_Cran._ Let me speak, sir, For heaven now bids me; and the words I utter 15 Let none think flattery, for they'll find 'em truth. This royal infant--heaven still move about her!-- Though in her cradle, yet now promises Upon this land a thousand thousand blessings, Which time shall bring to ripeness: she shall be-- 20 But few now living can behold that goodness--[902] A pattern to all princes living with her And all that shall succeed: Saba was never[903] More covetous of wisdom and fair virtue Than this pure soul shall be: all princely graces,[904] 25 That mould up such a mighty piece as this is,[905] With all the virtues that attend the good, Shall still be doubled on her: truth shall nurse her, Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her: She shall be loved and fear'd: her own shall bless her; 30 Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn,[906] And hang their heads with sorrow. Good grows with her:[907] In her days every man shall eat in safety, Under his own vine, what he plants, and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours: 35 God shall be truly known; and those about her From her shall read the perfect ways of honour,[908][909] And by those claim their greatness, not by blood.[909] Nor shall this peace sleep with her; but, as when[910] The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phœnix,[910] 40 Her ashes new create another heir[910] As great in admiration as herself,[910] So shall she leave her blessedness to one--[910] When heaven shall call her from this cloud of darkness--[910] Who from the sacred ashes of her honour[910] 45 Shall star-like rise, as great in fame as she was,[910] And so stand fix'd. Peace, plenty, love, truth, terror,[910] That were the servants to this chosen infant,[910] Shall then be his and like a vine grow to him:[910] Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine,[910] 50 His honour and the greatness of his name[910] Shall be, and make new nations: he shall flourish,[910] And, like a mountain cedar, reach his branches[910] To all the plains about him. Our children's children[910][911] Shall see this, and bless heaven.[910] _King._ Thou speakest wonders. 55 _Cran._ She shall be, to the happiness of England,[912] An aged princess; many days shall see her,[912] And yet no day without a deed to crown it.[912] Would I had known no more! but she must die;[912] She must; the saints must have her; yet a virgin,[912][913] 60 A most unspotted lily shall she pass[912][914] To the ground, and all the world shall mourn her.[912][915]