Man. Alas, I know not; how gets the tide in? As much as one found cudgel of four foot

(You fee the poor remainder) could distribute. I made no fpare, Sir.

Port. You did nothing, Sir.

Man. I am not Samfon, nor Sir Guy, nor Colebrand, to mow 'em down before me; but if I fpar'd any that had a head to hit, either young or old, he or fhe, cuckold or cuckold-maker, let me never hope to see a chine again; and that 1 would not for a crow, God fave her. Within. Do you hear, Mr. Porter?

Port. I fhall be with you prefently, good Mr. Puppy. Keep the door close, firrah.

Man: What would you have me do?

Port. What fhould you do, but knock 'em down by the dozens? Is this Morefields to mufter in? or have we fome ftrange Indian with the great tool come to court, the women fo befiege us? Blefs me! what a fry of fornication is at the door? on my Chriftian confcience, this one christening will beget a thoufand; here will be father, godfather, and all together.

Man. The fpoons will be the bigger, Sir. There is a fellow fomewhat near the door, he should be a brafier by his face; for, o' my confcience, 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 againft me; he stands there like a mortar-piece to blow us up. There was a haber

dafher's wife of fmall wit near him, that rail'd upon me till her pink'd porringer fell off her head, for kindling fuch a combuftion in the ftate. I mifs'd the meteor once, and hit that woman, who cry'd out, Clubs! when I might fee from far fome forty truncheoneers draw to her fuccour; which were the hope of the Strand, where fhe 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 ftill; when fuddenly a file of boys behind 'em deliver'd fuch a fhower of pebbles, loose fhot, that I was fain to draw mine honour in, and let 'em win the work. The devil was amongst 'em, I think, furely. Port. These are the youths that thunder at a play

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houfe,

houfe, 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 fome of 'em in Limbo Patrum, and there they are like to dance these three days; befides the running banquet of two beadles that is to come.

Enter Lord Chamberlain.

'Cham. Mercy o' me! what a multitude are here?
They grow ftill too; from all parts they are coming,
As if we kept a fair. Where are these porters?
These lazy knaves? ye've made a fine hand, fellows;
There's a trim rabble let in; are all thefe

Your faithful friends o' th' fuburbs? we shall have
Great ftore of room, no doubt, left for the ladies,
When they pafs back from th' chrift'ning?
Port. Please your Honour,

We are but men; and what fo many may do,
Not being torn in pieces, we have done:
An army cannot rule 'em.

Cham. As I live,

If the King blame me for't, I'll lay you all
By th' heels, and fuddenly; and on your heads
Clap round fines for neglect: y'are lazy knaves:
And here ye lie baiting of bumbards, when
Ye fhould do fervice. Hark, the trumpets found;
Th' are come already from the christening;
Go break among the prefs, and find a way out
To let the troop pafs fairly, or I'll find

A Marshalfea shall hold you play these two months.
Port. Make way there for the Princefs!

Man. You great fellow, ftand close up, or I'll make your head ake.

Port. You i' th' camblet, get up o' th' rail, I'll peck you o'er the pales else.

SCENE VIII. Changes to the palace.

[Exeunt.

Enter trumpets founding; then two Aldermen, Lord Mayor, Garter, Cranmer, Duke of Norfolk with his Marbal's faff, Duke of Suffolk, two Noblemen bearing great ftanding bowls for the chriftening-gifts; then four Noblemen bearing a canopy, under which the Dutchess of

Norfolk,

Norfolk, godmother, bearing the child richly habited in a mantle, c. train borne by a Lady: then follows the Marchionefs of Dorfet, the other godmother, and ladies. The troop pafs once about the ftage, and Garter speaks.

Gart. Heav'n, from thy endless goodness, fend long And ever happy, to the high and mighty [life,

Princefs of England, fair Elifabeth!

Flourish. Enter King and Guard.

Cran. And to your Royal Grace, and the good Queen, My noble partners, and myself thus pray;

All comfort, joy, in this moft gracious lady,
That heav'n e'er laid up to make parents happy,
May hourly fall upon ye!

