears. My most dread sovereign, may it like your grace,

Gar. I shall remember this bold language. To let my tongue excuse all. What was purpos'd Crom.

Do. Concerning his imprisonment, was rather Remember your bold life too.

(If there be faith in men) meant for his trial, Chan.

This is too much; And fair purgation to the world, than malice, Forbear, for shame, my lords.

I am sure, in me. Gar.

I have done.

K. Hen. Well, well, my lords, respect him; Crom.

And I. Take him, and use him well, he's worthy of it. Chan. Then thus for you, my lord,–It stands I will say thus much for him, If a prince agreed,

May be beholden to a subject, I I take it, by all voices, that forthwith

Am, for his love and service, so to him. You be convey'd to the Tower a prisoner;

Make me no more ado, but all embrace him? There to remain, till the king's further pleasure Be friends, for shame, my lords.--My lord of CanBe known unto us: Are you all agreed, lords?

terbury, All. We are.

I have a suit which you must not deny me; Cran. Is there no other way of mercy, That is, a fair young maid that yet wants baptism, But I must needs to the Tower, my lords?

You must be godfather, and answer for her.

What other Cran. The greatest monarch now alive may glory Would you expect? You are strangely troublesome! In such an honor; How may I deserve it, Let some o' the guard be ready there.

That am a poor and humble subject to you?

K. Hen. Come, come, my lord, you'd spare your Enter Guard.

spoons;' you shall have Cran.

For me? 1 It was an ancient custom for sponsors to present spoons Must I go like a traitor thither?

to their god-children.



(Ere uzat.

Two noble partners with you; the old duchess of draw mine honor in, and let them win the work. Nortolk,

The devil was amongst them, I think, surely. And lady marquis Dorset; Will these please you? Port. These are the youths that thunder at a Once more, my lord of Winchester, I charge you, play-house, and fight for bitten apples; that no Embrace, and love this man.

audience, but the Tribulation of Tower-hill, or the Gar.

With a true heart, Limbs of Limehouse, their dear brothers, are able to And brother-love, I do it.

endure. I have some of them in Limbó Patrum,? Cran. And let heaven

and there they are like to dance these three days ; Witness, how dear I hold this contirmation. besides the running banquet of two beadles, that K. Hen. Good man, those joyful tears show thy is to come.

true heart. The common voice, I see, is verified

Enter the Lord Chamberlain. Of thee, which says thus, Do my lord of Canter- Cham. Mercy o' me, what a multitude are here. bury

They grows still too, from all parts they are com• A shrewd turn, and he is your friend for ever.

ing, Come, lords, we trifle time away; I long

As if we kept a fair here! Where are these porTo have this young one made a Christian.

ters, As I have made ye one, lords, one remain; These lazy 'knaves ?-Ye have made a fine hand, So I grow stronger, you more honor gain.

[Exeunt. There's a trim 'rabble let in: Are all these

Your faithful friends o'the suburbs? We shall have
SCENE III.--The Palace Yard.

Great store of room, no doubt, left for the ladies, Noise and Tumult within. Enter Porter and his When they pass back from the christening. Man.


An't please your honor, Port. You'll leave your noise anon, ye rascals:

We are but men; and what so many may do,

Not being torn a pieces, we have done :
Do you take the court for Paris-garden ?? ye rude
slaves, leave your gaping.3

An army cannot rule them.

As I live,
(Within.] Good master porter, I belong to the

If the king blame me for't, I'll lay ye all Port. Belong to the gallows, and be hanged, you Clap round tines, for neglect: You are lazy kna ves;

By the heels, and suddenly; and on your heads rogue: Is this the place to roar in ?-Fetch me dozen crab-tree staves, and strong ones; these are

And here ye lie baiting of bumbards, when but switches to them.-1'll scratch your heads:

Ye should do service. "Hark, the trumpets sound; You must be seeing christenings? Do you look for They are come already from the christening: ale and Cake here, you rude rascals?

