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Enter KING, frowning on them; takes his Gar. With a true heart,
scut.

And brother love, I do it.
Gar. Dread sovereign, how much are we

Cran. And let heaven
bound to heaven

Witness, how dear I hold this confirmation. In daily thanks, that gave us such a prince;

K. Hen. Good man, those joyful tears show Not only good and wise, but most religious :

thy true heart. One that, in all obediewe, makes the church

The common voice, I see, is verifed The chief aiin of bis honour; and, to

of thee, which says thus, Do my lord of Can. strengthen

terbury That holy duty, out of dear respect,

A shrewd turn, and he is your friend for

ever.His royal self in judgment conies to hear The canse betwixt her and this great offender.

Come, lords, we trifle time away ; I long K. Hen. You were ever good at suddeu com- To have this young one inade a Christian. mendations,

As I have made ye one, lords, one remain; Bishop of Winchester. But know, I come not

So I grow stronger, you more honour gain. To bear such dattery now, and in iny pre

(Eceunt. sence;

SCENE III.-The Palace Yard.
They are too thin and base to hide offences.
To me you cannot reach, you play the spaniel,

Noise and tumult within. Enter PORTER And think with wagging of your tongue to win

and his MAN. me ; But, whatsoe'er thou tah'st me for, I am sure,

Port. You'll leave your noise anon, ye rasThou hast a cruel nature and a bloody.

cals : Do you take the court for Paris-garden ? Good man, [TO CRANMER.) sit down. Now let ye rude slaves, leave your gaping. + me see the proudest

(Within.] Good master porter, I belong to

the larder. He, that dares most, but wag his finger at

Port. Belong to the gallows, and be banged, thee : By all that's holy, he had better starve,

you rogue : Is this a place to roar in ?-Fetch Tuan but once think his place becomes thee me a dozen crab-tree staves, and strong ones;

these are but switches to them.-l'Il scratch bot. Sur. May it please your grace,

your heads : You must be seeing christenings ! K. Hen. No, Sir, it does not please me.

Do you look for ale and cakes here, you rude

rascals ? I thought I had had men of some understand.

Man. Pray, Sir, be patient; 'tis as much And wisdom of my council ; but I find none.

impossible Was is discretion, lords, to let this mar,

(Unless we sweep them from the door with This good man, (few of you deserve that title,)

canions, This honest man, wait like a lowsy footboy

To scatter them, as 'tis to make them sleep At chamber dour ? and one as great as you we may as well push agaiust Paul's, as stir

On May-day morning ; which will never be : are 1

them. Wby, wbat a shame was this? Did my commission

Port. How got they in, and he hang'd ? Bid ye so forget yourselves ? I gave ye

Man. Alas, I know not; How gets the tide in Power as he was a counsellor to try him,

As much as one sound cudgel of four fost Not as a groom; There's some of ye, I see,

(You see the poor remainder) could distribute, More out of malice tban integrity,

I made no spare, Sir. Would try him to the utnjost, had ye mean ;

Purt. You did nothing, Sir. Whicb ye shall never have while I live.

Man. I am not Samson, nor Sir Guy, nor Chan. Thus far,

Colbrand, 1 to mow them down before me : My most dread sovereizn, may it like your grace either young or old, he or she, cuckold or

but if I spared any, that had a head to hit, To let my tongue excuse all. What was pur. pos'd

cuckold-maker, let me never hope to see a Concerning his imprisonment, was rather

chine again ; and that I would not for a cow,

God save her. (If there be faith in men,) meant for his trial, And fair purgation to the world, than malice ;

(Within.) Do you hear, master Porter ? I am sure, in me.

Port. I sball be with you presently, good K. Hen. Well, well, my lords, respect bim ;

master puppy.-Keep the door close, Sirrah. Take him, and use him well, he's worthy of

Man. What would you have me do

Port. What should you do, but knock them I will say thas much for him, If a prince

down by the dozens? Is this Moortields to mus. May be beholden to a subject, I

ter in ? or have we some strange Indian with An, for bis lure and service, so to him.

the great tool come to court, the women NO Mike me no more ado, but all embrace him ;

besiege as ? Bless me, what a sry of forniBe friends, for shatne, my lords.--My lord of cation is at door! On my Christian conscience, Canterbury,

this one christening will beget a thousand ; 1 bate a suit which you must not deny me ;

here will be fatber, godfather, and all toge.

ther. This is, a fair young maid that yet wants' baptisid,

Man. The spoons will be the bigger, Sir. Yor most he godfather, and answer for her.

