Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, with her : Good grows In her days, every man shall eat in safety, 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 honor, Shall starlike rise, as great in fame as she was, That were the servants to this chosen infant, Shall be, and make new nations: he shall florish, To all the plains about him. Our children's children Shall see this, and bless Heaven. K. Hen. Thou speakest wonders. Cran. She shall be, to the happiness of England, An aged princess: many days shall see her, And yet no day without a deed to crown it. To the ground, and all the world shall mourn her. Thou hast made me now a man; never, before This happy child, did I get any thing. That, when I am in heaven, I shall desire To see what this child does, and praise my Maker. Ye must all see the queen, and she must thank ye; [Exeunt. EPILOGUE. "Tis ten to one, this play can never please All that are here. Some come to take their ease, And sleep an act or two; but those, we fear, We have frighted with our trumpets; so, 'tis clear, 1 In the character of Katharine. END OF VOL. IX. |