1 prison A Marshallsey,1 shall hold ye play these two Monthes. 2 woolen jacket Stand close up, or Ile make your head ake. Por. You i'th' Chamblet,2 get up o'th'raile, Ile pecke3 you o're the pales else. Exeunt. 3pitch Enter Trumpets sounding: Then two Aldermen, L. Maior, Garter, Cranmer, Duke of Norfolke with his Marshals Staffe, Duke of Suffolke, two Noblemen, bearing great standing Bowles for the Christening Guifts: Then foure Noblemen bearing a Canopy, under which the Dutchesse of Norfolke, Godmother, bearing the Childe richly habited in a Mantle, c. Traine borne by a Lady: Then followes | the Marchionesse Dorset, the other Godmother, and La- | dies. The Troope passe once about the Stage, and Gar- | ter speakes. Gart. Heaven From thy endlesse goodnesse, send prosperous life, Flourish. Enter King and Guard. I I Cran. [Kneeling] And to your Royall Grace, & the good Queen, My Noble Partners, and my selfe thus pray 96. Chamblet: camlet-STEEVENS (1793). Heaven ever laid up to make Parents happy, Kin. Thanke you good Lord Archbishop: Cran. Elizabeth. 20 Kin. Stand up Lord, [The King kisses the child.] With this Kisse, take my Blessing: God protect thee, Into whose hand, I give thy Life. Cran. Amen. Kin. My Noble Gossips, y' have beene too Prodigall; I thanke ye heartily: So shall this Lady, When she ha's so much English. Cran. Let me speake Sir, 30 For Heaven now bids me; and the words I utter, Then this pure Soule shall be. All Princely Graces 40 Shall still be doubled on her. Truth shall Nurse her, Holy and Heavenly thoughts still Counsell her: She shall be lov'd and fear'd. Her owne shall blesse her; Her Foes shake like a Field of beaten Corne, And hang their heads with sorrow: Good growes with her. 50-1. I 1.-2ROWE. 50 In her dayes, Every Man shall eate in safety, As great in admiration as her selfe. So shall she leave her Blessednesse to One, 60 (When Heaven shal call her from this clowd of darknes) Who, from the sacred Ashes of her Honour Shall Star-like rise, as great in fame as she was, Kin. Thou speakest wonders. Cran. She shall be to the happinesse of England, An aged Princesse; many dayes shall see her, And yet no day without a deed to Crowne it. Would I had knowne no more: But she must dye, 70 She must, the Saints must have her; yet a Virgin, 80 A most unspotted Lilly shall she passe To th'ground, and all the World shall mourne her. 56. way: ways-4F. Thou hast made me now a man, never before THE EPILOGUE. 90 Exeunt. Tis ten to one, this Play can never please 90. you: your-THEOBALD. 9. period out-POPE. FINIS. |