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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？ CRANMER。 Elizabeth。 KING。 Stand
up； lord。 ＇The KING kisses the child＇ With this kiss take my blessing： God
protect thee！ Into whose hand I give thy life。 CRANMER。 Amen。 KING。
My noble gossips； y'have been too prodigal； I thank ye heartily。 So shall
this lady； When she has so much English。 CRANMER。 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 infantheaven still move about her！
Though in her cradle； yet now promises Upon this land a thousand
blessings； 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 shall succeed。 Saba was never More covetous of wisdom and
fair virtue Than this pure soul shall be。 All princely graces That mould up
such a mighty piece as this is； With all the virtues that attend the good；
Shall still be doubled on her。 Truth shall nurse her； 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； And hang their heads
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with sorrow。 Good grows with her； In her days every man shall eat in
safety Under his own vine what he plants； and sing The merry songs of
peace to all his neighbours。 God shall 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 shall this peace sleep with her； but as when
The bird of wonder dies； the maiden phoenix Her ashes new create another
heir As great in admiration as herself； So shall she leave her blessedness to
one When heaven shall call her from this cloud of darkness Who from
the sacred ashes of her honour Shall star…like rise； as great in fame as she
was； And so stand fix'd。 Peace； plenty； love； truth； terror； 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；
And like a mountain cedar reach his branches To all the plains about him；
our children's children Shall see this and bless heaven。 KING。 Thou
speakest wonders。 CRANMER。 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 heryet a virgin； A most unspotted lily shall she pass To
th' ground； and all the world shall mourn her。 KING。 O Lord Archbishop；
Thou hast made me now a man； never before This happy child did I get
anything。 This oracle of comfort has so pleas'd me That when I am in
heaven I shall desire To see what this child does； and praise my Maker。 I
thank ye all。 To you； my good Lord Mayor； And you； good brethren； I am
much beholding； I have receiv'd much honour by your presence； And ye
shall find me thankful。 Lead the way； lords； Ye must all see the Queen； and
she must thank ye； She will be sick else。 This day； no man think Has
business at his house； for all shall stay。 This little one shall make it holiday。
Exeunt
KING_HENRY_VIII｜EPILOGUE THE EPILOGUE。
'Tis ten to one this play can never please All that are here。 Some
come to take their ease And sleep an act or two； but those； we fear； W'have
frighted with our trumpets； so； 'tis clear； They'll say 'tis nought； others to
hear the city Abus'd extremely； and to cry 'That's witty！' Which we have
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not done neither； that； I fear； All the expected good w'are like to hear For
this play at this time is only in The merciful construction of good women；
For such a one we show'd 'em。 If they smile And say 'twill do； I know
within a while All the best men are ours； for 'tis ill hap If they hold when
their ladies bid 'em clap。
THE END
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