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LORD CHANCELLOR
Thus far,
My most dread sovereign, may it like your grace
To let my tongue excuse all. What was purposed
Concerning his imprisonment was rather—
If there be faith in men—meant for his trial
And fair purgation to the world than malice,
I’m sure, in me.
To let my tongue excuse all. What was purposed
Concerning his imprisonment was rather—
If there be faith in men—meant for his trial
And fair purgation to the world than malice,
I’m sure, in me.
KING HENRY
Well, well, my lords—respect him.
Take him and use him well, he’s worthy of it.
I will say thus much for him—if a prince
May be beholden to a subject, I
Am for his love and service so to him.
Make me no more ado; but all embrace him.
Be friends, for shame, my lords. (To Cranmer) My lord
of Canterbury,
I have a suit which you must not deny me:
That is a fair young maid that yet wants baptism—
You must be godfather, and answer for her.
I will say thus much for him—if a prince
May be beholden to a subject, I
Am for his love and service so to him.
Make me no more ado; but all embrace him.
Be friends, for shame, my lords. (To Cranmer) My lord
of Canterbury,
I have a suit which you must not deny me:
That is a fair young maid that yet wants baptism—
You must be godfather, and answer for her.
CRANMER
The greatest monarch now alive may glory
In such an honour; how may I deserve it,
That am a poor and humble subject to you?
In such an honour; how may I deserve it,
That am a poor and humble subject to you?
KING HENRY Come, come, my lord—you’d spare your spoons. You shall have two noble partners with you—the old Duchess of Norfolk and Lady Marquis Dorset. Will these please you?
(
To Gardiner
) Once more, my lord of Winchester, I
charge you
Embrace and love this man.
To Gardiner
) Once more, my lord of Winchester, I
charge you
Embrace and love this man.
GARDINER
With a true heart
And brother-love I do it.
⌈
Gardiner and Cranmer embrace
⌉
CRANMER (
weeping
)
weeping
)
And let heaven
Witness how dear I hold this confirmation.
KING HENRY
Good man, those joyful tears show thy true heart.
The common voice, I see, is verified
Of thee which says thus, ‘Do my lord of Canterbury
A shrewd turn, and he’s your friend for ever.’
Come, lords, we trifle time away. I long
To have this young one made a Christian.
As I have made ye one, lords, one remain—
So I grow stronger, you more honour gain.
The common voice, I see, is verified
Of thee which says thus, ‘Do my lord of Canterbury
A shrewd turn, and he’s your friend for ever.’
Come, lords, we trifle time away. I long
To have this young one made a Christian.
As I have made ye one, lords, one remain—
So I grow stronger, you more honour gain.
Exeunt
5.3Noise and tumult within. Enter Porter
⌈
with rushes
⌉
and his man
⌈
with a broken cudgel
⌉
PORTER (to
those
within)
those
within)
You’ll leave your noise anon, ye rascals. Do you take
The court for Paris Garden, ye rude slaves?
Leave your gaping.
The court for Paris Garden, ye rude slaves?
Leave your gaping.
ONE
(within
)
(within
)
Good master porter, I belong to th’ larder.
PORTER
Belong to th’ gallows, and be hanged, ye rogue!
Is this a place to roar in?
(
To his man
)
Is this a place to roar in?
(
To his man
)
Fetch me a dozen crab-tree staves, and strong ones,
⌈
Raising his rushes
⌉ These are but switches to ’em.
⌈
Raising his rushes
⌉ These are but switches to ’em.
(To those within)
I’ll scratch your heads.
You must be seeing christenings? Do you look
For ale and cakes here, you rude rascals?
For ale and cakes here, you rude rascals?
MAN
Pray, sir, be patient. ’Tis as much impossible,
Unless we sweep ’em from the door with cannons,
To scatter ’em as ’tis to make ’em sleep
On May-day morning—which will never be.
We may as well push against Paul’s as stir ’em.
Unless we sweep ’em from the door with cannons,
To scatter ’em as ’tis to make ’em sleep
On May-day morning—which will never be.
We may as well push against Paul’s as stir ’em.
PORTER How got they in, and be hanged?
MAN
Alas, I know not. How gets the tide in?
