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cried out, Clubs !! when I might see from far some forty troncheoneers draw to her succor, which were the hope of the Strand, where she was quartered. They fell on; I made good my place; at length they came to the broomstaff with me; I defied them still ; when suddenly a file of boys behind them, loose shot, delivered such a shower of pebbles, that I was fain to draw mine honor in, and leị them win the work. The devil was amongst them, 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 Limehouse,' their dear brothers, are able to endure. I have some of them 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 the Lord Chamberlain. Cham. Mercy o’me, what a multitude are here ! They grow still too; from all parts they are coming, As if we kept a fair here! Where are these porters, These lazy knaves ?-Ye have made a fine hand, fellows. There's a trim rabble let in. Are all these Your faithful friends o'the suburbs? We shall have Great store of room, no doubt, left for the ladies, When they pass back from the christening. Port.
An't please your honor, We are but men; and what so many may do, Not being torn a pieces, we have done. An army cannot rule them.
1 See note on the First Part of King Henry VI. Act i. Sc. 3.
4 By the tribulation of Tower-hill and the limbs of Limehouse it is evident that Shakspeare meant noisy rabble frequenting the theatres, supposed to come from those places.
5 i. e. in confinement. The Limbus Patrum is, properly, the place where the old fathers and patriarchs are supposed to be waiting for the resurrection.
6 A public whipping.
As I live,
Port. Make way there for the princess.
Man. You great fellow, stand close up, or I'll make your head ache.
Port. You i' the camlet, get up o'the rail; I'll pick ? you o'er the pales else.
SCENE IV. The Palace.3
Enter trumpets, sounding; then two Aldermen, Lord
Mayor, Garter, CRANMER, DUKE of NORFOLK, with his marshal's staff, Duke of SUFFOLK, two Noblemen bearing great standing-bowls 4 for the christening 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 MARCHIONESS of Dorset, the other godmother, and Ladies. The troop pass once about the stage, and Garter speaks.
Gart. Heaven, from thy endless goodness, send prosperous life, long, and ever happy, to the high and mighty princess of England, Elizabeth.
1 A bumbard was a large black jack of leather used to carry beer to soldiers upon duty, or upon any occasion where a quantity was required.
2 To pick is to pitch, cast, or throw.
Flourish. Enter King and Train.
Thank you, good lord archbishop;
Elizabeth. K. Hen.
Stand up, lord.
[The King kisses the Child. With this kiss take my blessing. God protect thee! Into whose hands I give thy life. Cran.
Cran. Let me speak, sir,
soul shall be. All princely graces,
with her: In her days, every man shall eat in safety,
Under his own vine, what he plants; and sing
Thou speakest wonders.]
K. Hen. O lord archbishop,
1 Some of the commentators think that this and the following seventeen lines were probably written by Ben Johnson, after the accession of king James. We have before observed Mr. Gifford is of opinion that Ben Jonson had no hand in the additions to this play.
2 The year before the revival of this play there was a lottery for the plantation of Virginia. The lines probably allude to the settlement of that colony.
That, when I am in heaven, I shall desire
shall find me thankful. Lead the way, lords ;