There is a fellow somewhat near the door, he Cran. The greatest monarch now alive may

should be a brazier by his face, for o'ıny conglory

science, twenty of the dog.days now reign in's In sorb an bonour; how may I deserye it,

nose ;

all that stand about him, are under the That am a poor and humble subject to you?

line, they need no other penance : That fireK. Hen. Come, come, my lord, you'd spare drake did i bit three times on the bead, and your spoons ; you shall have

three times was his nose discharged against T* noble partners with you ; the old duchess me; he stands there like a nuortar-piece, to of Norfolk,

blow us There was a haberdasher's wife of And lady marquis Dorset ; Will these please small wit near him, that rail'd upon me till you? ber pink porringer ý fell off her head, for

1 Orice more, my lord of Winchester, I charge kindling such a combustion in the state. you,

• The bear garden on the Bank-side. Embrace, and love this man.

+ Roarins.

1 Gug of Warwick, vanquislied Colbrand the Danish . It was an ancient custom for sponsora to present giant.

Pink'd cap. * Pa> to their god-children.

it.

Crom. Please your hogionrå,
The chuet cause concerns his grace of Canter Y

bury.
Gar. Has he had knowledge of its

Be (rom. Yes.

W Nor. Who waits there

C: D. Kerp. Without, my noble lords?

La Gar. Yes. 1. Keep. My lord archbisbop;

In And bas done half an hour, to know your plea-Bu

sures. Chan. Let him come in. D. Keep. Your grace may enter now. TH

(CRANYER approaches the Council-table. Chan. My good lord arch bishop, I am very To

sorry
To sit bere at this present, and behold
That chair stand empty : But we all are men,
In our own natures frail : and capable

Ву of our flesh, few are angels : out of which he frailty,

Fo And want of wisdom, you, that best should To

teach us, Have misdernean'd yourself, and not a little, Toward the king first, then his laws, in filling Of The whole realm by your teaching, and your

chaplains, (For 80 we are inform’d,) with new opinions, of Divers, and dangerous ; which are beresies, And, wot reform'd, inay prove pernicious.

Gar. Which reformation must be suddeu too, My goble lords: for those, that tamne wild M

horses, Pace them not in their hands to make them

gentle; But stop their mouths with stubborn bits, and Re

spur them, Till they obey the manage. If we suffer

Fo (Out of our easiness, and childish pity To one man's honour) this contagious sick

ness, Farewell, all physic: And what follows then ? Coinmotions, uproars, with a general taint Of the whole state : as, of late days, our neigh. Y

bours, The upper Germany, can dearly witness, Yet freshly pitied in our memories. Cran. My good lords, bitherto, in all the progress

B Both of my life and office, I have labour'd, And with no little study, that my teaching, And the strong course of my authority, Might go one way, and safely ; and the end I Was ever, to do well: nor is there living (I speak it with a single beart, * my lords,) A nan, that more detests, more stirs against, Both in his private conscience, and his place, Defacers of a public peace, than I do. 'Pray heaven, the king may never find a heart With less allegiance in it! Men that make Envy and crooked malice nourishment, Dare bite the best. I do beseech your lord.

ships, That in this case of justice, my accusers, Be what they will, may stand forth face to face, And freely urge against me.

St. Nay, ly lt, That cannot be ; you are a counsellor, Aud by that virtue, no nian dare accuse you. Gar. My lord, because we have business of

more inoment, We will be short with you. 'Tis his bighness'

pleasure, And our consent, for better trial of you, From hence you be committed to the Tower ; Where, being but a private man again, You shall know many dare accuse yon boldly, More than, I fear, you are provided for. Cran. Ah! my good lord of Winchester, 1

thank you, You are always my good friend ; if your will

pass,

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An aged princess ; many days shall see ber, She will be sick else. This day, no man think And yet no day without a deed to crown it. He has business at bis house ; for all shall 'Would I had known no more! but she must

stay, die,

This little one sball make it boliday. (Exeunt. Sbe must, the saints must have her ; yet a virgin,

EPILOGUE.
A most unspotted lily shall she pass
To the ground, and all the world shall mourn

'Tis ten to one, this play can never please ber.

