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Cham. 'Tis now too certain.
How much more is his life in value with him?
Would I were fairly out on't.

Crom. My mind gave me,
In seeking tales and informations
Against this man, whose honesty the devil
And his disciples only envy at,
Ye blew the fire that burns ye: now have at ye !

Enter King, frowning on them; takes his feat.
Gard. Dread Sov’reign, how much are we bound to
In daily thanks, that gave us such a prince; [Heav'n
Not only good and wife, but most religious ?
One that in all obedience makes the church
The chief aim of his honour ; and to strengthen
That holy duty, out of dear respect,
His royal self in judgment comes to hear
The cause betwixt her and this great offender.

King. You're ever good at sudden commendations, Bishop of Winchester. But know, I conie not To hear such flatteries now; and in my presence They are too thin and base to hide offences. To me you cannot reach : you play the Spaniel, And think with wagging of your tongue to win me. But whatsoe'er thui tak’st me for, I'm sure Thou hast a cruel nature, and a bloody. Good man fit down. Now let me see the proudest

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He that dares most, but wag his finger at thee.
By all that's-holy, he had better starve,
Than but once think this place becomes thee not.

Sur. May't pleafe your Grace

King. No, sir, it does not please me.
I thought I had had men of some understanding
And wisdom, of my council ; but I find none.
Was it discretion, Lords, to let this man,
This good man, (few of you deserve that title),
This honest man, wait like a lowsy foot-boy
At chamber door, and one as great as you are?
Why, what a shame was this ? did my commillion
Bid ye so far forget yourselves ! I gave ye


Pow'r, as he was a counsellor, to try him,
Not as a groom. There's some of ye, I fee,
More out of malice than integrity,
Would try him to the utmost, had ye means ;
Which ye Thall never have while I do live.
Cham. My most dread Sovereign, make it like your

To let my tongue excuse all. What was purpos']
Concerning his imprisonment, was rather,
If there be faith in men, meant for his trial,
And fair purgation to the world, than malice ;
I'm sure in me.

King. Well, well, my Lords, respect him :
Take him, and use him well; he's worthy of it.
I will say thus much for him, if a prince
May be beholden to a subject, I
Am, for his love and service, so to him.
Make me no more ado, but all embi

him :
Be friends for shame, my Lords. My Lord of Canter-
I have a suit which you must not deny me. [ury,
There is a fair young maid, that yet wants baptism:
You must be godfather, and answer for her.

Gran. The greatest monarch now alive may glory
In such an honour ; how may I deserve it,
That am a poor and humble subject to you?
King Come, come, my Lord, you'd spare your

fpoons : you shall have,
Two noble partners with you'; the old Duchess ·
Of Norfolk, and the Lady Marquis Dorset
Once more, my Lord of Wincheiter, I charge you
Embrace and love this man.

Gard With a true heart
And brother's love I do it.

Cran. And let Heaven
Witness. how dear I hold this confirmation.

King Good man, those joyful tears fhew thy true
The common voice, I see, is verify'd heart :
Of thee, which says thus: Do my Lord of Canterbury
But one shrewd turn, and he's your friend for ever.'
Come, words, we trifle time away: I long
To have this young one made a Christian.
As I have made ye one, Lords, one remain :
So i grow Itronger, you more hunvur jain Exeunt,


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SCENE VII. The palace-yard. Noife and tumult within. Enter Porter and his Man.

Port. You'll leave your noise anon, ye rascals; do you take the court for Paris Garden? ye rude flaves, leave your gaping.

Within. Good Mr. Porter, I belong to th' larder.

Port. Belong to the gallows, and be hang'd, ye rogue; is this a place to roar in ? fetch me a dozen crab-tree staves, and strong ones; these are but switches. -To’em, I'll scratch your heads: you must be seeing christenings? Do you look for ale and cakes here, you rude rascals ?

Man. Pray, Sir, be patient; 'tis as much impoffible (Unless we sweep them from the door with cannons) To fcatter 'em, as ’tis to make 'em sleep On May-day morning; which will never be ;

e may as well push against Paul's, as ftir 'em.
Port. How got they in, and be hang'd ?

