Your highnefs with an heir!

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Pr'ythee, to bed; and in thy prayers remember
The eilate of my poor queen. Leave me alone ;
For I muft think of that, which company
Would not be friendly to.

SUF. I wifh your highnefs
A quiet night, and my good miftrefs will
Remember in my prayers.

Kin. Charles, good night. [Exit SUFFOLK.

Enter Sir Antony DENNY.
Well, fir, what follows?

DEN. Sir, I have brought my lord the arch-bifhop,
As you commanded me.

Kin. Ha! Canterbury?

DEK. Ay, my good lord.

Km. 'Tis true : Where is he, Denny ?

DEK. He attends your highnefs' pleasure.

Km. Bring him to us. [Exit DENNY.

Lor. " This is about that which the bifhop fpake;"
" I am happily come hither."

Re-enter DENNY, <witb CRANMER.

Kin. Avoid the gallery. [Lovel Jetmetb to flay .] Ha!

I have faid. Begone.
What! [Exeunt LOVEL, and DENNY.

CRA. " I am fearful: wherefore frowns he thus: "
" 'Tis his afpeft of terror. All's not well."

Kin. How now, my lord ? You do desire to know
Wherefore I fent for you.

CRA. It is my duty,
To attend your highnefs' pleasure.

Kin. Pray you, arise,
My good and gracious lord of Canterbury.
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J have news to tell you : Come, come, give me your hand.

Ah, my good lord, I grieve at what I fpeak,

And am right forry to repeat what follows :

1 have, and moft unwillingly, of late

Heard many grievous, I do fay, my lord,

Grievous complaints of you ; which, being confider'd,

Have mov'd us and our council, that you (hall

This morning come before us ; where, i know,

You cannot with fuch freedom purge yourfelf,

But that, 'till further trial, in those charges

Which will require your anfwer, you mult take

Your patience to you, and be well contented

To make your houfe our tower: you a brother of us,

It fits we thus proceed, or elfe no witnefs

Would come againft you.

CRA. I humbly thank your highnefs ;
And am right glad to catch this good occasion
Moll throughly to be winnow'd, where my chaff
And corn (hall fly afunder : for, I know,
There's none ftands under more calumnious tongues,
Than I myfelf, poor man.

Kin. Stand up, good Canterbury;
Thy truth, and thy integrity, is rooted
In us, thy friend: Give me thy hand, ftand up;
Pr'ythee, let's walk. Now, by my holy-dame,
What manner of man are you ? My lord, I look'd
You would have given me your petition, that
1 mould have ta'en fome pains to bring together
Yourfelf and your accusers; and to have heard you,
Without indurance, further.

CRA. Moft dread liege,
The good I ftand on is my truth, ?nd honefty ;

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If they ftall fail, I, with mine enemies,
Will triumph o'er my perfon ; which I weigh not,
Being of those virtues vacant. 1 fear nothing
What can be faid againft me.

Kin. Know you not

How your ftate ftands i'the world, with the whole world?
Your enemies many, and not fmall; their practices
Muft bear the fame proportion : and not ever
The juflice and the truth o'the queftion carries
The due o'the verdict with it : At what ease
Might corrupt minds procure knaves as corrupt
To fwear againft you? fuch things have been done.
You are potently oppos'd, and with a malice
Of as great fize: Ween you of better luck,
I mean, in perjur'd witnefs, than your mafter,
Whose minifter you are, whiles here he liv'd
Upon this naughty earth ? Go to, go to ;
You take a precipice for no leap of danger,
And woo your own deflrudtion.

CRA. God, and your majefty,
Protect mine innocence, or I fall into
The trap is lay'd for me.

Kin. Be of good cheer ;

They ftiall no more prevail, than we give way to.
Keep comfort to you; and this morning fee
You do appear before them : if they mail chance r
In charging you with matters, to commit you,
The beft perfuasions to the contrary
Fail not to use, and with what vehemency
The occasion mall inftruft you: if entreaties
Will render you no remedy, this =}* ring
Deliver them, and your appeal to us

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There make before them. Look, the good m*n weeps!

He's honeft, on mine honour. God's bleft mother!

I fwear, he is true-hearted ; and a foul

None better in my kingdom. _ Get you gone,

And do as I have bid you._ He has ftrangl'd

His language in his tears. [Exit CR ANMER.

Gen. [within] Come back ; What mean you ?
Enter old Lady, Lo v E L following.

o. L. I'll not come back; the tidings that I bring
Will make my boldnefs manners Now,
Fly o'er thy royal head, and fhade thy perfba
Under their blefled wings!