Go, break among the press, and find a way out Mun. Pray, sir, be patient; 'tis as much impos

To let the troop pass fairly; or I'll find sible

A Marshalsea,shall hold you play these two months. (Unless we sweep them from the door with can

Port. Make way there for the princess. nons)

Man. You great fellow, stand close up, or To scatter them, as 'tis to make them sleep make your head ache.

Port. You i' the camblet, get up o' the rail; I'll
On May-day morning; which will never be:
We may as well push against Paul's, as stir them. pick' you o'er the pales else.
Por. How got they in, and be hang'd ?

SCENE IV.-The Palace.2
Man. Alas, I know not: How gets the tide in ?
As much as one sound cudgel of four foot

Enter Trumpets, sounding; then two Aldermen, You see the poor remainder) could distribute,

Lord Mayor, Garter, CRANMER, DUKE OF NORmade no spare, sir.

FOLK, with his Marshal's Stoff, DUKE OF SUF Port. You did nothing, sir.

FOLK, two Noblemen hearing great standing Man. I am not Samson, nor sir Guy, nor Col

Bowls for the Christening Gifts; then fuu brand,4 to mow them down before me: but, if I

Noblemen, bearing a Canopy, under which the spared any, that had a head to hit, either young

DCCHESS OF NORFOLK, Godmother, bearing the or old, he or she, cuckold or cuckold-maker, let me

Child richly hatrited in Mantle, &c., Train never hope to see a chine again, and that I would

borne by a Lady, then follows the MARCHION not for a cow, God save her.

ESS OF DORSET, the other Godmother, and (Within.] Do you hear, master porter ?

Ladies. The Troop pass once about the stage, Port. I shall be with you presently, good master

and Garter speaks. puppy.-Keep the door close, sirrah.

Gart. Heaven, from thy endless goodness, send, Man. What would you have me do?

prosperous life, long, and ever happy, to the high Port. What should you do but knock them down and mighty princess of England, Elizabeth. by the dozens? Is this Moortields to muster in ? or have we some strange Indian with the great tool

Flourish. Enter King and Train. come to court, the women so besiege us? Bless Cran. (Kneeling.) And to your royal grace, and me, what a fry of fornication is at door! On my

the good queen, Christian conscience, this one christening will be- | My noble partners, and myself, thus pray S get a thousand; here will be father, godfather, and All comfort, joy, in this most gracious lady, all together.

Heaven ever laid up to make parents happy, Man. The spoons will be the bigger, sir. There may hourly fall upon ye! is a fellow somewhat near the door, he should be K. Hen. Thank you, good lord archbishop; a brazier by his face, for, o' my conscience, twenty,

What is her name? of the dog-days now reign in's nose; all that stand Cran.

Elizabeth. about him are under the line, they need no other K. Hen.

Stand up, lord. penance: That fire-drake did I hit three times on

[The King kisses the Child. the head, and three times was his nose discharged With this kiss take my blessing: God protect thee: against me; he stands there, like a mortar-piece, Into whose hands I give thy life. to blow us. There was a haberdasher's wife of Cran.

Amen. small wit near him that railed upon me till her K. Hen. My noble gossips, ye have beel) pink'd porringeri fell off her head, for kindling such

prodigal : a combustion in the state. I miss'd the meteor6 I thank ye heartily, so shall this lady, once, and hit that woman, who cried out, clubs ! When she has so much English. when I might see from far some torty truncheoneers Cran. draw to her succor, which were the hope of the For heaven now bids me; and the words utter. Strand, where she was quartered. They fell on; none think flattery, for they'll tind them truth I made good my place; at length they came to the This royal infant, (Heaven still move about her!) broomstaff' with me, I detied them still; when sun- | Though in her cradle, yet now promises denly a file of boys behind them, loose shot, deliv. Upon this land a thousand thousand blessings: ered such a shower of pebbles, that I was fain to Which time shall bring to ripeness: "She shal be

, The bear garden on the Bank-side. 3 Roaring. Place of confinement. • A dessert of whippi Ds. • Guy of Warwick, nor Colbrand the Danish giant. 9 Black leather vessels to hold beer. · Pink'd cap. • The brazier. · Pitch.

- At Greenwich.


Let me speak sir,

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