3399Holy and Heauenly thoughts still Counsell her:

3400She shall be lou'd and fear'd. Her owne shall blesse her;

3401Her Foes shake like a Field of beaten Corne,

3402And hang their heads with sorrow:

3403Good growes with her.

3404In her dayes, Euery Man shall eate in safety,

3405Vnder his owne Vine what he plants; and sing

3406The merry Songs of Peace to all his Neighbours.

3407God shall be truely knowne, and those about her,

3408From her shall read the perfect way of Honour,

3409And by those claime their greatnesse; not by Blood.

3410Nor shall this peace sleepe with her: But as when

3411The Bird of Wonder dyes, the Mayden Phoenix,

3412Her Ashes new create another Heyre,

3413As great in admiration as her selfe.

3414So shall she leaue her Blessednesse to One,

3415(When Heauen shal call her from this clowd of darknes)

3416Who, from the sacred Ashes of her Honour

3417Shall Star-like rise, as great in fame as she was,

3418And so stand fix'd. Peace, Plenty, Loue, Truth, Terror,

3419That were the Seruants to this chosen Infant,

3420Shall then be his, and like a Vine grow to him;

3421Where euer the bright Sunne of Heauen shall shine,

3422His Honour, and the greatnesse of his Name,

3423Shall be, and make new Nations. He shall flourish,

3424And like a Mountaine Cedar, reach his branches,

3425To all the Plaines about him: Our Childrens Children

3426Shall see this, and blesse Heauen.

3427Kin. Thou speakest wonders.

3428Cran. She shall be to the happinesse of England,

3429An aged Princesse; many dayes shall see her,

3430And yet no day without a deed to Crowne it.

3431Would I had knowne no more: But she must dye,

3432She must, the Saints must haue her; yet a Virgin,

3433A most vnspotted Lilly shall she passe

3434To th'ground, and all the World shall mourne her.

3435Kin. O Lord Archbishop

3436Thou hast made me now a man, neuer before

3437This happy Child, did I get any thing.

3438This Oracle of comfort, ha's so pleas'd me,

3439That when I am in Heauen, I shall desire

3440To see what this Child does, and praise my Maker.

3441I thanke ye all. To you my good Lord Maior,

3442And you good Brethren, I am much beholding:

3443I haue receiu'd much Honour by your presence,

3444And ye shall find me thankfull. Lead the way Lords,

3445Ye must all see the Queene, and she must thanke ye,

3446She will be sicke els. This day, no man thinke

3447'Has businesse at his house;s for all shall stay: