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like a traitor then?
Cran. Stay, good my Lords,
Cham. This is the King's ring.
Suf. 'Tis his right ring, by Heav'n. I told ye all, When we first put this dang'rous stone a-rolling, Twould fall upon ourselves.
Nor. D’you think, my Lords,
Cham. 'Tis now too certain.
Crom. My mind gave me,
Enter King, frowning on them; takes his feat. Gard. Dread Sov'reign, how much are we bound to In daily thanks, that gave us such a prince; [Heav'n Not only good and wife, but most religious? One that in all obedience makes the church The chief aini of his honour; and to strengthen That holy duty, out of dear refpect, His royal self in judgment comes to hear The cause betwixt her and this
great offender. King. You're ever good at sudden commendations, Bishop of Winchester. But know, I come not
To hear fuch fatt'ries now, and in my presence
He that dares moft, but wag his finger at thee,
Sur. May't please your Grace
King. No, Sir, it does not please me.
so far forget yourselves? I gave ye Pow'r, as he was a counsellor, to try him, Not as a groom. There's some of
ye, I fee, More out of malice than integrity, Would
him to the utmost, had ye means; Which
shall never have while I do live.
King. Well, well, my Lords, respect him:
You must be godfather, and answer for her.
Cran. The greatest monarch now alive may glory
you shall have
Gard. With a true heart
Cran. And let Heaven
King. Good man, those joyful tears shew thy true heart:
SCENE VII. The palace-yard. Noise and tumult. Enter Porter and his Man. Port. You'll leave your noise anon, ye rascals; do you take the court for Paris Garden? ye rude Naves, leave your
gaping Within. Good Mr. Porter, I belong to th' larder.
Port. Belong to the gallows, and be bang'd, ye rogue; is this a place to roar in? fetch me a dozen crab-tree Itaves, and strong 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 rascals?
Man. Pray, Sir, be patient; 'tis as much impoflible (Unless we swept them from the door with cannons) Io scatter 'em, as 'tis to make 'em sleep On May-day morning; which will never be: We may as well push against Paul's, as ftir 'em. Port. How got they in, and be hang'd?
Man. Alas, I know not; how gets the tide in?
Port. You did nothing, Sir.
Man. I am not Samson, nor Sir Guy, nor Colebrand, to mow 'em down before me; but if í spar'd 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 crow, God save her.
Within. Do you hear, Mr. Porter?
Port. I shall be with you presently, good Mr. Puppy. Keep the door close, firrah. Man What would
have me do? Port. What should you do, but knock 'em down by the dozens? Is this Morefields to muster in? or have we some strange Indian with the great tool come to court, the women fo besiege us? Bless 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 spoons will be the bigger, Sir. There is a fellow somewhat near the door, he should be a brafier by his face; for, o' my conscience, twenty of the dogdays now reign in's nofe; all that ftand 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 nofe difcharged against me;
he stands there like a mortar-piece to blow us up: There was a haberdasher's wife of fmall wit near him, that rail'd upon me till her pink'd porringer fell off her head, for kindling such a combustion in the state. I miss'd the meteor once, and hit that woman, who cry'd out, Clubs! when I might see from far fome forty truncheoneers draw to her succour; which were the hope of the Strand, where she was quarter'd. They fell on; I made good my place; at length they came to th' broom-staff with me, I defy'd 'em still; when suddenly a file of boys behind 'em deliver'd such a shower of pebbles, loose shot, that 'I was fain to draw mine honour in, and let 'em win the work. The devil was amongst 'em, I think, surely. Port. These are the youths that thunder at a play
house, and fight for bitten apples; that no audience but
Enter Lord Chamberlain.
Port. Please your Honour,
Cham. As I live,
Port. Make way there for the Princefs!
your head ake.
Port. You i' th' camblet, get up o' th' rail, I'll peck you o'er the pales else.
[Excunt. SCENE VIII. Changes to the palace. Enter trumpets founding; then two Aldermen, Lord Mayor,
Garter, Cranmer, Duke of Norfolk with his Marlal's staff, Duke of Suffolk, two Noblemen bearing great fanding bowls for the christening-gifts; then four Noblemen bearing a canopy, under which the Dutchess of