3275Man. Alas I know not, how gets the Tide in?

3276As much as one sound Cudgell of foure foote,

3277(You see the poore remainder) could distribute,

3278I made no spare Sir.

3279Port. You did nothing Sir.

3280Man. I am not Sampson, nor Sir Guy, nor Colebrand,

3281To mow 'em downe before me: but if I spar'd any

3282That had a head to hit, either young or old,

3283He or shee, Cuckold or Cuckold-maker:

3284Let me ne're hope to see a Chine againe,

3285And that I would not for a Cow, God saue her.

3286Within. Do you heare M. Porter?

3287Port. I shall be with you presently, good M. Puppy,

3288Keepe the dore close Sirha.

3289Man. What would you haue me doe?

3290Por. What should you doe,

3291But knock 'em downe by th'dozens? Is this More fields

3292to muster in? Or haue wee some strange Indian with the

3293great Toole, come to Court, the women so besiege vs?

3294Blesse me, what a fry of Fornication is at dore? On my

3295Christian Conscience this one Christening will beget a

3296thousand, here will bee Father, God-father, and all to-

3297gether.

3298Man. The Spoones will be the bigger Sir: There is

3299a fellow somewhat neere the doore, he should be a Brasi-

3300er by his face, for o' my conscience twenty of the Dog-

3301dayes now reigne in's Nose; all that stand about him are

3302vnder the Line, they need no other pennance: that Fire-

3303Drake did I hit three times on the head, and three times

3304was his Nose discharged against mee; hee stands there

3305like a Morter-piece to blow vs. There was a Habberda-

3306shers Wife of small wit, neere him, that rail'd vpon me,

3307till her pinck'd porrenger fell off her head, for kindling

3308such a combustion in the State. I mist the Meteor once,

3309and hit that Woman, who cryed out Clubbes, when I

3310might see from farre, some forty Truncheoners draw to

3311her succour, which were the hope o'th'Strond where she

3312was quartered; they fell on, I made good my place; at

3313length they came to th'broome staffe to me, I defide 'em

3314stil, when sodainly a File of Boyes behind 'em, loose shot,

3315deliuer'd such a showre of Pibbles, that I was faine to

3316draw mine Honour in, and let 'em win the Worke, the

3317Diuell was amongst 'em I thinke surely.

3318Por. These are the youths that thunder at a Playhouse,

3319and fight for bitten Apples, that no Audience but the

3320tribulation of Tower Hill, or the Limbes of Limehouse,

3321their deare Brothers are able to endure. I haue some of

3322'em in Limbo Patrum, and there they are like to dance

3323these three dayes; besides the running Banquet of two

3324Beadles, that is to come.

3326Cham. Mercy o' me: what a Multitude are heere?

3327They grow still too; from all Parts they are comming,

3328As if we kept a Faire heere? Where are these Porters?

3329These lazy knaues? Y'haue made a fine hand fellowes?

3330Theres a trim rabble let in: are all these

3331Your faithfull friends o'th'Suburbs? We shall haue

3332Great store of roome no doubt, left for the Ladies,

3333When they passe backe from the Christening?

3334Por. And't please your Honour,

3335We are but men; and what so many may doe,

3336Not being torne a pieces, we haue done:

3337An Army cannot rule 'em.

3338Cham. As I liue,

3339If the King blame me for't; Ile lay ye all

3340By th'heeles, and sodainly: and on your heads

3341Clap round Fines for neglect: y'are lazy knaues,

3342And heere ye lye baiting of Bombards, when

3343Ye should doe Seruice. Harke the Trumpets sound,

3344Th'are come already from the Christening,

3345Go breake among the preasse, and finde away out

3346To let the Troope passe fairely; or Ile finde

3347A Marshallsey, shall hold ye play these two Monthes.

3348Por. Make way there, for the Princesse.

3349Man. You great fellow,

3350Stand close vp, or Ile make your head ake.

3351Por. You i'th'Chamblet, get vp o'th'raile,

3364Gart. Heauen

3365From thy endlesse goodnesse, send prosperous life,

3366Long, and euer happie, to the high and Mighty

3367Princesse of England Elizabeth.

3369Cran. And to your Royall Grace, & the good Queen,

3370My Noble Partners, and my selfe thus pray

3371All comfort, ioy in this most gracious Lady,

3372Heauen euer laid vp to make Parents happy,

3373May hourely fall vpon ye.

3374Kin. Thanke you good Lord Archbishop:

3375What is her Name?

3376Cran. Elizabeth.

3377Kin. Stand vp Lord,

3378With this Kisse, take my Blessing: God protect thee,

3379Into whose hand, I giue thy Life.

3380Cran. Amen.

3381Kin. My Noble Gossips, y'haue beene too Prodigall;

3382I thanke ye heartily: So shall this Lady,

3383When she ha's so much English.

3384Cran. Let me speake Sir,

3385For Heauen now bids me; and the words I vtter,

3386Let none thinke Flattery; for they'l finde 'em Truth.

3387This Royall Infant, Heauen still moue about her;

3388Though in her Cradle; yet now promises

3389Vpon this Land a thousand thousand Blessings,

3390Which Time shall bring to ripenesse: She shall be,

3391(But few now liuing can behold that goodnesse)

3392A Patterne to all Princes liuing with her,

3393And all that shall succeed: Saba was neuer

3394More couetous of Wisedome, and faire Vertue

3395Then this pure Soule shall be. All Princely Graces

3396That mould vp such a mighty Piece as this is,

3397With all the Vertues that attend the good,

3398Shall still be doubled on her. Truth shall Nurse her,