Man. You great fellow, [Exeunt. Stand close up, or I'll make your head ache. SCENE V. The palace. Enter trumpets, sounding; then two Aldermen, LORD MAYOR, GARTER, CRANMER, DUKE oF NORFOLK 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 DORSET, the other godmother, and Ladies. troop pass once about the stage, and GARTER speaks. The Gart. Heaven, from thy endless goodness, send prosperous life, long, and ever happy, to the high and mighty princess of England, Elizabeth! Flourish. Enter KING and Guard. Cran. [Kneeling] And to your royal grace, and the good queen, My noble partners, and myself, thus pray: What is her name? Thank you, good lord archbishop: Cran. King. Elizabeth. Stand up, lord. 10 [The King kisses the child. With this kiss take my blessing: God protect thee! Cran. Amen. King. My noble gossips, ye have been too prodigal: I thank ye heartily; so shall this lady, When she has so much English. Cran. 20 A pattern to all princes living with her, And all that shall succeed: Saba was never More covetous of wisdom and fair virtue Than this pure soul shall be: all princely graces, Shall still be doubled on her: truth shall nurse her, Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her: 30 She shall be loved and fear'd: her own shall bless her: Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow: good grows with her: As great in admiration as herself; So shall she leave her blessedness to one, When heaven shall call her from this cloud of darkness, Who from the sacred ashes of her honour Shall star-like rise, as great in fame as she was, And so stand fix'd: peace, plenty, love, truth, terror, Shall then be his, and like a vine grow to him: King. To the ground, and all the world shall mourn her. Thou hast made me now à man! never, before This happy child, did I get any thing; This oracle of comfort has so pleased me, That when I am in heaven I shall desire 40 50 60 To see what this child does, and praise my Maker. EPILOGUE. "Tis ten to one this play can never please 70 [Exeunt. 10 SCENE: Troy, and the Grecian camp before it. PROLOGUE. IN Troy, there lies the scene. From isles of Greece With wanton Paris sleeps; and that's the quarrel. And the deep-drawing barks do there disgorge 10 Their brave pavilions: Priam's six-gated city, Now expectation, tickling skittish spirits, To tell you, fair beholders, that our play Like or find fault; do as your pleasures are: ACT I. SCENE I. Troy. Before Priam's palace. Enter TROILUS armed, and PANDARUS. Tro. The Greeks are strong and skilful to their strength, Fierce to their skill and to their fierceness valiant; But I am weaker than a woman's tear, Tamer than sleep, fonder than ignorance, Less valiant than the virgin in the night And skilless as unpractised infancy. 10 Pen. Well, I have told you enough of this; for my part, I'll not meddle nor make no further. He that will have a cake out of the wheat must needs tarry the grinding. Tro. Have I not tarried? Pan. Ay, the grinding; but you must tarry the bolting. Tro. Have I not tarried? Pan. Ay, the bolting, but you must tarry the leavening. Tro. Still have I tarried. 20 Pan. Ay, to the leavening; but here's yet in the word hereafter" the kneading, the making of the cake, the heating of the oven and the baking; nay, you must stay the cooling too, or you may chance to burn your lips. |