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When fhe 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 ftill move about her),
Though in her cradle, yet now promises
Upon this land a thousand thousand bleffings,
Which time fhall bring to ripenefs. She fhall be
(But few now living can behold 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 such a mighty piece as this,
With all the virtues that attend the good,

Shall ftill be doubled on her. Truth fhall nurfe her:
Holy and heav'nly thoughts ftill counfel her:
"She fhall be lov'd and fear'd. Her own fhall blefs
"Her foes shake, like a field of beaten corn, [her;
"And hang their heads with forrow. Good grows

with her.

"In her days, ev'ry man shall 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 those about her
"From her fhall read the perfect ways of honour,
"And claim by thofe their greatnefs, not by blood.
"Nor fhall this peace fleep with her; but as when,
"The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phoenix,
"Her afhes new create another heir,

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

“ (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 the 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 shine,
"His honour and the greatness of his name
"Shall be and make new nations. He fhall flourish,
66 And, like a mountain-cedar, reach his branches

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

King. Thou fpeakeft wonders.

Gran. She fhall 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 the must die, She muft, the faints must have her yet a virgin; A most unfpotted lily fhall fhe pafs

Unto th' 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 presence,
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 think,
H'as bufinefs at his houfe, for all fhali ftay;
This little one shall make it holiday.




IS ten to one, this play can never please All that are here. Some come to take their eafe, And fleep an act or two; but those we fear We ve frighted with our trumpets: fo'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.


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