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Not as a groom: There's some of ye, I see,
More out of malice than integrity,
Would try him to the utmost, had ye mean;
Which ye shall never have, while I live.
Chan.

Thus far,
My most dread sovereign, may it like your grace
To let my tongue excuse all. What was purpos'd
Concerning his imprisonment, was rather
(If there be faith in men) meant for his trial,
And fair purgation to the world, than malice;
I am sure, in me.

K. Hen. 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 beholder 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.--My lord of Can

terbury, 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 auswer for her.

Cran. 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? K. Hen, Come, come, my lord, you'd spare your

spoons, you shall have Two poble partners with you; the old duchess of

Norfolk, And lady marquis Dorset; Will these please you?' Once more, my lord of Winchester, I charge you, Embrace, and love this may. Gar.

With a true heart, And brother-love, I do it. Cran.

And let Heaven Witness, how dear I hold this confirmation. K. Hen. Good man, those joyful tears show thy

true heart.

* It was an ancient custom for sponsors to present spoons to their god-children.

The common voice, I see, is verified
Of thee, which says thus, Do my lord of Canter-

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A shrewd turn, and he is 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.

(Ereunt.

SCENE III.

The Palace Yard.

Noise and tumult within. Enter Porter and his

Man. Port. You'll leave your noise anon, ye rascals: Do you take the court for Paris-garden*? ye rude slaves, leave your gapingt.

[Within.] Good master porter, I belong to the larder.

Port. Belong to the gallows, and be hanged, you rogue: Is this a place to roar in ?-Fetch me a dozen crab-tree staves, and strong ones; these are but switches to them.--I'll scratch your heads : You must be seeing christenings? Do you look for ale and cakes here, you rude rascals ? Man. Pray, sir, be patient; 'tis as much impose

sible (Unless we sweep them from the door with cannons), 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?

* The bear-garden on the Bank-side.
+ Roaring.

As much as one sound cudgel of four foot
(You see the poor remainder) could distribute,
I made no spare, sir.
Port.

You did nothing, sir, Man. I am not Samson, nor sir Guy, nor Col. brand*, to mow them 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 never hope to see a chine again; and that I would not for a cow, God save her.

[Within.) Do you hear, master porter?

Port. I shall be with you presently, good master puppy. Keep the door close, sirrah

Man. What would you have me do?

Port. What should you do, but knock them down by the 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 to gether.

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 pink'd porringert fell off her head, for kindling such a combustion in the state. I miss'd the meteori once, and hit that woman, who cried out, Clubs! when I might see from far some forty truncheoneers draw to her succour, which were the hope of the Strand,

• Guy of Warwick, nor Colbrand the Danish giant. + Pink'd cap.

The brazier.

where she was quartered. They fell on; I made good my place; at length they came to the broomstaff with me, I defied them still; when suddenly a file of boys behind them, loose shot, delivered 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, surely.

Port. These are the youths that thunder at a play-house, and fight for bitten apples; that no au dience, but the Tribulation of Tower-hill, or the limbs of Limehouse, their dear brothers, are able to endure. I have some of them in linibo patrum*, and there they are like to dance tliese three days; besides the running banquet of two beadlest, that is to come.

Enter the Lord Chamberlain.

Cham. 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 ?-Ye have made a fine hand, fel.

lows, There's a trim rabble let in : Are all these Your faithful friends o'the suburbs? We shall have Great store of room, no doubt, left for the ladies, When they pass back from the christening Port.

. 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 them. | Cham.

As I live, If the king blame me for't, l'll lay ye all By the heels, and suddenly; and on your heads Clap round fines, for neglect: You are lazy knaves; And here ye lie baiting of bumbardst, when Ye should do service. Hark, the trumpets sound;

* Place of confinement. A dessert of whipping.

Black leather vessels to hold beer.

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, stand close up, or I'll make your head ake.

Port. You i'the camblet, get up o'the rail; I'll pick* you o'er the pales else.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV.

The Palace 1.

Enter trumpets, sounding ; then two Aldermen,

Lord Mayor, Garter, Cranmer, Duke of Nor. folk, with his marshal's staff, Duke of Suffolk, two Noblemen bearing great standing-bowls, for the christening gifts; then four Noblemen bear. ing a canopy, under which the Duchess of Norfolk, godmother, bearing the Child, richly ha. bited 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.
Cran. (Kneeling.] And to your royal grace, and

the good queen,
My noble partners, and myself, thus pray:-

* Pitch

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