Pat.

No, madam.

[Giving it to KATHARINE.

Q. Kath. Sir, I most humbly pray you deliver This to my lord the king.

Cap.

Most willing, madam.

Q. Kath. In which I have commended to his

goodness

The model of our chaste loves, his young daughter :
The dews of heaven fall thick in blessings on her!
My next petition

Is, that his noble grace would have some pity
Upon my wretched women, that so long
Have follow'd both my fortunes faithfully:
The last is, for my men; they are o' th' poorest,
But poverty could never draw 'em from me:
And, good my lord,

By that you love the dearest in this world,

As you wish Christian peace to souls departed.

Stand these poor people's friend, and urge the king

To do me this last right.

Cap.

By heaven, I will, Or let me lose the fashion of a man!

Q. Kath. I thank you, honest lord. Remember me In all humility unto his highness:

Say his long trouble now is passing

Out of this world; tell him, in death I bless'd him,
For so I will. Mine eyes grow dim. Farewell,
My lord. Griffith, Farewell. Nay, Patience,
You must not leave me yet;

Call in more women. When I am dead, good wench,

Let me be us'd with honour strew me over
With maiden flowers, that all the world may know
I was a chaste wife to my grave: embalm me,
Then lay me forth: although unqueen'd, yet like
A queen, and daughter to a king, inter me.
I can no more.

ACT V.

SCENE. Church of the Grey Friars, Greenwich.

a

Trumpets sounding. The KING and his train, CRANMER, DUKE OF NORFOLK, DUKE OF SUFFOLK, Noblemen bearing great standing-bowls for the christening-gifts ; canopy, under which the DUCHESS OF NOKFOLK, godmother, bearing the child richly habited in a mantle, &c. The MARCHIONESS OF DORSET, the other godmother, and Ladies, Aldermen, LORD MAYOR, GARTER, &c., &c.

Garter.

EAVEN, from thy endless goodness, send prosperous life, long, and ever happy, to the high and mighty Princess of England, [Flourish. Cran. [Kneeling.] And to your royal grace, and

Elizabeth!

the good queen,

My noble partners, and myself, thus pray ;-
All comfort, joy, in this most gracious lady,

Heaven ever laid up to make parents happy,

May hourly fall upon ye!

[CRANMER Rises.-The KING kisses the child.

With this kiss take my blessing: God protect thee!Into whose hand I give thy life.

Cran.

Amen.

King. My noble gossips, ye've been too prodigal : I thank ye heartily; so shall this lady

When she has so much English.

Cran. Let me speak, sir,

For heaven now bids me; and the words I utter Let none think flattery, for they'll find 'em truth. This royal infant-heaven still move about her!Though in her cradle, yet now promises

Upon this land a thousand thousand blessings,
Which time shall bring to ripeness: she shall be—
A pattern to all princes living with her,

And all that shall succeed: truth shall nurse her,
Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her:

She shall be lov'd and fear'd: her own shall bless

her;

Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn,

And hang their heads with sorrow: good grow with

her:

In her days every man shall eat in safety,

Under his own vine, what he plants; and sing
The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours.
God shall be truly known!

King.

Thou speak'st wonders.

My lord archbishop, thou hast made me now a man!
Lead the way, lords:-and this day, no man think
He's business at his house; for all shall stay:
This little one shall make it holiday.

[Flourish.

THE END.