The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 6 of 9]Shakespeare, William
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The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 6 of 9]
Shakespeare, William
English drama
_Cham._ As I live,
If the king blame me for't, I'll lay ye all
By the heels, and suddenly; and on your heads 75
Clap round fines for neglect: ye 're lazy knaves;[886]
And here ye lie baiting of bombards when
Ye should do service. Hark! the trumpets sound;
They're come already from the christening:[887]
Go, break among the press, and find a way out[888] 80
To let the troop pass fairly, or I'll find
A Marshalsea shall hold ye play these two months.
_Port._ Make way there for the princess.[889]
_Man._ You great fellow,
Stand close up, or I'll make your head ache.
_Port._ You i' the camlet, get up o' the rail;[890] 85
I'll peck you o'er the pales else. [_Exeunt._[891]
SCENE V. _The palace._[892]
_Enter_ Trumpets, _sounding; then two_ Aldermen, 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 DORSET, _the other godmother, and_ Ladies. _The
troop pass once about the stage, and_ Garter _speaks_.
_Gart._ Heaven, from thy endless goodness, send prosperous[893]
life, long, and ever happy, to the high and mighty[893]
princess of England, Elizabeth![893]
_Flourish. Enter_ KING _and Guard_.[894]
_Cran._ [_Kneeling_] And to your royal grace, and the
good queen.[895][896]
My noble partners and myself thus pray:[896] 5
All comfort, joy, in this most gracious lady,[897]
Heaven ever laid up to make parents happy,[898]
May hourly fall upon ye!
_King._ Thank you, good lord archbishop:[899]
What is her name?
_Cran._ Elizabeth.
_King._ Stand up, lord.
[_The King kisses the child._
With this kiss take my blessing: God protect thee![900] 10
Into whose hand I give thy life.
_Cran._ Amen.
_King._ My noble gossips, ye have been too prodigal:[901]
I thank ye heartily; so shall this lady,
When she has so much English.
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