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You must be godfather, and answer for her.
In such an honour: how may I deserve it, 164
K. Hen. Come, come, my lord, you'd spare
Embrace and love this man.
But, whatsoe'er thou tak'st me for, I'm sure 128 And brother-love I do it.
With a true heart
And let heaven 172
[TO CRANMER.] Good man, sit down. Now let Witness, how dear I hold this confirmation. me see the proudest
He, that dares most, but wag his finger at thee:
And wisdom of my council; but I find none. 136
Thus far, My most dread sov'reign, may it like your Grace
To let my tongue excuse all. What was pur-
Concerning his imprisonment, was rather—
K. Hen. Well, well, my lords, respect him;
K. Hen. Good man! those joyful tears show
The common voice, I see, is verified
SCENE IV.-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 gaping.
[Within.] Good Master porter, I belong to the larder.
To scatter 'em, as 'tis to make 'em sleep
I have a suit which you must not deny me; 160 That is, a fair young maid that yet wants baptism,
You did nothing, sir.
Man. I am not Samson, nor Sir Guy, nor As if we kept a fair here!
To mow 'em down before me; but if I spar'd any
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' the Strand, where she was quartered. They fell on; I made good my place; at length they came to the 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. 64
Port. 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. Cham. Mercy o' me, what a multitude are here!
They grow still too, from parts they are coming,
Where are these
These lazy knaves? Ye have made a fine hand,
Great store of room, no doubt, left for the ladies,
If the king blame me for't, I'll lay ye all
They're come already from the christening.
Port. Make way there for the princess.
You great fellow,
Stand close up, or I'll make your head ache.
SCENE V.-The Palace.
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 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.
My noble partners, and myself, thus pray:
May hourly fall upon ye!
Shall star-like rise, as great in fame as she was,
K. Hen. Thank you, good lord archbishop: And so stand fix'd. Peace, plenty, love, truth, What is her name?
Cran. K. Hen.
Elizabeth. Stand up, lord. [The KING kisses the Child. With this kiss take my blessing; God protect thee!
Into whose hand I give thy life.
Amen. 12 K. Hen. 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
16 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
Thou hast made me now a man: never, before
But few now living can behold that goodness-
Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her; She shall be lov'd and fear'd; her own shall bless her;
Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn,
In her days every man shall eat in safety
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
Who, from the sacred ashes of her honour,
'Tis ten to one, this play can never please
THERSITES, a deformed and scurrilous Gre
ALEXANDER, Servant to Cressida.
Servant to Troilus.
Servant to Paris.
Servant to Diomedes.
HELEN, Wife to Menelaus.
ANDROMACHE, Wife to Hector.
CASSANDRA, Daughter to Priam; a prophetess.
CRESSIDA, Daughter to Calchas.
Trojan and Greek Soldiers, and Attendants.
SCENE.-Troy, and the Grecian Camp before it.
The ravish'd Helen, Menelaus' queen,
With wanton Paris sleeps; and that's the quarrel.
To Tenedos they come,
And the deep-drawing barks do there disgorge
The fresh and yet unbruised Greeks do pitch
Now expectation, tickling skittish spirits,
SCENE I.-Troy. Before PRIAM's Palace.
Fierce to their skill, and to their fierceness
But I am weaker than a woman's tear,
Pan. Well, I have told you enough of this: Thou lay'st in every gash that love hath given for my part, I'll not meddle nor make no further. He that will have a cake out of the wheat must tarry the grinding.
Tro. Have I not tarried?
The knife that made it.
Pan. I speak no more than truth. Tro. Thou dost not speak so much. Pan. Faith, I'll not meddle in't. Let her be as she is: if she be fair, 'tis the better for her; an she be not, she has the mends in her own
Pan. Ay, the bolting; but you must tarry hands. the leavening.
Is like that mirth fate turns to sudden sadness. Pan. An her hair were not somewhat darker than Helen's, well, go to,-there were no more comparison between the women: but, for my part, she is my kinswoman; I would not, as they term it, praise her, but I would somebody had heard her talk yesterday, as I did: I will not dispraise your sister Cassandra's wit, but 49 Tro. O Pandarus! I tell thee, Pandarus,When I do tell thee, there my hopes lie drown'd, Reply not in how many fathoms deep They lie indrench'd. I tell thee I am mad In Cressid's love: thou answer'st, she is fair; Pour'st in the open ulcer of my heart Her eyes, her hair, her cheek, her gait, her voice; Handlest in thy discourse, O! that her hand, 57 In whose comparison all whites are ink, Writing their own reproach; to whose soft seizure
Tro. Good Pandarus, how now, Pandarus! 72 Pan. I have had my labour for my travail; ill-thought on of her, and ill-thought on of you: gone between, and between, but small thanks for my labour. 76
Tro. What! art thou angry, Pandarus? what! with me?
Pan. Because she's kin to me, therefore she's not so fair as Helen: an she were not kin to me, she would be as fair on Friday as Helen is on Sunday. But what care I? I care not an she were a black-a-moor; 'tis all one to me.
Tro. Say I she is not fair?
Pan. I do not care whether you do or no. She's a fool to stay behind her father: let her to the Greeks; and so I'll tell her the next time I see her. For my part, I'll meddle nor make no more i' the matter. Tro. Pandarus,— Pan. Not I.
Tro. Sweet Pandarus,
Fools on both sides! Helen must needs be fair,
Ene. How now, Prince Troilus! wherefore not afield?
Tro. Because not there: this woman's answer sorts,
For womanish it is to be from thence.