King. Thank you, good Lord Archbishop:
What is her name?

Cran. Elifabeth.

King. Stand up, Lord.

With this kifs take my bleffing: God protect thee,
Into whofe hand I give thy life.

Cran. Amen.

King. My noble goffips, y' have been too prodigal,
I thank you heartily: fo fhall this lady,
When she has fo much English.

Cran. Let me fpeak, Sir;

(For Heav'n now bids me,) and the words I utter,
Let none think flatt'ry, for they'll find 'em truth.
This royal infant, (heav'n ftill move about her,)
Though in her cradle, yet now promises
Upon this land a thousand thousand bleffings,
Which time shall bring to ripenefs. She shall be
(But few now living can behold that goodness)
A pattern to all princes living with her,
And all that shall fucceed. Sheba was never
More covetous of wisdom and fair virtue,

Than this blefs'd foul fhall be. All princely graces,
That mould up fuch a mighty piece as this,
With all the virtues that attend the good,

Shall ftill be doubled on her. Truth fhall nurse her:
Holy and heav'nly thoughts ftill counsel her:

"She fhall be lov'd and fear'd. Her own fhall blefs her;

"Her

"Her foes fhake, like a field of beaten corn,

[her.

And hang their heads with forrow. Good grows with "In her days, ev'ry man fhall eat in safety "Under his own vine what he plants, and fing "The merry fongs of peace to all his neighbours. "God fhall be truly known, and those about her "From her fhall read the perfect ways of honour, "And claim by thofe their greatnefs, not by blood. "Nor fhall this peace fleep with her; but as when. "The bird of wonder dies, the maiden- phoenix, "Her ashes new create another heir,

"As great in admiration as herself;

"So fhall fhe leave her bleffedness to one,

"(When Heav'n fhall call her from this cloud of darkWho from the facred afhes of her honour

[nefs,) "Shall star-like rife, as great in fame as fhe was, "And fo ftand fix'd. Peace, plenty, love, truth, terror, "That were the fervants to this chofen infant, "Shall then be his, and like a vine grow to him; "Where-ever the bright fun of heav'n fhall shine, "His honour and the greatnefs of his name.

"Shall be, and make new nations. He fhall flourish,
❝. And, like a mountain-cedar, reach his branches
"To all the plains about him: childrens' children
Shall fee this, and bless heav'n.”
King. Thou fpeakest wonders.

Cran. She fhall be, to the happiness of England,.
An aged princefs; many days fhall fee her,
And yet no day without a deed to crown it.
Would I had known no more! but she must die,
She muft, the faints must have her yet a virgin;.

A moft unfpotted lily fhall fhe pass

Unto th' ground, and all the world shall mourn her..
King. O Lord Archbishop,

Thou❜ft made me now a man; never before
This happy child did I get any thing.
This oracle of comfort has fo pleas'd me,
That when I am in heav'n, I shall defire

To fee what this child does, and praise my Maker.
I thank ye all.To you, my good Lord Mayor,
And your good brethren, I am much beholden:
I have receiv'd much. honour by your prefence,

And

And ye
fhall find me thankful. Lead the way, Lords;
Ye must all fee the Queen, and fhe muft thank ye,
She will be fick elfe. This day no man think,
H'as business at his house, for all shall stay,
This little one shall make it holiday.

EPILOGUE.

'TIS ten to one, this play can never please
All that are here. Some come to take their eafe,
And fleep an act or two; but those we fear
We've frighted with our trumpets: fo'tis clear,
They'll fay 'tis naught. Others, to hear the city
Abus'd extremely, and to cry, That's witty!
Which we have not done neither; that I fear
All the expected good w'are like to hear
For this play at this time, is only in
The merciful conftruction of good women;
(For fuch a one we fhew'd'em.) If they fmile,
And fay 'twill do, I know within a while
All the beft men are ours; for 'tis ill hap,
If they hold when their ladies bid 'em clap.

[Exeunt.

THE END OF THE FIFTH VOLUME.