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SCENE IV.--The Palace.
Énter Trumpets, sounding; then two Aldermen, Lord
Mayor, Garter, CRANMER, Duke of Norfolk, with his Marshal's staff, Duke of SurFOLK, 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.
K. Hen. Thank you, good lord archbishop;
K. Hen. Stand up, lord.—[The King kisses the Child. With this kiss take my blessing: God protect thee ! Into whose hands I give thy life.
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,
As great in admiration as herself; So shall she leave her blessedness to one, (When heaven shall call her from this cloud of dark
ness) Who, from the sacred ashes of her honour, Shall star-like rise, as great in fame as she was, And so stand fix'd : Peace, plenty, love, truth, terror, That were the servants to this chosen infant, Shall then be his, and like a vine grow to him; Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine, His honour and the greatness of his name Shall be, and make new nations: He shall flourish, And, like a mountain cedar, reach his branches To all the plains about him:-Our children's 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 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.
K. Hen. O lord archbishop, Thou hast made me now a man ; never, before This happy child, did I get any thing: This oracle of comfort has so pleas'd me, That, when I am in heaven, I shall desire To see what this child does, and praise my Maker. I thank ye all.—To you, my good lord mayor, And your good brethren, I am much beholden ; I have receiv'd much honour by your presence,
And ye shall find me thankful. Lead the way, lords;-
'Tis ten to one, this play can never please