will beget a thousand; here will be father, god-father, and

all together.

Man. The spoons will be the bigger, fir. There is a fellow fomewhat near the door, he should be a brafier by his face, for, o' my confcience, twenty of the dog-days now reign in's nofe; all that ftand 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 discharg'd against me; he stands there, like a mortarpiece, to blow us up. There was a haberdasher's wife of fmall wit near him, that rail'd upon me 'till her 'pink'd porringer fell off her head, for kindling fuch a combustion in the ftate. I miss'd the meteor once, and hit that woman, who cry'd out, clubs! when I might fee from far fome forty truncheoneers draw to her fuccour, which were the hope of the ftrand, where fhe was quarter'd. They fell on; I made good my place; at length they came to the broomstaff with me, I defy'd 'em ftill; when suddenly a file of boys behind 'em, "loose shot, deliver❜d 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, furely.

Port. These are the youths that thunder at a play-house, 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

Pa brafier]-quibble, between the artificer, and inftrument so called. fire-drake]-piece of fire work-and meteor-this fame brafier. pink'd porringer]-cap of fuch fafhion.

TAMING OF A SHREW, A&t IV. S. III. Pet.

clubs !]-for affiftance.

the bope]-the flower, the champions.

loofe foot,]-random fhooters.

the Tirbulation of Tower-bill,-the limbs of Limehoufe,]-a meeting another puritanical conventicle―lambs.

houfe there fo called

'em

W

'em in Limbo Patrum, and there they are like to dance these three days; befides 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 ftill too, from all parts they are coming, As if we kept a fair! Where are these porters,

These lazy knaves?-Ye have made a fine hand, fellows.
There's a trim rabble let in: Are all these

Your faithful friends o'the fuburbs? We shall have
Great store of room, no doubt, left for the ladies,
When they pafs back from the christening.

Port. Please your houour,

We are but men; and what fo many may do,

Not being torn a pieces, we have done :
An army cannot rule 'em.

Cham. As I live,

If the king blame me for't, I'll lay ye all

By the heels, and fuddenly; and on your heads

Clap round fines, for neglect: You are lazy knaves;
And here ye lie baiting of bumbards, when

Ye should do fervice. Hark, the trumpets found;
They are come already from the christening:
Go, break among the prefs, and find a way out
To let the troop pafs fairly; or I'll find

A Marshalfea, fhall hold you play these two months.
Port. Make way there for the princess.

Man. You great fellow, ftand close up, or I'll make your head ake.

"Limbo Patrum,]-a nick name for his lodge.

* the running banquet of two beadles,]—a publick whipping. 1 baiting of bumbards,]-tofing of tankards, caroufing.

Port.

Port. You i'the camblet, get off the rail; I'll pecke

you o'er the pales else.

SCENE IV.

The Palace.

[Exeunt.

Enter trumpets, founding; 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 Dutchefs of Norfolk, godmother, bearing the child richly babited 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 ftage, and Garter Speaks.

Gart. Heaven, from thy endless goodness, fend profperous 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 ;-
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 kiffes the child.

With this kifs take my bleffing: God protect thee!

Z pecke]-pitch-picke-throw." as high

"As I could picke my lance."

CORIOLANUS, A& I. S. 1.

Cer.

Into whose hand I give thy life.

Cran. Amen.

King. My noble goffips, ye have been too prodigal : I thank ye heartily; fo fhall this lady,

When she has fo 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 'em truth.
This royal infant, (heaven still move about her !)
Though in her cradle, yet now promises
Upon this land a thousand thousand bleffings,
Which time shall bring to ripeness: She shall be
(But few now living can behold that goodness)
A pattern to all princes living with her,
And all that fhall fucceed: Sheba was never
More covetous of wisdom, and fair virtue,
Than this pure foul fhall be: all princely graces,
That mould up fuch a mighty piece as this is,
With all the virtues that attend the good,

Shall still be doubled on her: truth fhall nurse her,

Holy and heavenly thoughts ftill counsel her:

She shall be lov'd, and fear'd: Her own fhall bless her; Her foes fhake like a field of beaten corn,

And hang their heads with forrow: Good grows with her:
In her days, every man fhall eat in fafety,

Under his own vine, what he plants; and fing
The merry fongs of peace to all his neighbours:
God fhall be truly known; and those about her
From her shall read the perfect ways of honour,
And by those claim their greatness, not by blood.
[*Nor fhall this peace fleep with her: But as when
The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phoenix,

a Nor fball this peace fleep with her :]-This complimentary addrefs to James I. was probably inferted after his acceffion to the crown.

Her

Her afhes new create another heir,

As great in admiration as herself;

So fhall fhe leave her bleffedness in one,

(When heaven shall call her from this cloud of darkness) Who, from the facred ashes of her honour,

Shall star-like rife, as great in fame as she was,
And fo ftand fix'd: Peace, plenty, love, truth, terror,

That were the fervants to this chofen infant,
Shall then be his, and like a vine grow to him;
Wherever the bright fun of heaven shall shine,
His honour, and the greatness of his name
Shall be, and make new nations: He fhall flourish,
And, like a mountain cedar, reach his branches
To all the plains about him :-Our children's children
Shall fee this, and blefs heaven.]

King. Thou fpeakest wonders,

Cran. She fhall 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 muft, the faints must have her; yet a virgin,
A most unfpotted lily fhall fhe pass

To the ground, and all the world fhall mourn her.
King. O lord archbishop,

Thou haft made me now a man; never, before
This happy child, did I get any thing:

This oracle of comfort has fo pleas'd me,

That, when I am in heaven, I fhall defire

To fee what this child does, and praise my Maker.-
I thank ye all. To you, my good lord
all.-To mayor,

Thou Speakest wonders.]-The king's reply would be much more pertinent, had the paffage, included in crotchets, with the following prophetical panegyric on Elizabeth's virginity, been omitted, and this fpeech proceeded—O lord archbishop, &c.

And