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Henry The Eighth (Folio 1, 1623)
3353Scena Quarta.
3354Enter Trumpets sounding: Then two Aldermen, L. Maior,
3355Garter, Cranmer, Duke of Norfolke with his Marshals
3356Staffe Duke of Suffolke, two Noblemen, bearing great
3357standing Bowles for the Christening Guifts: Then foure
3358Noblemen bearing a Canopy, vnder which the Dutchesse of
3359Norfolke, Godmother, bearing the Childe richly habited in
3360a Mantle, &c. Traine borne by a Lady: Then followes
3361the Marchionesse Dorset, the other Godmother, and La-
3362dies. The Troope passe once about the Stage, and Gar-
3363ter speakes.
3364Gart. Heauen
3366Long, and euer happie, to the high and Mighty
3367Princesse of England Elizabeth.
3368Flourish. Enter King and Guard.
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.
3375What is her Name?
3376Cran. Elizabeth.
3377Kin. Stand vp Lord,
3379Into whose hand, I giue thy Life.
3380Cran. Amen.
3382I thanke ye heartily: So shall this Lady,
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
3391(But few now liuing can behold that goodnesse)
3392A Patterne to all Princes liuing with her,
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,
3401Her Foes shake like a Field of beaten Corne,
3402And hang their heads with sorrow:
3403Good growes with her.
3405Vnder his owne Vine what he plants; and sing
3406The merry Songs of Peace to all his Neighbours.
3411The Bird of Wonder dyes, the Mayden Phoenix,
3412Her Ashes new create another Heyre,
3413As great in admiration as her selfe.
3415(When Heauen shal call her from this clowd of darknes)
3419That were the Seruants to this chosen Infant,
3420Shall then be his, and like a Vine grow to him;
3422His Honour, and the greatnesse of his Name,
3424And like a Mountaine Cedar, reach his branches,
3425To all the Plaines about him: Our Childrens Children
3430And yet no day without a deed to Crowne it.
3434To th'ground, and all the World shall mourne her.
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,
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,
3446She will be sicke els. This day, no man thinke