Man. Alas, I know not; how gets the tide in !
As much as one found cudgel of four foot
(You see the poor reinainder) could distribute,
I made no spare, Sir,

Port. You did nothing, Sir.

N'an. I am not Samson, nor Sir Guy, nor Colebrand, to mow’em down before me ; but if I spared any that had a head to hit, either young or old, he or she, cuckold or cuckold-maker, let me never hope to see a chine again; and that I would not for a crow, God save her. Within. Do you hear, Mr. Porter ?

Port. I thall be with you prefently, good Mr. Puppy. Keep the door close, firrali. Man. What would


have me do ? Port. What should you do, but knock 'em down by the dozens? Is this Moorfields to multer in? or have we some strange Indian with the great tool come to court, the women so besiege us? Bless me! what a fry of fornication is at the door ? on my Christian con. science, this one chriitening will beget a thousand ; here will be father, godfather, and all together.

Man. The fpoons will be the bigger, Sir. There is a fellow somewhat near the door, he should be a bralier by his face; for, o' my conscience, twenty of the dog


days now reign in's nose; all that stand about him are under the line, they need no other penance: that firedrake did I hit three times on the head, and three times was his nose discharged againit me; he stands there like a mortar-piece to blow us up. There was a haberdasher's wife of small wit hear him, that rail'd upon me till her pink'd porringer fell off her head, for kindling such a combustion in the itate. I miss'd the meteor once, and hit that woman, who cry'd out, Clubs! when I might see from far some forty truncheoneers draw to her luccour; which were the hope of the Strand, where she was quarter'd. They fell on; I made good my place; at length they came to th' broom-staff with me, I defy'd 'em fill; when suddenly a file of boys behind 'em deliver'd such a shower of pibbles, loose thot, that I was fain to draw mine honour in, and let'em win the work. The devil was amongst 'eni, I think, surely.

Port. These are the youths that thunder at a playhouse, and fight for bitten apples; that no audience but the tribulation of Tower-hill, or the limbs of Lime. house, their dear brothers, are able to endure. I have some of 'em in Limbo Patrum, and there they are like to dance these three days; besides the running banquet of two beadles that is to come.

Enter Lord Chamberlain.
Gham. Mercy o'me! what a multitude are here?
They grow still too ; from all parts they are coming,
As if we kept a fair. Where are these porters ?
These lazy knaves ? ye've made a fine hand, fellows;
There's a trim rabble let in; are all these
Your faithful friends o'th' suburbs ? we shall have
Great store of room, no doubt, left for the ladies,
When they pass back from th' chrift'ning?

Port. Please your Honour,
We are but men; and what so many may do,
Not being torn in pieces, we have done :
An army cannot rule 'em.

Cham. As I live,
If the King blame me for't, I'll lay you

By th' heels, and suddenly; and on your heads
Clap round fines for neglect: y'are lazy knaves :


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And here ye lie baiting of bumbards, when
Ye should do service. Hark, the trumpets found;
Th’are come already from the christening;
Go break among the press, and find a way out
To let the troop pass fairly; or I'll find
A Marshallea shall hold you play these two months.

Port. Make way there for the Princess !

Man. You great fellow, stand 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 else.


SCENE III. Changes to 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 bear., ing great standing bowls for the christening-gifts; then four Noblemen bearing a canopy, under which the Duchefiof Norfolk,godmother, bearing the childrichly habited in a mantle, &c. train borne by a Lady: then follows the Marchionefs of Dorset, the other godmother, and ladies. The troop pass once about the stage, and Garter speake.

Gart. Heav'n, from thy endless goodness, fend long And ever happy, to the high and mighty [life, Princess of England, .fair Elisabeth !

Flourish. Enter King and Guard. Cran. And to your Royal Grace, and the good Queen, My noble partners, and myłelf thus pray; All comfort, joy, in this most gracious lady, That heav'n e’er laid up to make parents happy, May hourly fall upon ye !

King. Thank you, good Lord Archbishop:
What is her name?

Gran Elisabeth.
King. Stand up, Lord.
With this kiss take my blefling: God protect thee,
Into whose hand I give thy life.

Gran Amen.

King. My noble gossips, y’have been too prodigal, I thank you heartily: to thall this lady,


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