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 confcience, twenty of the dog-days now reign in's nofe; all that ftand 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 nose 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 suddenly a file of boys behind 'em, "loose shot, deliver❜d such 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 some of Pa brafier]-quibble, between the artificer, and inftrument so called. fire-drake]-piece of fire work-and meteor-this fame brafier. pink'd porringer]-cap of fuch fafhion. TAMING OF A SHREW, A&t IV. S. III. Pet. clubs !]-for affiftance. the bope]-the flower, the champions. loofe foot,]-random fhooters. the Tirbulation of Tower-bill,-the limbs of Limehoufe,]-a meeting another puritanical conventicle―lambs. houfe there fo called 'em W '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! They grow ftill too, from all parts they are coming, As if we kept a fair! Where are these porters, These lazy knaves?-Ye have made a fine hand, fellows. Your faithful friends o'the fuburbs? We shall have Port. Please your houour, We are but men; and what fo many may do, Not being torn a pieces, we have done : Cham. As I live, If the king blame me for't, I'll lay ye all By the heels, and fuddenly; and on your heads Clap round fines, for neglect: You are lazy knaves; Ye should do fervice. Hark, the trumpets found; 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. 1 baiting of bumbards,]-tofing of tankards, caroufing. Port. Port. You i'the camblet, get off the rail; I'll pecke you o'er the pales else. SCENE IV. The Palace. [Exeunt. 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 christening gifts; then four Noblemen bearing a canopy, under which the Dutchefs of Norfolk, godmother, bearing the child richly babited 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 Speaks. 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 ;- May hourly fall upon ye! King. Thank you, good lord archbishop: What is her name? Cran. Elizabeth. 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& I. S. 1. Cer. Into whose hand I give thy life. Cran. Amen. King. My noble goffips, ye have been too prodigal : I thank ye heartily; fo fhall this lady, When she has fo much English. Cran. Let me speak, sir, For Heaven now bids me; and the words I utter Shall still be doubled on her: truth fhall nurse her, Holy and heavenly thoughts ftill counsel her: She shall be lov'd, and fear'd: Her own fhall bless her; Her foes fhake 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 a Nor fball this peace fleep with her :]-This complimentary addrefs to James I. was probably inferted after his acceffion to the crown. Her Her afhes new create another heir, As great in admiration as herself; So fhall fhe leave her bleffedness in one, (When heaven shall call her from this cloud of darkness) Who, from the facred ashes of her honour, Shall star-like rife, as great in fame as she was, That were the fervants to this chofen infant, 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 This oracle of comfort has fo pleas'd me, That, when I am in heaven, I fhall defire To fee what this child does, and praise my Maker.- 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. And |