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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?

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

(You see the poor remainder) could diftribute, I made no spare, fir.

Port.

You did nothing, fir.

Man. I am not Sampfon, nor fir Guy, nor Colbrand, to mow them down before me: but, if I fpar'd any, that had a head to hit, either young or old, he or she, cuckold or cuckold-maker, let me never hope to see a chine again; and that I would not for a cow, God fave her.

[Within.] Do you hear, master Porter ?

Port. I fhall be with you presently, good master puppy. Keep the door close, firrah.

Man. What would you have me do?

Port. What should you do, but knock them down by the dozens? Is this Moorfields 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 door! On my chriftian confcience, this one christening will beget a thoufand; here will be father, godfather, and all together.

Man. The spoons will be the bigger, fir. There is a fellow fomewhat near the door, he should be a brazier by his face, for, o'my confcience, twenty of the dog-days now reign in's nofe; 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 theee times was his nofe discharg'd against me; he stands there, like a mortar-piece, to blow us. There was a haberdasher's wife of fmall wit near him, that rail'd upon me till her pink'd porringer

fell

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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 she was quarter'd. They fell on; I made good my place; at length they came to the broomstaff with me, I defy'd them ftill; when fuddenly a file of boys behind them, loose shot, deliver❜d such a shower of pebbles, that I was fain to draw mine honour in, and let them win the work: The devil was amongst them, I think, furely,

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 Patrum, and there they are like to dance these three days; befides 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 ftill 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, fellows.
There's a trim rabble let in: Are all these

Your faithful friends o'the fuburbs? We shall have
Great store of room, no doubt, left for the ladies,

When they pass back from the christening.

An't please your honour

Port.
We are but men ; and what fo many may do,

Not being torn a pieces, we have done :

An army cannot rule them.

Cham.

As I live,

If

If the king blame me for't, I'll lay ye all

By the heels, and fuddenly; and on your heads
Clap round fines, for neglect: You are lazy knaves;
And here ye lie baiting of bumbards, when
Ye should do fervice. Hark, the trumpets found;
They are come already from the christening :
Go, break among the press, and find a way out
To let the troop pass fairly; or I'll find

A Marshalsea, shall hold you play these two months.
Port. Make way there for the princess.

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

Port. You i'the camlet, get up o'the rail; I'll pick you o'er the pales elfe.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV.

The Palace.

Enter Trumpets, founding; then two Aldermen, Lord Mayor, Garter, CRANMER, Duke of NORFOLK, with his Marfbal's staff, Duke of SUFFOLK, two Nobiemen bearing great ftanding-bowls for the christening gifts; then four Noblemen bearing a canopy, under which the Duchefs 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 flage, and Garter speaks.

Gart. Heaven, from thy endless goodness, fend profperous life, long, and ever happy, to the high and mighty princefs of England, Elizabeth!

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K. Hen. My noble goffips, ye have been 1 I thank ye heartily; so shall this lady, When she has fo much English.

Cran.

Let me fpea

For Heaven now bids me; and the words I
Let none think flattery, for they'll find the
This royal infant, (heaven still move abou
Though in her cradle, yet now promises
Upon this land a thousand thousand bleffing
Which time shall bring to ripeness: She th
(But few now living can behold that good
A pattern to all princes living with her,
And all that fhall fucceed: Sheba was neve
More covetous of wisdom, and fair virtue,
Than this pure soul shall be: all princely g
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 n

Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her:

She fhall be lov'd, and fear'd: Her own fhall blefs her; Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn,

And hang their heads with forrow: Good grows with her: In her days, every man shall eat in safety

Under his own vine, what he plants; and fing

The merry fongs of peace to all his neighbours :
God shall be truly known; and those about her
From her shall read the perfect ways of honour,
And by thofe claim their greatness, 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 heaven shall call her from this cloud of darkness,)
Who, from the facred ashes of her honour,
Shall ftar-like rife, as great in fame as the was,

And so stand fix'd: Peace, plenty, love, truth, terror,
That were the fervants to this chosen infant,
Shall then be his, and like a vine grow to him;
Wherever the bright fun of heaven shall 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 :- -Our children's children
Shall fee this, and bless heaven.

K. Hen.

Thou speakest wonders. Cran. She fhall be, to the happiness of England, An aged princefs; many days fhall see her, And yet no day without a deed to crown it. 'Would I had known no more! but the muft die, She muft, the faints must have her; yet a virgin, A most unspotted lily fhall fhe pass

To the ground, and all the world shall mourn her.

K. Hen.

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