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In daily thanks, that gave us such a prince;
see the proudest
Sur. May it please your grace,
No, sir, it does not please me. I had thought, I had had men of some under
Why, what a shame was this ! Did my commis
sion Bid ye so far forget yourselves? I gave ye Power as
was a counsellor to try him, Not as a groom : there's some of ye,
ye shall never have, while I live.
Thus far, My most dread sovereign, may it like your grace To let my tongue excuse all. What was purposed Concerning his imprisonment, was rather (If there be faith in men) meant for his trial, And fair purgation to the world, than malice; I am sure, in me.
K. Hen. Well, well, my lords, respect him; Take him, and use him well : he's worthy of it. I will say thus much for him; if a prince May be beholden to a subject, I Am, for his love and service, so to him. Make me no more ado, but all embrace him : Be friends, for shame, my lords. My lord of Can.
terbury, I have a suit which you must not deny me; That is, a fair young maid that yet wants baptism : You must be godfather, and answer for her. Cran. The greatest
monarch now alive may glory In such an honor: how may I deserve it, That am a poor and humble subject to you?
K. Hen. Come, come, my lord, you'd spare your
spoons : 1 you shall have Two noble partners with you; the old duchess of
With a true heart
And let Heaven
:-Do my lord of Canterbury A shrewd turn, and he is your friend for ever.' Come, lords, we trifle time away: I long To have this young one made a Christian. As I have made«ye one, lords, one remain; So I grow stronger, you more honor gain.
" It was an ancient custom for sponsors at christenings to offer gilt spoons as a present to the child.
The palace yard. Noise and tumult within : Enter PORTER and his man.
Por. You 'll leave your noise anon, ye rascals. Do you take the court for Paris-garden ? 1 ye
rude slaves, leave your gaping.?
[within.] Good master porter, I belong to the larder.
Por. Belong to the gallows, and be hanged, you rogue. Is this a place to roar in ? Fetch me a dozen crab-tree staves, and strong ones; these are but switches to them. I'll scratch your heads. You must be seeing christenings! Do
look for ale and cakes here, you rude rascals ? Man. Pray, sir, be patient; 'tis as much im
possible (Unless we sweep them from the door with cannons) To scatter them, as 'tis to make them sleep On May-day morning; which will never be. We may as well push against Paul's, as stir them.
Por. How got they in, and be hang'a ?
Man. Alas, I know not. How gets the tide in? As much as one sound cudgel of four foot (You see the poor remainder) could distribute, I made no spare, sir. Por.
You did nothing, sir.
1 The bear garden on the Bank-side.
Man. I am not Samson, nor sir Guy, nor Colbrand, to mow them down before me; but if I spared any that had a head to hit, either young or old, he or she, cuckold or cuckold-maker, let me never hope to see a chine again ; and that I would not for a cow,
Por. I shall be with you presently, good master puppy. Keep the door close, sirrah.
Man. What would you have me do?
Por. What should you do, but knock them down by the dozens ? Is this Moorfields to muster in ? € or bave we some strange Indian with the great tool come to court, the women so besiege us ? Bless me, what a fry of fornication is at door! christian conscience, this one christening will beget a thousand : here will be father, godfather, and all together.
Man. The spoons will be the bigger, sir. There is a fellow somewhat near the door ; he should be a brazier by his face, for, o'my conscience, twenty of the dog-days now reign in 's nose : all that stand about him are under the line, they need no other penance: that fire-drake 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.
There was a haberdasher's wife of small
1 Colbrand was the Danish giant vanquished by Guy earl of Warwick.
? The train bands of the city were exercised in Moorfields.