Enter Lord Chamberlain, Cham. Mercy o'me; what a multitude are here! They grow ftill too; from all parts they are coming, As if we kept a fair, Where are these porters? Thefe lazy knaves? ye've made a fine hand, fellows? There's a trim rabble let in; are all these Your faithful friends o' th' fuburbs? we fhall have We are but men, and what fo many may do, Cham. As I live, If the King blame me for't, I'll lay ye all A Marfbalfea fhall hold ye play these two months. ་་ ་་་ Man. You great fellow, ftand close up, or I'll make your head ake. Port. You i' th' camblet, get up o' th' rail, I'll peck you o'er the pales elfe. [Exeunt. SCENE SCENE VIII. The PALACE. Enter trumpets founding; 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 chriftning gifts; then four Noblemen bearing a canopy, under which the Dutchefs of Norfolk, god-mother, bearing the Child richly habited in a mantle, &c. Train born by a Lady: then follows the Marchioness of Dorfet, the other god-mother, and Ladies. The troop pass once about the stage, and Garter Speaks. Gart. Heav'n, from thy endless goodness fend long life, And ever happy, to the high and mighty Princefs of England, fair Elizabeth! · Flourish. Enter King and Guard. Cran. And to your royal Grace, and the good Queen, My noble partners and my felf thus pray; All comfort, joy, in this moft gracious Lady, King. Thank you, good Lord Arch-bishop: Cran. Elizabeth King. Stand-up, Lord. With this kifs take my bleffing: God protect thee, Into whofe hand I give thy life! Cran. Amen! King. My noble goffips, you have been too prodigal, I thank ye heartily: fo fhall this Lady, When the has fo much English.. Cran, Let me fpeak, Sir, (For heav'n now bids me) and the words I utter, She fhall be lov'd and fear'd. Her own fhall blefs her; And hang their heads with forrow. Good grows with her; Under his own vine, what he plants; and fing 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 darknefs) Who from the facred afhes of her honour Shall ftar-like rife, as great in fame as she was, And so stand fix'd. Peace, plenty, love, truth, terrour, His His honour and the greatness of his name, Shall be, and make new nations. He fhall flourish,' King. Thou fpeakeft wonders. Cran. She fhall be, to the happiness of England, Unto the ground, and all the world fhall mourn her. Thou ft made me now a man; never, before To fee what this child, does, and praise my Maker. And [Exeunt. EPILOGUE. We've frighted with our IS ten to one this play can never please All that are here: Some come to take their ease, And fleep an act or two; but those we fear trumpets: fo 'tis clear They'll say it's 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 bear For this play at this time, is only in The merciful conftruction of good women ; (For fuch a one we fhew'd 'em) If they fmile, And fay '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. The End of the FOURTH VOLUME. OXFORD |