All that are here : Some come to take their K. Hen. o lord archbishop,

ease, Thoa bast made me now a man ; never, before

And sleep an act or two; but those, we fear, This bappy child, did I get any thing :

We have frighted with our trumpets ; so, 'tis

clear This oracle of confort has so pleas'd me, That, when I am in heaven, I shall desire

They'll say, 'tis Daught : others, to hear the To see what this child does, and praise my Abus'd extremely, and to cry,—that's witty!

city Maker. I thank ye all,-To you, my good lord mayor,

Which we have not done neither : 'that, I fear, And your good brethren, I'am much beholden : All the expected good we are like to hear I bave receiv'd much honour by your presence, For this play at this time, is only in And ye sball find nie thankful. Lead the way, For such a one we show'd them : If they smile,

The mercitul construction of good women ; lords ;Ye must all see the queen, and she must thank And say, 'twill do, I know, within a while

All the best men are our's ; for 'lis ill hap, ye,

If they bold, when their ladies bid them clap. • As this play was probably written in the time of Queen Elizabeth, it is easily determined where Cran- • It is supposed that the epilogue and prologue to mer's eulogiu in termiunted

this play were both written by Ben Jonson.

WI

miss'd the meteor once, and hit that woman,
who cried out, clubs! when I might see from C
far some forty truncheoneers draw to her suc-
cour, which were the hope of the Strand, where My
she was quartered. They fell on ; I made good All
my place; at length they came to the broon. Het
staff with me, I detied them still; when sud-Ma
denly a file of boys behind them, loose shot,
delivered such a shower of pebbles, that I was Wh
fain to draw ipine bonour in, and let them win C
the work : The devil is amongst them, I think,
surely.

Port. These are the youths that thunder at a Wu play-bouse, and fight for bitten apples; that bo audience, but the Tribulation of Tower-hill, Int 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 it! banquet of two beadles, that is to come. Enter the Lord CHAMBERLAIN.

FO! Cham. Mercy o'me, what a multitude are bere !

Le They grow still too, from all parts they are coming,

Th As if we kept a fair here! Where are these porters,

Th These lazy knaves ?-Ye have made a fine hand, Up fellows.

WI There's a trim rabble let in : Are all these Your faithful friends o'the suburbs We shall (B

bave Great store of room, no doubt, left for the an ladies,

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M When they pass back from the christening. Th

Port. An't please your honour We are but men; and wbat so many may do, TE Not being torn a pieces, we have done :

W An army cannot rule them.

Sh Cham. As I live, If the king blame me for't, I'll lay ye all

H By the beels, and suddenly ; and on your heads Clap round fines, for beglect : You are lazy Sh

kuaves ; And here ye lie baiting of bumbards, when H Ye should do service. Hark, the trumpets A

sound; They are come already from the christening :

I Go, break among the press, and find a way out To let the troop pass fairly; or I'll find

1 A Marshalsea shall bold you play these two

months. Port. Make way there for the princess. Man. You great fellow, stand close up, or I'll make your head ache.

Port. You i'the camblet, get up o'the rail ; I'll pick you o'er the pales else. (Eseunt.

L

SCENE IV.-The Palace, I

Enter Trumpets, sounding : then two Al

dermen, 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 Ludies. The Troop pass once about the stage, and GARTER speaks.

Gart. Heaven from thy endless goodness, send prosperous life, long, and ever happy, to the high and mighty princess of England Elizabeth ! ..

• The brazier.

+ Place of confinement. 1 A desert of whipping: 6 Black leather vessels to hold beer. I Pitch.

At Greenwich. •. These are the actual words used at Elizabeth christening

word

Turn melancholy forth to funerals,

But earthlier happy is the rose distilla, The pale companion is not for our pomp. Than that, which, withering on the virgin (Exit PHILOSTRATE.

thorn, Hippolyta, I woo'd thee with my sword, Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedAud won ihy love, doing thee injuries;

ness. But I will wed thee in another key,

Her. So will I grow, so live, so die, my With pomp, with triumph, and with revel.

lord, ling.

Ere I will yield my virgin patent up

Uuto his lordsbip, whose unwished yoke Enter EGEUS, HERMIA, LYSANDER, and My soul consents not to give suvereignty. DEMETRIUS.

The. Take time to pairse : aud by the next Ege. Happy be Theseus, our renowned duke !

new moon, The. Tbanks, good Egeus : What's the news (The sealing-day betwixt my love and me, with thee?

For everlasting bond of fellowship,) Ege. Full of vexation come I, with complaint Upon that day either prepare to die, Against my child, my daughter Hermia.

