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Norfolk, godmother, bearing the child richly habited in a mantle, c. train borne by a Lady: then follows the Marchionefs of Dorfet, the other godmother, and ladies. The troop pafs once about the flage, and Garter speaks. Gart. Heav'n, from thy endlefs goodnefs, fend long And ever happy, to the high and mighty [life, Princefs of England, fair Elifabeth!
Flourish. Enter King and Guard.
Cran. And to your Royal Grace, and the good Queen, My noble partners, and myfelf thus pray;
All comfort, joy, in this moft gracious lady,
King. Thank you, good Lord Archbishop:
King. Stand up, Lord.
With this kifs take my bleffing: God protect thee,
King. My noble goffips, y' have been too prodigal,
Cran. Let me fpeak, Sir;
(For Heav'n now bids me,) and the words I utter,
Than this blefs'd foul fhall be. All princely graces,
With all the virtues that attend the good,
Shall ftill be doubled on her.
Truth fhall nurse her:
Holy and heav'nly thoughts ftill counsel her:
"She fhall 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 "In her days, ev'ry man shall eat in safety "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 fhall read the perfect ways of honour, "And claim by thofe their greatnefs, not by blood. "Nor fhall this peace fleep with her; but as when. "The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phoenix, "Her afhes new create another heir, "As great in admiration as herself;
"So fhall fhe leave her bleffedness to one,
"(When Heav'n fhall call her from this cloud of darkWho from the facred afhes of her honour
[nefs,) "Shall ftar-like rife, as great in fame as fhe 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; "Where-ever the bright fun of heav'n shall shine, "His honour and the greatnefs of his name.
"Shall be, and make new nations. He fhall flourish,
Cran. She shall be, to the happiness of England,.
A moft unfpotted lily fhall the pafs
Unto th' ground, and all the world shall mourn her..
Thou❜ft made me now a man; never before
To see what this child does, and praise my Maker.
And ye shall find me thankful.
Lead the way, Lords; Ye muft all fee the Queen, and fhe muft thank ye, She will be fick elfe. This day no man think, H'as business at his houfe, for all shall stay This little one shall make it holiday.
'TIS ten to one, this play can never please
All that are here. Some come to take their eafe,
THE END OF THE FIFTH VOLUME.