Act 5, Scene 4
- Enter trumpets, sounding; then two Aldermen, Lord Mayor,
- Garter, Cranmer, Duke of Norfolk with his marshal’s staff,
- Duke of Suffolk, two Gentlemen 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.
- 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.
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- 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!
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- Thank you, good Lord Archbishop.
- What is her name?
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- Stand up, lord.
- The King kisses the child.
- With this kiss take my blessing: God protect thee!
- Into whose hand I give thy life.
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- My noble gossips, y’ have been too prodigal.
- I thank ye heartily; so shall this lady,
- When she has so much English.
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- 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 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 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 neighbors.
- God shall be truly known, and those about her
- From her shall read the perfect ways of honor,
- 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 honor
- 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.
- Where ever the bright sun of heaven shall shine,
- His honor 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.
- Thou speakest wonders.
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- 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 her; yet a virgin,
- A most unspotted lily shall she pass
- To th’ ground, and all the world shall mourn her.
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- O Lord Archbishop,
- Thou hast made me now a man! Never, before
- This happy child, did I get any thing.
- 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 honor 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
- H’as business at his house; for all shall stay:
- This little one shall make it Holy-day.