Kin. Now, by thy looks
I guefs thy meflage. Is the queen deliver'd?
Say, ay; and of a boy.

o. L. Ay, ay, my liege;
And of a lovely boy; The God of heaven
Both now and ever blefs her ! 'tis a girl,
Promises boys hereafter. Sir, your queen
Desires your visitation, and to be
Acquainted with this ftranger; 'tis as like you,
As cherry is to cherry.

Kin. Lo<vei,~

Lov. Sir.

Kin. Give her an hundred marks. I'll to the queen.

[Exit King.

o L. An hundred marks! By this light, I'll have more.
An ordinary groom is for fuch payment.
I will have more, or fcold it out of him.
Said I for this, the girl was like to him? I'll
Have more, or elfe unfay't : now, while 'tis hot,
I'll put it to the iflue. [Exeunt.

Ji unfay't: and now

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SCENE II. The council-Chamber.

Chair, under a State, for the King; beneath,

aTable: Chamber-keeper attending. Servants

at the Door without ; to ivhich,

Enter C R A N M E R .

CRA. I hope, I am not too late; and yet the gentleman,
That was fent to me from the council, pray'd me
To make great hafte. All faft ? what means this : _ Hoa I
Who waits there? Sure, you know me?

Kee. Yes, my lord ;
But yet I cannot help you.

CRA. Why?

Enter Doff or BUTTS.

Kee. Your grace
Muft wait 'till you be call'd for.

CRA. So.

Bur. This is a piece of malice. I am glad,
I came this way fo happily : The king
Shall underftand it presently. [Exit Burrt.

CRA. 'Tis Butts,

The king's physician ; as he pafT'd along,
How earneftly he caft his eyes upon me :
Pray heaven, he found not my difgrace! For certain,
This is of purpose lay'd, By fome that hate me,
(God turn their hearts ! I never fought their malice)
To quench mine honour : they would fhame to make me
Wait elfe at door; a fellow counfellor,
Among boys, grooms, and lackeys. But their pleasures
Muft be fulfil'd, and I attend with patience.

Enter the King, and BUTTS, at a Window above.

JSvT. I'll (hew your grace the ftrangeft fight,~*

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Kit. What's that, Butts ?

Bur. I think, your highnefs faw this many a day.
Kin. Body o' me, where is it ?
Buf. There, ~J~ my lord :

The high promotion of his grace of Canterbury ;
Who holds his ilate at door, 'mongft purfuivants,
Pages, and foot-boys.

Kin. Ha ! 'Tis he, indeed :
Is this the honour they do one another?
'Tis well, there's one above 'em yet. I had thought,
They had parted fo much honeily among 'em,
(At leaft, good manners) as not thus to fuffer
A man of his place, and fo near our favour,
To dance attendance on their lordfhips' pleasures,
And at the door too, like a poft with packets.
By holy Mary, Butts, there's knavery :
Let 'em alone, and draw the curtain clofe ;
We (hall hear more anon. [Curtain drawn.

Enter the Lord Chancellor, Duke of

SUFFOLK, Duke o/"N o R F o \. K , Earl o/~S u R R E Y,

Lord Chamberlain, GARDINER, dWCROMWEL.

The Lord Chancellor places himfelf at the upper End

of the Table on the left Hand, a Seat being left void

above him as for the Arch-bijhop ^/"Canterbury;

the reft feat them/elves in Order on each Side>

Cromwel at lower End, as Secretary.
Chan. Speak to the businefs, Mr. fecretary;
Why are we met in council ?
CRO. Please your honours,

The chiefeft cause concerns his grace of Canterbury.
GJR. Has he had knowledge of it?
CRO. Yes.

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NOR. Who waits there ?

Kee. Without, my noble lords ?

GAR. Yes.

Kee. My lord arch-bifliop ;
And has done half an hour, to know your pleasures.

Cba*. Let him come in.

Kee. Your grace may enter now.

Cranmer approaches the Council Table.

Cba*. My good lord arch-bi(hop, I am very forry
To fit here at this present, and behold
That "{"chair ftand empty: But we all are men,
In our own natures frail, and capable
Of our flefh; few are angels: out of which frailty,
And want of wisdom, you, that belt fhould teach us,
Have mifdemean'd yourfelf, and not a little,
Toward the king firft, then his laws, in filling
The whole realm, by your teaching, and your chaplains',
(For fo we are inform d) with new opinions,
Divers, and dangerous ; which are herefies,
And, not reform'd, may prove pernicious.

