Might go one way, and safely; and the end Gar. My lord, because we have business of more moment, We will be short with you. 'Tis his highness' pleasure, And our consent, for better trial of you, From hence you be committed to the Tower; Cran. Ah, my good lord of Winchester, I thank you, You are always my good friend; if your will pass, Gar. Good master secretary, I cry your honour mercy; you may, worst Of all this table, say so. Crom. Why, my lord? Gar. Do not I know you for a favourer Of this new sect ? ye are not sound. 'Tis now too certain : How much more is his life in value with him? 'Would I were fairly out on't. My mind gave me, Crom. In seeking tales, and informations, Ye blew the fire that burns ye: Now have at ye. Enter KING, frowning on them; takes his Seat. Gar. Dread sovereign, how much are we bound to heaven In daily thanks, that gave us such a prince; Bishop of Winchester. But know, I come not He, that dares most, but wag his finger at thee: K. Hen. No, sir, it does not please me. I had thought, I had had men of some under standing And wisdom, of my council; but I find none. More out of malice than integrity, Chan. Thus far, My most dread sovereign, may it like your grace To let my tongue excuse all. What was purpos'd Concerning his imprisonment, was rather (If there be faith in men) meant for his trial, And fair purgation to the world, than malice; I am sure, in me. K. Hen. Well, well, my lords, respect him; Am, for his love and service, so to him. terbury, I have a suit which you must not deny me; Cran. The greatest monarch now alive may glory 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. Man. I am not Samson, nor sir Guy, nor Colbrand, to mow them down before me: but, if I spared any, that had a head to hit, either young or old, he or she, let me never hope to see a chine again. [Within.] Do you hear, master porter? Port. I shall be with you presently, good master puppy. Keep the door close, sirrah. Man. What would you have me do? Port. What should you do, but knock them down by the dozens? Is this Moorfields to muster in? Man. There is a fellow somewhat near the door, he should be a brazier by his face, for, o' my conscience, twenty of the dog-days now reign in's nose; all that stand about him are under the line, they need no other penance: That fire-drake did I hit three times on the head, and three times was his nose discharged against me; he stands there, like a mortar-piece, to blow us. There was a haberdasher's wife of small wit near him, that railed upon me till her pink'd porringer 5 fell off her head, for kindling such a combustion in the state. miss'd the meteor 6 once, and hit that woman, who cried out clubs! when I might see from far some forty truncheoneers draw to her succour, which were the hope of the Strand, where she was quartered. They fell on; I made good my place; at length they came to the broomstaff with me, I defied them still; when suddenly a file of boys behind them, loose shot, delivered such a shower of pebbles, that I K. Hen. Good man, those joyful tears show thy I was fain to draw mine honour in, and let them SCENE III.-The Palace Yard. Noise and Tumult within. Enter Porter and his Man. Port. You'll leave your noise anon, ye rascals: Do you take the court for Paris-garden 2? ye rude slaves, leave your gaping. 3 [Within.] Good master porter, I belong to the larder. Port. Belong to the gallows, and be hanged, you rogue: Is this the place to roar in? - Fetch me a dozen crab-tree staves, and strong ones; these are but switches to them. I'll scratch your heads: You must be seeing christenings? Do you look for ale and cake here, you rude rascals? Man. Pray, sir, be patient; 'tis as much impossible (Unless we sweep them from the door with cannons,) To scatter them, as 'tis to make them sleep On May-day morning; which will never be: We may as well push against Paul's, as stir them. Port. How got they in, and be hang'd? It was an ancient custom for sponsors to present spoons to their god-children. 2 The bear garden on the Bank-side. 3 Roaring. win the work: The devil was amongst them, I think, surely. Port. These are the youths that thunder at a play-house, 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 some of them in Limbo Patrum7, and there they are like to dance these three days; besides the running banquet of two beadles, that is to come. Enter the Lord Chamberlain. Cham. Mercy o' me, what a multitude are here! They grow still too, from all parts they are coming, As if we kept a fair here! Where are these porters, These lazy knaves? - Ye have made a fine hand, Ye should do service. Hark, the trumpets sound; | Than this pure soul shall be: all princely graces, A Marshalsea, shall hold you play these two months. Port. You i' the camblet, get up o' the rail; I'll 1 SCENE IV. - The Palace. 2 Enter Trumpets, sounding; then two Aldermen, Lord Mayor, Garter, CRANMER, DUKE OF NORFOLK, with his Marhal'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 Ladies. 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. Flourish. Enter KING, and Train. Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, In her days, every man shall eat in safety Who, from the sacred ashes of her honour, Cran. [Kneeling.] And to your royal grace, and Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine, the good queen, My noble partners, and myself, thus pray: K. Hen. Thank you, good lord archbishop; K. Hen. My noble gossips, ye have been too I thank ye heartily; so shall this lady, Cran. And all that shall succeed: Sheba was never His honour and the greatness of his name children Shall see this, and bless heaven. Our children's K. Hen. To the ground, and all the world shall mourn her. Thou hast made me now a man; never, before |