Make me no more ado, but all embrace him; [They embrace CRANMER.] My lord of Canterbury, I have a suit which you must not deny me: Cran. The greatest monarch now alive may glory King. Come, come, my lord, you'd spare your spoons: you shall have Two noble partners with you; the old duchess of Norfolk, And lady marquis Dorset ; Will these please you?— Once more, my lord of Winchester, I charge you, Embrace, and love this man. Gard. With a true heart, And brother's love, I do it. Cran. And let heaven [Embraces CRANMER, Witness, how dear I hold this confirmation. King. Good man, those joyful tears show thy true heart. The common voice, I see, is verify'd Of thee, which says thus, Do my lord of Canterbury [Exeunt the King, CRANMER, GARDINER, Chan- SCENE IV. The Palace Yard. The Procession to the Christening. SCENE V. The Palace. Flourish of Trumpets and Drums. The King, and all the Court, discovered. Cran. (Kneeling.) Now to your royal grace, and the good queen, My noble partners, and myself, thus pray ;- King. Thank you, good lord archbishop: Cran. Elizabeth. King. Stand up, lord. [The King takes the Child, and kisses her. With this kiss take my blessing: Heaven protect thee! Into whose hand I give thy life. [Returns the Child to the Duchess of NORFOLK. 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. Let me speak, sir; For heaven now bids me: And the words I utter And all that shall succeed. Truth shall nurse her, Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her: She shall be lov'd, and fear'd: Her own shall bless her; Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow : Our children's children Shall see this, and bless heaven. King. 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 die, She 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, King. O lord archbishop, This oracle of comfort has so pleas'd me, That, when I am in heaven, I shall desire Ye must all see the queen, and she must thank you, He has business at his house; for all shall stay, Flourish of Trumpets and Drums. THE END. Printed by S. GOSNELL, Little Queen Street, Holborn. [Exeunt. |