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All comfort, joy, in this most gracious lady,
What is her name?
Thank you, good lord archbishop;
Stand up, lord.
[The King kisses the child. With this kiss take my blessing: God protect thee! Into whose hands I give thy life.
K. Hen. My noble gossips, ye have been too prodigal:
I thank ye heartily; so shall this lady,
When she has so much English.
Shall still be doubled on her: truth shall nurse her,
Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn,
And hang their heads with sorrow: Good grows with her:
In her days, every man shall eat in safety
, From her shall read the perfect ways of honour, And by those claim their greatness, not by blood. [Nor* shall this peace sleep with her: But as when The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phoenix, Her ashes new create another heir,
As great in admiration as herself;
So shall she leave her blessedness to one,
(When Heaven shall call her from this cloud of dark. ness),
Who, from the sacred ashes of her honour,
That were the servants to this chosen infant,
Shall see this, and bless Heaven.
K. Hen. Thou speakest wonders. Cran. She shall be, to the happiness of England, An aged princess; many days shall see her, And yet no day without a deed to crown it. 'Would I had known no more! but she must die, She must, the saints must have her; yet a virgin, A most unspotted lily shall she pass
To the ground, and all the world shall mourn her.
Thou hast made me now a man; never, before
*This and the following seventeen lines were probably written by B. Jonson, after the accession of king James.
I thank ye all,-To you, my good lord mayor,
Ye must all see the queen, and she must thank ye,
"TIS ten to one, this play can never please
The play of Henry the Eighth is one of those which still keeps possession of the stage by the splendour of its pageantry. The coronation, about forty years ago, drew the people together in multitudes for a great part of the winter. Yet pomp is not the only merit of this play. The meek sorrows, and virtuous distress, of Katharine, have furnished some scenes, which may be justly numbered among the greatest efforts of tragedy. But the genius of Shakspeare comes in and goes out with Katharine. Every other part may be easily conceived and easily written.