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 2 once, and hit that woman, who cried out, Clubs! 3 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 beadles,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, 1 Pinked cap. 2 i. e. the brazier. 3 Clubs!' was the outcry for assistance on any quarrel or tumult in the streets. 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 have Great store of room, no doubt, left for the ladies, Not being torn a pieces, we have done. An army cannot rule them. If the king blame me for 't, I'll lay ye all By the heels, and suddenly; and on your heads Ye should do service. Hark, the trumpets sound; 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 head ache. 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'll 1 pick you o'er the pales else. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. The Palace.2 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 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. Cran. [kneeling.] And to your royal grace and the good queen My noble partners and myself thus pray :— With this kiss take my blessing: God protect thee! Into whose hands I give thy life. Cran. Amen. K. Hen. My noble gossips, ye have been too prodigal : I thank ye heartily; so shall this lady, When she has so much English. Let me speak, sir. Cran. Upon this land a thousand thousand blessings, Shall still be doubled on her: truth shall nurse her, Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her. She shall be loved and fear'd: her own shall bless her; |