As much as one sound cudgel of four foot—
As much as one sound cudgel of four foot—
He raises his cudgel
You see the poor remainder—could distribute,
I made no spare, sir.
I made no spare, sir.
PORTER
You did nothing, sir.
MAN
I am not Samson, nor Sir Guy, nor Colbrand,
To mow ‘em down before me; but if I spared any
That had a head to hit, either young or old,
He or she, cuckold or cuckold-maker,
Let me ne’er hope to see a chine again—
And that I would not for a cow, God save her!
To mow ‘em down before me; but if I spared any
That had a head to hit, either young or old,
He or she, cuckold or cuckold-maker,
Let me ne’er hope to see a chine again—
And that I would not for a cow, God save her!
ONE (
within
) Do you hear, master porter?
within
) Do you hear, master porter?
PORTER
I shall be with you presently,
Good master puppy. (
To his man
) Keep the door close,
sirrah.
Good master puppy. (
To his man
) Keep the door close,
sirrah.
MAN
What would you have me do?
PORTER
What should you do, but knock ’em down by th’ dozens? Is this Moorfields
to muster in? Or have we some strange Indian with
the great tool come to court, the women so besiege us?
Bless me, what a fry of fornication is at door! On my
Christian conscience, this one christening will beget a
thousand. Here will be father, godfather, and all
together.
to muster in? Or have we some strange Indian with
the great tool come to court, the women so besiege us?
Bless me, what a fry of fornication is at door! On my
Christian conscience, this one christening will beget a
thousand. Here will be father, godfather, and all
together.
MAN The spoons will be the bigger, sir. 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 pinked porringer fell off her head, for kindling such a combustion in the state. I missed the meteor once, and hit that woman, who cried out ‘Clubs!’, when I might see from far some forty truncheoners draw to her succour, which were the hope o’th’ Strand, where she was quartered. They fell on. I made good my place. At length they came to th’ broomstaff to me. I defied ’em still, when suddenly a file of boys behind ‘em, loose shot, delivered such a shower of pebbles that I was fain to draw mine honour in and let ’em win the work. The devil was amongst ’em, I think, surely.
PORTER These are the youths that thunder at a playhouse, 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 ’em in limbo patrum, 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
LORD CHAMBERLAIN
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? (
To the Porter and his man
) You’ve
made a fine hand, fellows!
There’s a trim rabble let in—are all these
Your faithful friends o’th’ suburbs? We shall have
Great store of room, no doubt, left for the ladies
When they pass back from the christening!
They grow still, too—from all parts they are coming,
As if we kept a fair here! Where are these porters,
These lazy knaves? (
To the Porter and his man
) You’ve
made a fine hand, fellows!
There’s a trim rabble let in—are all these
Your faithful friends o’th’ suburbs? We shall have
Great store of room, no doubt, left for the ladies
When they pass back from the christening!
PORTER
An’t please your honour,
We are but men, and what so many may do,
Not being torn a-pieces, we have done.
An army cannot rule ’em.
Not being torn a-pieces, we have done.
An army cannot rule ’em.
LORD CHAMBERLAIN
As I live, If the King blame me for’t, I’ll lay ye all
By th’ heels, and suddenly—and on your heads
Clap round fines for neglect. You’re lazy knaves,
And here ye lie baiting of bombards when
Ye should do service.
By th’ heels, and suddenly—and on your heads
Clap round fines for neglect. You’re lazy knaves,
And here ye lie baiting of bombards when
Ye should do service.
Flourish of trumpets within
Hark, the trumpets sound.
They’re 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 ye play these two months.
Go break among the press, and find a way out
To let the troop pass fairly, or I’ll find
A Marshalsea shall hold ye play these two months.
⌈
As they leave, the Porter and his man call within
⌉
PORTER
Make way there for the Princess!
MAN
You great fellow,
Stand close up, or I’ll make your head ache.
PORTER
You i’th’ camlet, get up o’th’ rail—
I’ll peck you o’er the pales else.
I’ll peck you o’er the pales else.