GAS.. Which reformation mult be fudden too,
My noble lords : for those, that tame wild horfes,
Pace 'em not in their hands to make 'em gentle;
But flop their mouths with ftubborn bits, and fpur 'em,
'Till they obey the manage. If we fuffer
(Out of our easinefs, and childifh pity
To one man's honour) this contagious ficknefs,
Farewel all physick : And what follows then ?
Commotions, uproars, and a general taint
Of the whole ftate: as, of late days, our neighbours,
The upper Germany, can dearly witnefs,
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Henry Vlir. 99

CRA My good lords, hitherto, in all the progrefs
Both of my life and office, I have labour'd,
And with no little ftudy, that my teaching,
And the ftrong courfe of my authority,
Mi^ht go one way, and fafely ; and the end
Was ever, to do well : nor is there living
(1 fpeak it with a (ingle heart, my lords)
A man, that more detefts, more ftirs againft,
Both in his private confdence, and his place,
Defacers of a publick peace, than I do.
Pray heaven, the king may never find a heart
With lefs allegiance in it ! Men, that make
Envy, and crooked malice, nourishment,
Dare bite the belt. I do befeech your lordfhips,
That, in this cafe of juftice, my accusers,
Be what they will, may (land forth face to face,
And freely urge againft me.

SUF. Nay, my lord,
That cannot be ; you are a counfellor,
And, by that virtue, no man dare accuse you. [ment,

GAR . My lord, because we have businefs of more mo-
We will be mort with you. 'Tis his highnefs' pleasure,
And our confent, for better trial of you,
From hence you be committed to the tower;
Where being bat a private man again,
You (hall know many dare accuse you boldly,
More than, I fear, you are provided for.

CRA. Ah, my good lord of Wincbefler, I thank you,
You are always my good friend ; if your will pafs,
I (hall both find your lordfhip judge and juror,
You are fo merciful: I fee your end,
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Become a churchman better than ambition;
Win ftraying fouls with modefty again,
Call none away. That I fliall clear myfelf,
Lay all the weight ye can upon my patience,
J make as little doubt, as you do confcience
]n doing daily wrongs. 1 could fay more,
But reverence to your calling makes me modeft.

GAR. My lord, my lord, you are a fe&ary,
That's the plain truth; your painted glofs difcovers,
To men that underftand you, words and weaknefs.

CRO. My lord of Winchejier, you are a little,
By your good favour, too fharp ; men lo noble,
However faulty, yet fhould find refpeft
For what they have been : 'tis a cruelty,
To load a falling man.

GAS.. Good Mr. fecretary,
I cry your honour mercy ; you may, worft
Of all this table, fay fo.

CRO. Why, my lord?

GAR . Do not I know you for a favourer
Of this new feft ? ye are not found.

CRO. Not found ?

GAR. Not found, I fay.

CRO. 'Would you were half fo honeft !
Men's prayers then would feek you, not their fears.

GAR. I (hall remember this bold language.

CRO. Do:
Remember your bold life too.

Cha n . This is too much ;
Forbear, for fhame, my lords.

GAR. I have done.

CRO. And I.

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Henry VIII. 101

Chan. Then thus for you, my lord, It ftands agreed,
I take it, by all voices, that forthwith
You be convey'd to the tower a prisoner;
There to remain, 'till the king's further pleasure
Be known unto us : Are you all agreed, lords?

all. We are.

CRA. Is there no other way of mercy,
But 1 muft needs to the tower, my lords?

GAR. What other

Would you expedl ? You're ftrangely troublefome :
Let fome o'the guard be ready there.

CRA. For me?

Enter Guard.
Muft I go like a traitor thither?

GAR. Receive him,
And fee him fafe i' the tower.

CRA. Stay, good my lords,
I have a little yet to fay. Look there, my lords;
By virtue of that ^ ring, I take my cause
Out of the gripes of cruel men, and give it
To a molt noble judge, the king my mafter.

Cba. This is the king's ring.

SUR. 'Tis no counterfeit.

SUF . 'Tis the right ring, by heaven : I told ye all,
When we firft put this dangerous ftone a rowling,
'Twould fall upon ourfelves.

NOR. Do you think, my lords,
The king will fufFer but the little finger
Of this man to be vex'd?

Cha. *Tis now too certain :
How much more is his life in value with him?
'Would I were fairly out on't.

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102 Henry VIII.

CKO. My mind gave me,
In feeking tales, and informations,
Againft this man, (whose honefty the devil
And his difciples only envy at)
Ye blew the fire that burns ye : Now have at ye.
Enter King, frowning on them ; taket bis Seat.

