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Of this man to be vex'd?

CHAMBERLAIN. 'Tis now too certain;
How much more is his life in value with him!

Would I were fairly out on't!
CROMWELL. My mind gave me,

In seeking tales and informations
Against this man-whose honesty the devil

And his disciples only envy at-
Ye blew the fire that burns ye. Now have at ye!

Enter the KING frowning on them; he takes his seat
GARDINER. Dread sovereign, how much are we bound to heaven

In daily thanks, that gave us such a prince;
Not only good and wise but most religious;

One that in all obedience makes the church
The chief aim of his honour and, to strengthen

That holy duty, out of dear respect,
His royal self in judgment comes to hear

The cause betwixt her and this great offender.
KING. You were ever good at sudden commendations,

Bishop of Winchester. But know I come not
To hear such flattery now, and in my presence

They are too thin and bare to hide offences.
To me you cannot reach you play the spaniel,

And think with wagging of your tongue to win me;
But whatsoe'er thou tak'st me for, I'm sure

Thou hast a cruel nature and a bloody.
[To CRANMER] Good man, sit down. Now let me see the proudest

He that dares most but wag his finger at thee.
By all that's holy, he had better starve

Than but once think this place becomes thee not.
SURREY. May it please your Grace-

KING. 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.
Was it discretion, lords, to let this man,

This good man-few of you deserve that title-
This honest man, wait like a lousy footboy

At chamber door? and one as great as you are?
Why, what a shame was this! Did my commission

Bid ye so far forget yourselves? I gave ye
Power as he was a councillor to try him,

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.

CHANCELLOR. 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'm sure, in me.
KING. 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 beholding to a subject,
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 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?

KING. 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?

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.

CRANMER. And let heaven
Witness how dear I hold this confirmation.

KING. 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. Exeunt

ACT V. SCENE 4.
The palace yard

Noise and tumult within. Enter PORTER and his MAN
PORTER. 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 th' larder.]
PORTER. Belong to th' gallows, and be hang'd, ye 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?

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.
PORTER. How got they in, and be hang'd?

MAN. Alas, I know not: how gets the tide in?
As much as one sound cudgel of four foot-

You see the poor remainder-could distribute,
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 spar'd 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!
[ Within: Do you hear, master porter?]

PORTER. I shall be with you presently, good master puppy.
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.

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

rail'd upon me till her pink'd porringer fell off her head,
for kindling such a combustion in the state. I miss'd 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,

deliver'd such a show'r 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 runningbanquet of two beadles that is to come.
Enter the LORD CHAMBERLAIN

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? Y'have 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.

CHAMBERLAIN. As I live,
If the King blame me for't, I'll lay ye an

By th' heels, and suddenly; and on your heads
Clap round fines for neglect. Y'are lazy knaves;

And here ye lie baiting of bombards, when
Ye should do service. Hark! the trumpets sound;

Th' are come already from the christening.
Go break among the press and find a way out

To let the troops pass fairly, or I'll find
A Marshalsea shall hold ye play these two months.

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. Exeunt
ACT V. SCENE 5.

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, etc., train 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 and guard

CRANMER. [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!

KING. Thank you, good Lord Archbishop.
What is her name?



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