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wit near him, that railed upon me till her pinked porringer 1 fell off her head, for kindling such a combustion in the state. I missed the meteor ? once, and hit that woman, who cried out, Clubs ! when I might see from far some forty truncheoneers draw to her succour, which were the hope of the Strand, where she was quartered. They fell on; I made good my place: at length they came to the broomstaff with me: I defied them still; when suddenly a file of boys behind them, loose shot, delivered such a shower of pebbles, that I was fain to draw mine honor in, and let them win the work. The devil was amongst them, I think, surely.
Por. These are the youths that thunder at a playhouse, and fight for bitten apples; that no audience, but the Tribulation of Tower-hill, or the limbs of Limehouse, their dear brothers, are able to endure. I have some of them in Limbo Patrum, and there they are like to dance these three days; besides the running banquet of two beadle8,5 that is to come.
Enter LORD CHAMBERLAIN.
Cham. Mercy o'me, what a multitude are here ! They grow still too; from all parts they are coming,
i Pinked cap.
? i. e. the brazier. 3. Clubs !' was the outcry for assistance on any quarrel or tumult in the streets. 4 Place of confinement.
5 A dessert of whipping.
As if we kept a fair here! Where are these por
ters, These lazy knaves ? Ye have made a fine hand,
fellows. There's a trim rabble let in. Are all these Your faithful friends o' the suburbs? We shall
An't please your honor,
As I live, If the king blame me for 't, I 'll lay ye all By the heels, and suddenly; and on your heads Clap round fines for neglect. You are lazy knaves, And here ye lie baiting of bumbards,1 when Ye should do service. Hark, the trumpets sound; They are come already from the christening. Go, break among the press, and find a way out To let the troop pass fairly, or I'll find A Marshalsea, shall hold you play these two months.
Por. Make way there for the princess.
Man. You great fellow, stand close up, or I'll make your
1 Tippling of ale. A bumbard is a black leathern vessel to hold beer.
Por. You i' the camlet, get up o'the rail; I'U pick' you o'er the pales else.
Enter trumpets, sounding ; then two Aldermen, Lord
Mayor, GARTER, CRANMER, DUKE with his marshal's staff, DUKE OF SUFFOLK, two Noblemen bearing great standing-bowls for the christening gifts; then four Noblemen bearing a canopy, under which the DUCHESS OF NORFOLK, godmother, bearing the child richly habited in a mantle, &c. train borne by a Lady : then follows the MARCHIONESS OF DORSET, the other godmother, and Ladies. The troop pass once about the stage, and Garter speaks :
Gar. K. Heaven, from thy endless goodness, send prosperous life, long, and ever happy, to the high and mighty princess of England, Elizabeth!
Florish. Enter KING and train.
the good queen
May hourly fall upon ye!
K. Hen. Thank you, good lord archbishop. What is her name? Cran.
Elizabeth. K. Hen.
[the King kisses the child. With this kiss take my blessing: God protect thee! Into whose hands I give thy life. Cran.
Let me speak, sir.