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And here ye lie baiting of bumbards, when
Ye fhould do fervice. Hirk, the trumpets found;
Th are come already from the christening;
Go break among the prefs, and find a way out
To let the troop pass fairly, or I'll find

A Marthalfca fhall 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.

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Changes to the palace.

Enter trumpets founding; then two Aldermen, Lord Mayor, Garter, Cranmer, Duke of Norfolk, with his Marhal's staff, Duke of Suffolk, two Noblemen bearing great ftanding bowls for the chriftening gifts; then four Noblemen bearing a canopy, under which the Duchess of Norfolk, godmother, bearing the child richly 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 speaks. Gart. Heav'n from thy endless goodness, fend long. And ever happy, to the high and mighty [life,

Princefs of England, fair Elifabeth!

Flourish. Enter King and Guard.

Gran. And to your Royal Grace, and the good Queen, My noble partners, and myself 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?

Cran. Elifabeth.

King. Stand up, Lord.

With this kiss take my bleffing: God protect thee,

Into whofe hand I give thy life.

Gran. Amen.

King. My noble goffips, y'have been too prodigal, I thank you heartily: fo fhall this lady,

When she has fo much English.

Cran 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, (heav'n ftill move about her),
Though in her craddle, yet now promifes
Upon this land a thousand thousand bleffings,
Which time fhall bring to ripeness. She thall be
(But few now living can hehold that goodness)
A pattern to all princes living with her,
And all that fhall fucceed. Sheba was never
More covetous of wisdom and fair virtue,

Than this blefs'd foul fhall be. All princely graces,
That mould up fuch a mighty piece as this,
With all the virtues that attend the good,

Shall ftill be doubled on her. Truth fhall nurse her: Holy and heav'nly thoughts ftill counsel her:

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"She fhall be lov'd and fear'd. Her own fhall blefs "Her foes fhake, like a field of beaten corn, "And hang their heads with forrow. Good grows with her.

"In her days, ev'ry man fhall eat in fafety
"Under his own vine what he plants, and fing
"The merry fongs of peace to all his neighbours.
"God fhall be truly known, and thofe about her
"From her fhall read the perfect ways of honour,
"And claim by those their greatnefs, not by blood.
"Nor fhall this peace fleep with her; but as when
"The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phenix,
"Her afhes new create another heir,

"As great in admiration as herself;
“So fhall fhe leave her bleffedness to one,

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(When heav'n fhall call her from this cloud of dark"Who from the facred afhes of her honour [nefs), "Shall ftar-like rife, as great in fame as fhe was, "And fo ftand fix'd. Peace, plenty, love truth, ter"That were the fervants to this chofen infant, [ror, "Shall then be his, and like a vine grow to him; • Where-ever the bright fun of heav'n fhall fhine, "His honour and the greatness of his name

"Shall be, and make new nations. He fhall flourish, "And, like a mountain-cedar, reach his branches

"To all the plains about him: childrens' children "Shall fee this, and blefs heav'n.

King. Thou fpeakest wonders.

Gran. She shall be, to the happiness of England,
An aged princefs; many days fhall fee her,
And yet no day without a deed to crown it.
Would I had known no more! but fhe must die,
She must, the faints must have her yet a virgin;
A moft unspotted lily fhall fhe pafs

Unto the ground, and all the world shall mourn her.
King. O Lord Archbishop,

Thou't made me now a man; never before

This happy child did I get any thing.

This oracle of comfort has fo pleas'd me,

That when I am in heav'n, I shall defire

To fee what this child does, and praise my Maker.
I thank ye all.- To you, my good Lord Mayor,
And your good brethren, I am much beholden:
I have receiv d much honour by your prefence,
And ye fhall find me thankful, Lead the way, Lords
Ye must all fee the Queen, and she must thank ye,
She will be fick elfe. This day no man thinks,
H'as business at his house, for all shall stay;
This little one fhall make it holiday.

E P I L

OGU E.

"TIS ten to one, this play can never please

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[Exeunt.

All that are here. Some come to take their eafe,

And fleep an act or two; but thofe we fear
We've frighted with our trumpets; jo tis clear,
They'll fay 'tis naught. Others, to hear the city
Abus'd extremely, and to cry, That's witty!
Which we have not done neither; that I fear
All the expected good w'are like to hear
For this play at this time, is only in
The merciful conftruction of good women;
(For fuch a one we fhew'd 'em). If they fmile,
And fay, '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.

The End of the FIFTH VOLUME.

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