And the strong course of my authority Crom. fears. Gar. I shall remember this bold language. Remember your bold life too. Chan. Forbear, for shame, my lords. Crom. Do. 84 This is too much; I have done. And I. Would you were half so honest! Might go one way, and safely; and the end 36 Men's prayers then would seek you, not their Was ever, to do well: nor is there living,I speak it with a single heart, my lords,A man that more detests, more stirs against, Both in his private conscience and his place, 40 Defacers of a public peace, than I do. Pray heaven the king may never find a heart With less allegiance in it! Men, that make Envy and crooked malice nourishment Dare bite the best. I do beseech your lordships That, in this case of justice, my accusers, Be what they will, may stand forth face to face, And freely urge against me. Suf. Nay, my lord, That cannot be: you are a counsellor, And by that virtue no man dare accuse you. Gar. My lord, because we have business of more moment, 44 48 Cran. Ah! my good Lord of Winchester, I thank you; 61 64 You are always my good friend: if your will pass, covers, 68 Chan. Then thus for you, my lord: it stands agreed, 88 I take it, by all voices, that forthwith What other 93 some. Let some o' the guard be ready there. Cran. Must I go like a traitor thither? And see him safe i̇' the Tower. For me? Receive him, 96 Stay, good my lords; I have a little yet to say. Look there, my lords; Sur. Nor. Do you think, my lords, 105 My mind gave me, 109 112 Ye blew the fire that burns ye: now have at ye! his seat. Gar. Dread sovereign, how much are we Not sound? In daily thanks, that gave us such a prince; One that in all obedience makes the Church Bishop of Winchester; but know, I come not 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 your spoons: you shall have two noble partners with you; the old Duchess of Norfolk, and Lady Marquess Dorset: will these please you? 169 Once more, my Lord of Winchester, I charge you, Embrace and love this man. But, whatsoe'er thou tak'st me for, I'm sure 128 And brother-love I do it. Cran. With a true heart [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: No, sir, it does not please me. I had thought I had had men of some understanding And wisdom of my council; but I find none. 136 Bid ye so far forget yourselves? I gave ye 141 144 Thus far, My most dread sov'reign, may it like your Grace 148 To let my tongue excuse all. What was pur- Concerning his imprisonment, was rather- 156 K. Hen. Well, well, my lords, respect him; I have a suit which you must not deny me; 160 K. Hen. 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 SCENE IV.-The Palace- Yard. [Exeunt. 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. 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 'em. I'll scratch your heads: you must be seeing christenings! Do you look for ale and cakes here, you rude rascals? 12 Man. I am not Samson, nor Sir Guy, nor To mow 'em down before me; but if I spar'd any As if we kept a fair here! Where are these porters, These lazy knaves? Ye have made a fine hand, fellows: 76 Great store of room, no doubt, left for the ladies, 84 If the king blame me for 't, I'll lay ye all 88 They're come already from the christening. Port. Make way there for the princess. 92 You great fellow, Stand close up, or I'll make your head ache. 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 IA 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. 72 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? terror, 48 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, 52 K. Hen. O lord archbishop! But few now living can behold that goodness- 28 Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her; She shall be lov'd and fear'd; her own shall bless her; 32 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 So shall she leave her blessedness to one,-- 44 When heaven shall call her from this cloud of darkness, Who, from the sacred ashes of her honour, 68 'Tis ten to one, this play can never please 8 12 CALCHAS, a Trojan Priest, taking part with the Greeks. PANDARUS, Uncle to Cressida. AGAMEMNON, the Grecian General. MENELAUS, his Brother. ACHILLES, AJAX, Grecian Commanders. ULYSSES, NESTOR, PATROCLUS, Grecian Commanders. THERSITES, a deformed and scurrilous Gre cian. 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. mures 8 The ravish'd Helen, Menelaus' queen, 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, 13 17 SCENE I.-Troy. Before PRIAM's Palace. Tro. The Greeks are strong, and skilful to Fierce to their skill, and to their fierceness But I am weaker than a woman's tear, 8 12 |