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Cham. "Tis now too certain.
How much more is his life in value with him?
Crom. My mind gave me,
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 tọ In daily thanks, that gave us fuch 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 ftrengthen That holy duty, out of dear respect, His royal felf in judgment comes to hear
The caufe betwixt her and this great offender.
King. You're ever good at fudden commendations,
He that dares moft, but wag his finger at thee.
King. No, sir, it does not please me.
I thought I had had men of fome understanding
Pow'r, as he was a counsellor, to try him,
Cham. My moft dread Sovereign, make it like your
To let my tongue excufe all. What was purpos'd
King. Well, well, my Lords, respect him :
Am, for his love and fervice, fo to him.
Cran. The greatest monarch now alive may glory
King Come, come, my Lord, you'd fpare your
Two noble partners with you; the old Duchefs
Gard With a true heart
Cran. And let Heaven
King Good man, thofe joyful tears fhew thy true
To have this young one made a Christian.
SCENE VII. The palace-yard.
Noife and tumult within. Enter Porter and his Man. Port. You'll leave your noise anon, ye rafcals; 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 ftrong 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 rafcals?
Man. Pray, Sir, be patient; 'tis as much impoffible
Man. Alas, I know not; how gets the tide in !
Port. You did nothing, Sir.
Man. I am not Samfon, nor Sir Guy, nor Colebrand, to mow 'em down before me; but if I fpared any that had a head to hit, either young or old, he or fhe, cuckold or cuckold-maker, let me never hope to fee a chine again; and that I would not for a crow, God fave her. Within. Do you hear, Mr. Porter?
Port. I fhall be with you prefently, good Mr. Puppy. Keep the door close, firrah.
Man. What would you have me do ?
Port. What fhould you do, but knock 'em down by the dozens? Is this Moorfields to mufter in? or have we fome ftrange Indian with the great tool come to court, the women fo befiege us? Blefs me! what a fry of fornication is at the door? on my Christian conscience, this one christening will beget a thousand; here will be father, godfather, and all together.
Man. The fpoons will be the bigger, Sir. There is a fellow fomewhat near the door, he fhould be a brafier by his face; for, o' my confcience, twenty of the dog
days now reign in's nofe; 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 against me; he stands there like a mortar-piece to blow us up. There was a haberdafher's wife of fmall wit near him, that rail'd upon me till her pink'd porringer fell off her head, for kindling fuch a combustion in the state. I mifs'd the meteor once, and hit that woman, who cry'd out, Clubs! when I might fee from far fome forty truncheoneers draw to her fuccour; which were the hope of the Strand, where fhe was quarter'd. They fell on; I made good my place; at length they came to th' broom-ftaff with me, I defy'd 'em ftill; when fuddenly a file of boys behind 'em deliver'd fuch a fhower of pibbles, loose shot, that I was fain to draw mine honour in, and let 'em win the work. The devil was amongst 'em, I think, furely.
Port. These are the youths that thunder at a playhoufe, and fight for bitten apples; that no audience but the tribulation of Tower-hill, or the limbs of Limehoufe, their dear brothers, are able to endure. I have fome of 'em in Limbo Patrum, and there they are like to dance these three days; befides the running banquet of two beadles that is to come.
Enter Lord Chamberlain.
Cham. Mercy o' me! what a multitude are here?
Port. Please your Honour,
We are but men; and what fo many may do,
Cham. As I live,
If the King blame me for't,
I'll lay you all
And here ye lie baiting of bumbards, when
A Marshalfea fhall hold you play these two months. Port. Make way there for the Princess!
Man. You great fellow, ftand 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. [Exeunt.
SCENE III. Changes to the palace. Enter trumpets founding; then two Aldermen, Lord Mayor, Garter, Cranmer, Duke of Norfolk with his Marshal's ftaff, Duke of Suffolk, two Noblemen bear-. ing great ftanding bowls for the chriftening-gifts; then four Noblemen bearing a canopy, under which the Duchefs of Norfolk,godmother,bearing the child richly habited in a mantle, &c. train borne by a Lady: then follows the Marchionefs of Dorfet, the other godmother, and ladies. The troop pafs once about the ftage, and Garter speaks. Gart. Heav'n, from thy endless goodness, fend long And ever happy, to the high and mighty [life, Prince's 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?
King. Stand up, Lord.
With this kifs take my bleffing: God protect thee,
King. My noble goffips, y'have been too prodigal, I thank you heartily: fo thall this lady,