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will beget a thousand; here will be father, god-father, and all together.
Man. The spoons will be the bigger, fir. There is a fellow fomewhat near the door, he should be a brafier by his face, for, o' my conscience, twenty of the dog-days now reign in's nofe; all that stand about him are under the line, they need no other penance: That 'fire-drake did I hit three times on the head, and three times was his nofe discharg'd against me; he stands there, like a mortarpiece, to blow us up. There was a haberdasher's wife of fmall wit near him, that rail'd upon me 'till her 'pink'd porringer fell off her head, for kindling fuch a combustion in the ftate. I miss'd the meteor once, and hit that woman, who cry'd out, clubs! when I might fee from far fome forty truncheoneers draw to her fuccour, which were the hope of the ftrand, where fhe was quarter'd. They fell on; I made good my place; at length they came to the broomstaff with me, I defy'd 'em ftill; when fuddenly a file of boys behind 'em, "loofe fhot, deliver'd fuch a shower of pebbles, that I was fain to draw mine honour in, and let 'em win the work: The devil was amongst 'em, I think, furely.
Port. These are the youths that thunder at a play-house, and fight for bitten apples; that no audience, but the Tribulation of Tower-hill, or the limbs of Limehouse, their dear brothers, are able to endure. I have fome of
Pa brafier]-quibble, between the artificer, and inftrument fo called. fire-drake]-piece of fire work-and meteor-this fame brafier. pink'd porringer]-cap of fuch fashion.
TAMING OF A SHREW, Act IV. S. III. Pet. clubs!]-for affiftance.
the bope]-the flower, the champions. loofe foot,]-random fhooters.
▾ the Tirbulation of Tower-hill,-the limbs of Limehouse,]—a meeting houfe there fo called another puritanical conventicle-lambs.
'em in Limbo Patrum, and there they are like to dance these three days; befides the running banquet of two beadles, that is to come.
Enter the Lord Chamberlain.
Cham. Mercy o'me, what a multitude are here!
These lazy knaves?-Ye have made a fine hand, fellows.
Port. Please your houour,
We are but men; and what so many may do,
Cham. As I live,
If the king blame me for't, I'll lay ye all
A Marshalfea, fhall hold you play these two months.
Man. You great fellow, ftand close up, or I'll make your head ake.
"Limbo Patrum,]-a nick name for his lodge.
* the running banquet of two beadles,]-a publick whipping.
Y baiting of bumbards,]-tofing of tankards, caroufing.
Port. You i'the camblet, get off the rail; I'll pecke
you o'er the pales else.
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 ftanding bowls for the christening gifts; then four Noblemen bearing a canopy, under which the Dutchefs 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 ftage, and Garter fpeaks.
Gart. Heaven, from thy endless goodness, fend profperous life, long, and ever happy, to the high and mighty princess of England, Elizabeth!
Flourish. Enter King, and Train.
Cran. [Kneeling.] And to your royal grace, and the good queen,
My noble partners, and myself, thus pray ;-
King. Thank you, good lord archbishop:
King. Stand up, lord.[The King kiffes the child. With this kifs take my bleffing: God protect thee!
Z pecke]-pitch-picke-throw." as high "As I could picke my lance."
CORIOLANUS, A&t I. S. 1. Cor.
Into whose hand I give thy life.
King. My noble goffips, ye have been too prodigal :
Cran. Let me fpeak, fir,
For Heaven now bids me; and the words I utter
And all that fhall fucceed: Sheba was never
Shall ftill be doubled on her: truth fhall nurse her,
She shall be lov'd, and fear'd: Her own fhall bless her;
Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn,
And hang their heads with forrow: Good grows with her:
Under his own vine, what he plants; and fing
The merry fongs of peace to all his neighbours :
Nor fball this peace fleep with her :]-This complimentary addrefs to James I. was probably inferted after his acceffion to the crown.
Her afhes new create another heir,
(When heaven shall call her from this cloud of darkness)
Shall ftar-like rife, as great in fame as fhe was,
To all the plains about him :-Our children's children
King. Thou fpeakest wonders,
Cran. She fhall be, to the happiness of England,
To the ground, and all the world fhall mourn her.
Thou haft made me now a man; never, before
Thou Speakest wonders.]-The king's reply would be much more pertinent, had the paffage, included in crotchets, with the following prophetical panegyric on Elizabeth's virginity, been omitted, and this fpeech proceeded-O lord archbishop, &c.