For disobedience to your father's will : Stand forth, Demetrius ;-My noble lord,

Or else, to wed Demetrius, as he would : This man bath my consent to marry her :

Or on Diana's altar to protest, Stand forth, Lysander ;-and, my gracious

For aye, austerity and single life. duke,

Dem. Releut, sweet Hermia ; ---And, LysanThis bath bewitch'd the bosom of my child :

der, yield Thou, thou, Lysauder, ihou hast given her Thy crazed title to my certain right, rhymes,

Lys. You have her

father's love, DemeApd interchang'd love tokens with my child :

trius; Thou hast by moon-light at her window sung,

Let me have Hermia's : do you marry him. With feigning voice, verses of feigning love :

Ege. Scornful Lysander ! true, he hath my And stol'n the impression of her fantasy

love ; With bracelets of thy bair, rings, gawds, t cou. And what is mine my love shall render bim ; ceits,

And she is mine ; and all my right of her Knacks, trities, nosegays, sweetmeats ; messen

I do estate unto Demetrius. gers

Lys. I am, my lord, as well deriv'd as be, or strong prevailment in onharden'd youth :

As well possess'd; my love is more than bis; With cunning bast thou fich'd my daughter's My fortunes every way as fairly rank'd, beart;

If not with vantage, as Demetrius'; Turg'd her obedience, which is due to me, And, which is more than all these boasts can To stubborn harshness :--And, my gracious

be, duke,

I am belov'd of beauteous Hermia: Be it so she will not bere before your grace

Why should not I then prosecute my right? Consent to marry with Demetrius,

Demetrius, I'll avouch it to his head, I bez the ancient privilege of Athens;

Made love to Nedar's daughter, Helena, As she is mine, I may dispose of her:

And won her soul; and she, sweet lady, dotes, Which shall be either to this gentleman,

Devoutly dotes, dotes in idolatry, Or to her death ; according to our law,

Upon this spotted and inconstant man. Immediately provided in that case.

The. I must confess, that I have beard so The. What say you, Hermia? be advis'd, fair

much, Inaid :

And with Demetrius thought to bave spoke To you your father should be as a god ;

thereof; Que that compos'd your beauties ; yea, and But, being over-full of self-affairs,

My mind uid lose it.-But, Demetrius, come ; To whom you are but as a form in wax,

And come, Egeus ; you shall go with ine, By hin imprinted, and within his power

I bave some private schooling for you both. To leave the figure, or disfigure it.

For you, fair Hermia, look you arm yourself Demetrius is a worthy gentleman.

To fit your fancies to your father's will; Her. So is Lysander.

Or else the law of Athens yield you up The. In himself he is :

(Which by no means we may extenuaie,) Bat, in this kind, wanting your father's voice,

To death, or to a vow of single life.The other must be held the worthier.

Come, my Hippolyla ; What cheer, my love ? Her. I would, my father look'd but with my Demetrius, and Egeus, go along : eyes.

I must employ you in some business The. Rather your eyes must with his judg. Against our nuptial; and conser with you inent look.

Of something nearly that concerns yourselves. Her. I do entreat your grace to pardon me.

Ege. With duty and desire we follow you. I loow oot by what power I am made bold;

(Exeunt Thes. Hip. EGE. DEM. and Nor how it may concern my modesty,

train. Ja sach a presence bere, to plead my thoughts : Lys. How now, my love ? Why is your cheek But I beseech your grace that I may know

so pale? The worst that may befall me in this case,

How chance the roses there do fade so fast ? II refuse to wed Demetrius.

Her. Belike for want of rain ; which I could The. Either to die the death, or to abjure

well For ever the society of men.

Beteem them from the tempest of mine eyes. Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires, Lys. Ah! me, for aught that ever I could Koow of your youth, examine well your blood,

read, Whether, if you yield not to your father's Could ever bear by tale or bistory, choice,

The course of true love never did run smooth: You can endure the livery of a nun;

But, either it was ditterent in blood; For aye: to be in shady cloister mew'd,

Her. O cross! too high to be enthrall'd to To live a barres sister all your lire,

low ! Cbaunting faint byrons to the cold fruitless Lys. Or else misgraffed, in respect of years moon.

Her. Ospite! too old to be engag'd to Tarice blessed they, that master 80 their

young! blood,

Lys. Or else it stood upon the choice of To undergo such maiden pilgrimage:

friends :

Her. ( bell! to choose love by another's eve ?
• Slows
+ Baubles.

1 Ever.
• Wicked.

Give, bestow.

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