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When she has so much English.
Gran. Let me speak, Sir; (For Heav'n now bids me), and the words I utter, Let none think flatt'ry, 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 (But few now living can behold that goodness) A pattern to all princes living with her, And all that shall succeed. Sheba was never More covetous of wisdom and fair virtue, Than this bless’d foul shall be. All princely graces, That mould up such a mighty piece as this, With all the virtues that attend the good, Shall still be doubled on her. Truth shall nurse her: Holy and heav'nly thoughts still counsel her: " She shall be lov'd and fear'd. Her own shall bless - Her foes shake, like a field of beaten corn, [her ; “ And hang their heads with sorrow. Good grows
with her. “ In her days, ev'ry man shall eat in safety • Under his own vine what he plants, and fing * The merry fongs of peace to all his neighbours. “ God shall be truly known, and those about her “ From her shall read the perfect ways of honour, ro And claim by those their greatness, not by blood. • Nor shall this peace sleep with her ; but as when, • The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phænix, • Her ashes new create another heir, • As great in admiration as herself; " So thall she leave her blessedness to one,
(When Heav’n shall call her from this cloud of dark. " Who from the sacred ashes of her honour [ness), • Shall star-like rise, as great in fame as she was, " And so stand fix'd. Peace, plenty, love, truth, ter" That were the servants to this chosen infant, [ror, - Shall then be his, and like a vine grow to him ; " Where ever the bright'sun of heav'n shall thine, “ His honour and the greatnefs of his name " Shall be and make new nations, He shall flourish,
And, like a mountain-cedar, reach his branches
" To all the plains about him : children's children Shall see this, and bless heav'n.
King. Thou speakest wonders.
Cran. She shall be, to the happiness of England, An aged princess; many days thall see her, And yet no day without a deed to crown it. Would I had known no more! but the must die, She mult, the faints must have her yet a virgin ; A most unfpotted lily shall she pass Unto th' ground, and all the world shall mourn her,
King: 0 Lord Archbishop, Thou'st made me now a man; never before This happy child did I get any thing. This oracle of comfort has so pleas’d me, That when I am in heav'n, I shall desire To see what this child does, and praise my Maker. I thank ye all. -Το
you, my good Lord Mayor, And your good brethren, I am much beholden: I have receiv'd much honour by your presence, And
shall find me thankful. Lead the way, Lords; Ye muit all see the Queen, and the must thank ye, She will be fick else. This day no man think, H’as business at his house, for all shall stay; This little one shall make it holiday. [Exeunt.
E PIL OG U E.
IS ten to one, this play can never please
All that are here. Some come to take their eafe, And seep an act or two; but those we fear We ve frighted with our trumpets: fo'lis clear, They'll say 'tis naught Others, to hear the city Abus'd extremely, and to cry, That's witty ! Which we have not done neither ; that I feur All the expected good w'are like to bear. For this play at this time, is only in The nierciful construction of good women; ( For such a one we fhew'd'ein). If they smile, And say '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.
END OF VOLUME FIFTH.