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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,
That heav'n e'er laid up to make parents happy,
May hourly fall upon ye!

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

Cran. Elifabeth.

King. Stand up, Lord.

With this kifs take my bleffing: God protect thee,
Into whofe hand I give thy life.

Cran. Amen.

King. My noble goffips, y' have been too prodigal,
I thank you heartily: fo fhall this lady,
When she has fo much English.

Cran. Let me fpeak, Sir;

(For Heav'n now bids me,) and the words I utter,
Let none think flatt'ry, for they'll find 'em truth.
This royal infant, (heav'n still move about her,)
Though in her cradle, yet now promifes
Upon this land a thousand thousand bleffings,
Which time shall bring to ripenefs. 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 wifdom and fair virtue,

Than this blefs'd foul fhall be. All princely graces,
That mould up such a mighty piece as this,

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

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"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,
"And, like a mountain-cedar, reach his branches
"To all the plains about him: childrens' children
Shall fee this, and blefs heav'n."
King. Thou fpeakest wonders.

Cran. She shall be, to the happiness of England,.
An aged princefs; many days fhall fee her,
And yet no day without a deed to crown it.
Would I had known no more! but fhe muft die,
She muft, the faints must have her yet a virgin;.

A moft unfpotted lily fhall the pafs

Unto th' ground, and all the world shall mourn her..
King. O Lord Archbishop,

Thou❜ft 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 heav'n, I shall defire

To see what this child does, and praise my Maker.
I thank ye all. To you, my good Lord Mayor,
And your good brethren, I am much beholden:
I have receiv'd much honour by your presence,

And

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.

EPILOGUE.

'TIS ten to one, this play can never please

All that are here. Some come to take their eafe,
And fleep an ad or two; but those we fear
We've frighted with our trumpets: fo 'tis clear,
They'll fay 'tis naught. Others, to hear the city
Abus'd extremely, and to cry, That's witty!
Which we have 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 conftruction of good women;
(For fuch a one we fhew'd'em.) If they smile,
And fay 'twill do, I know within a while
All the beft men are ours; for 'tis ill hap,
If they hold when their ladies bid'em clap.

[Exeunt.

THE END OF THE FIFTH VOLUME.

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