Flourish. Enter KING and Train. Cran. [Kneeling.] And to your royal grace and the good Queen, My noble partners, and myself, thus pray : K. Hen. Thank you, good lord Archbishop; Cran. K. Hen. Elizabeth. Stand up, lord. [The KING kisses the Child. With this kiss take my blessing: God protect thee! Into whose hand 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. Cran. Let me speak, sir, For Heaven now bids me; and the words I utter Let none think flattery, for they 'll find 'em truth. This royal infant,-Heaven still move about her!— Though in her cradle, yet now promises Upon this land a thousand thousand blessings, Which time shall bring to ripeness. She shall be-- : Than this pure soul shall be all princely graces That mould up such a mighty piece as this is, With all the virtues that attend the good, Shall still be doubled on her: Truth shall nurse her; Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her: her; Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow: good grows with her : 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 honour, Shall star-like rise, as great in fame as she was, And so stand fixed. Peace, plenty, love, truth, terror, That were the servants to this chosen infant, 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. Would I had known no more! but she must dieShe must, the saints must have her ;-yet a virgin, A most unspotted lily shall she pass To the ground, and all the world shall mourn her. K. Hen. O lord Archbishop, Thou hast made me now a man: never, before This oracle of comfort has so pleased me, That, when I am in heaven, I shall desire To see what this child does, and praise my Maker. lords: Ye must all see the Queen, and she must thank ye, [Exeunt. EPILOGUE. "T is 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, 't is clear, They'll say, 't is naught: others, to hear the city Abused extremely, and to cry,-'That's witty !' 192 KING HENRY VIII. Which we have not done neither; that, I fear, All the expected good we 're like to hear For this play, at this time, is only in The merciful construction of good women; And 't will do, I know, within a while All the best men are ours; for 't is ill hap, If they hold, when their ladies bid 'em clap. |