Exeunt
5.4Enter trumpeters, sounding. Then enter two aldermen, the Lord Mayor of London, Garter King-of-Arms, Cranmer the Archbishop of Canterbury, the Duke of Norfolk with his marshal’s staff, the Duke of Suffolk, two noblemen bearing great standing bowls for the christening gifts; then enter four noblemen bearing a canopy, under which is the Duchess of Norfolk, godmother, bearing the child Elizabeth richly habited in a mantle, whose train is borne by a lady. Then follows the Marchioness Dorset, the other godmother, and ladies. The troop pass once about the stage and Garter speaks
GARTER Heaven, from thy endless goodness send prosperous life, long, and ever happy, to the high and mighty Princess of England, Elizabeth.
Flourish. Enter King Henry and guard
CRANMER (
kneeling
)
kneeling
)
And to your royal grace, and the good Queen!
My noble partners and myself thus pray
All comfort, joy, in this most gracious lady,
Heaven ever laid up to make parents happy,
May hourly fall upon ye.
My noble partners and myself thus pray
All comfort, joy, in this most gracious lady,
Heaven ever laid up to make parents happy,
May hourly fall upon ye.
KING HENRY
Thank you, good lord Archbishop.
What is her name?
CRANMER
Elizabeth.
KING HENRY
Stand up, lord.
Cranmer rises
(
To the child
) With this kiss take my blessing—
To the child
) With this kiss take my blessing—
He kisses the child
God protect thee,
Into whose hand I give thy life.
CRANMER
Amen.
KING HENRY (
to Cranmer
,
old Duchess, and Marchioness
) My noble gossips, you’ve been too prodigal. I thank ye heartily. So shall this lady, When she has so much English.
to Cranmer
,
old Duchess, and Marchioness
) My noble gossips, you’ve been too prodigal. I thank ye heartily. So shall this lady, When she has so much English.
CRANMER
Let me speak, sir,
For heaven now bids me, and the words I utter
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—
But few now living can behold that goodness—
A pattern to all princes living with her,
And all that shall succeed. Saba was never
More covetous of wisdom and fair virtue
Than this pure soul shall be. All princely graces
That mould up such a mighty piece as this is,
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 feared. Her own shall bless her;
Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn,
And hang their heads with sorrow. Good grows with
her.
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.
God shall be truly known, and those about her
From her shall read the perfect ways of honour,
And by those claim their greatness, not by blood.
Nor shall this peace sleep 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 shall she leave her blessedness to one,
When heaven shall call her from this cloud of darkness,
Who from the sacred ashes of her honour
Shall star-like rise as great in fame as she was,
And so stand fixed. 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.
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—
But few now living can behold that goodness—
A pattern to all princes living with her,
And all that shall succeed. Saba was never
More covetous of wisdom and fair virtue
Than this pure soul shall be. All princely graces
That mould up such a mighty piece as this is,
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 feared. Her own shall bless her;
Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn,
And hang their heads with sorrow. Good grows with
her.
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.
God shall be truly known, and those about her
From her shall read the perfect ways of honour,
And by those claim their greatness, not by blood.
Nor shall this peace sleep 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 shall she leave her blessedness to one,
When heaven shall call her from this cloud of darkness,
Who from the sacred ashes of her honour
Shall star-like rise as great in fame as she was,
And so stand fixed. 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.
KING HENRY
Thou speakest wonders.
CRAMMER
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 th’ ground, and all the world shall mourn her.
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 th’ ground, and all the world shall mourn her.
KING HENRY
O lord Archbishop, Thou hast made me now a man. Never before
This happy child did I get anything.
This oracle of comfort has so pleased 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 received much honour by your presence,
And ye shall find me thankful. Lead the way, lords.
Ye must all see the Queen, and she must thank ye.
She will be sick else. This day, no man think
He’s business at his house, for all shall stay—
This little one shall make it holiday. ⌈
Flourish
.⌉
Exeunt
This happy child did I get anything.
This oracle of comfort has so pleased 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 received much honour by your presence,
And ye shall find me thankful. Lead the way, lords.
Ye must all see the Queen, and she must thank ye.
She will be sick else. This day, no man think
He’s business at his house, for all shall stay—
This little one shall make it holiday. ⌈
Flourish
.⌉
Exeunt
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