Attorney General.
Solicitor General.
.CROMWELL.

Two Priests, with Silver Crosses.
GARDINER.
Two Bishops.

Ditto.

Ditto.

[Grand Anthem sung. [Flourish of Drums and Trumpets. [Cannon.

LORD CHAMBERLAIN.

The KING and CRANMER.

CAPUCIUS.

SIR H. GUILDFORD, carrying a Golden Bowl and Cover.

SIR THOMAS LOVEL, with a lighted Taper.

EARL OF SURREY, carrying a Silver Salver, with Salt.
DUKE OF NORFOLK-Marshal's Staff.
DUKE OF SUFFOLK, High Steward-The Wand.

[Flutes play.

LADY DENNY.

Two Ladies.

Ditto.

Two Girls,

Ditto,

Ditto,
The Canopy, supported.

DUCHESS OF NORFOLK and the PRINCESS.
Two Pages, bearing the Duchess's Train.

LADY MARY OF NORFOLK, bearing the Chrysome.

Two Ladies.

Ditto.

Two Gentlemen.

Ditto.

A Herald.

Strewing Flowers.

[Drums and Trumpets.

G

Two Trumpets.
Two Ditto.
Two Drums.

Two Ditto.
Two Guards.

Ditto.

Ditto.

Ditto.

[Drums, Trumpets and Wind Instruments.

SCENE V.

The Palace.

Flourish of Drums and Trumpets.

The KING and all the Court discovered.

Cran. [Kneeling.] Now 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!

King. Thank you, good lord archbishop :
What is her name?

Cran. Elizabeth.

King. Stand up, lord.

[The KING takes the Child, and kisses her. With this kiss take my blessing; Heaven protect

thee; Into whose hand I give thy life.

[Returns the Child to the DUCHESS OF NORFolk. Cran. Amen.

King. 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;

For Heaven now bids me; and the words I utter
Let none think flattery, for they'll find them 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
A pattern to all princes living with her,
And all that shall succeed.

Truth shall nurse her,

Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her:
She shall be loved, and fear'd: Her own shall bless

her;

Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn,

And hang their heads with sorrow:

Our children's children

Shall see this, and bless Heaven.

King. 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.
King. O lord archbishop,

This oracle of comfort has so pleased me,
That, when I am in heaven, I shall desire
To see what this child does.—I thank you all.-
Lead the way, lords ;—

Ye must all see the queen, and she must thank you,
She will be sick else. This day, no man think
He has business at his house; for all shall stay;
This little one shall make it holiday.

Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.-[Exeunt.

THE END.

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