GjtR. Dread fovereign, how much are we bound to
In daily thanks, that gave us fuch a prince ; [heaven
Not only good and wise, but moft religious :
One that, in all obedience, makes the church
The chief aim of his honour; and, to ttrengthen
That holy duty, out of dear refpeft,
His royal felf in judgment comes to hear
The cause betwixkher and this great offender.

Kin. You were ever good at fudden commendations,
Bifhop of Wincbefter. But know, I come not
To hear fuch flatteries now, and in my presence ;
They are too thin and bafe to hide offences,
To me you cannot reach : Yon play the fpaniel,
And think with waging of your tongue to win me;
But, whatfoe'er thon tak'ft me for, 1 am fure,
Thou haft a cruel nature, and a bloody
Good man, fit down. Now let me fee the proudeft
He, that dares moft, but wag his finger at thee :
By all that's holy, he had better ftarve,
Than but once think this place becomes thee not.

Sun . May it please your grace,

Kin. No, fir, it does not please me.
I had thought, I had had men of fome underftanding
And wisdom of my council; but I find none.
Was it difcretion, lords, to let this man,
This good man, (few of you deserve that title)

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Henry VIIT. ro3

This honeft man, wait like a lousy foot -boy
At chamber door? and one as great as you are?
Why, what a fhame was this ? Did my commiflion
Bid ye fo far forget yourfelves ? I gave ye
Power as he was a counfellor to try him,
Not as a groom : There's fome of ye, I fee,
More out of malice than integrity,
Would try him to the utmoft, had ye mean;
Which ye fhall never have, while I live.

Cba". Thus far,

My moft dread fovereign, may it like your grace
To let my tongue excuse all. What was purpos'd,
Concerning his imprisonment, was rather
(If there be faith in men) meant for his trial,
And fair purgation to the world, than malice;
I am fure, in me.

Kin. Well, well, my lords, refpefl him ;
Take him, and use him well, he's worthy of it:
1 will fay thus much for him, If a prince '
May be beholding to a fubjedl, I
Am, for his love and fervice, fo to him.
Make me no more ado, but all embrace him ;
Be friends, for fhame, my lords. _ My lord of Canterbury y
I have a fuit which you muft not deny me:
There is a fair young maid, that yet wants baptism ;
You muft be godfather, and anfwer for her.

CRA. The greateft monarch now alive may glory
In fuch an honour; How may I deserve it,
That am a poor and humble fubjefl to you ?

Kin. Come, come, my lord, you'd fpare your fpoons :

you mall have [folk,

Two noble partners with you; the old dutchefs of Nor-

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104 Henry VIII.

And lady marquifs Dor/et; Will these please you ?
Once more, my lord of Wincbefler, I charge you,
Embrace, and love, this man.

GAR. With a true heart,
And brother's love, I do it.

CRJ. And let heaven
Witnefs, how dear I hold this confirmation.

Kin. Good man, those joyful tears fliew thy true heart.
The common voice, I fee, isverify'd
Of thee, which fays thus, Do my lord of Canterbury
A Jhreiud turn, and be is your friend for ever
Come, lords, we trifle time away ; I long
To have this young one made a chriftian.
As I have made ye one, lords, one remain ;
So I grow ftronger, you more honour gain. [Exeunt.

SCENE III. Court of the Palace.

Noise and Tumult within. Enter Porter,

and hi i Man.

Par. You'll leave your noise
Anon, ye rafcals : Do you take the court
For Paris-garden i ye rude flaves, leave your gaping.

within. Good Mr. porter, I belong to the larder.

For. Belong to the gallows, and be hang'd, you rogue :
Is this a place to roar in ?

Fetch me a dozen crab-tree ftaves, and ftrong ones ;
These are but fwitches to 'em.

I'll fcratch your heads : You muft be feeing chriftnings ?
Do you look for ale and cakes here, you rude rafcals ?

Man. Pray, fir, be patient; 'tis as much impoiTible,
(Unlefs we fweep 'em from the door with cannons)
To fcatter 'em, as 'tis to make 'em fleep

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Henry VIII. 105

On May-day morning, which will never be:
We may as well pufh againft Paul's, as ftir 'em.

Par. How got they in, and be hang'd?

Man. Alas, I know not; How gets the tide in?
As much as one found cudgel of four foot
(You fee'j' the poor remainder) could diitribute,
1 made no fpare, fir.

Par. You did nothing, fir.

Man. I am not Samf/on, nor fir Gy, nor Colbrand,
To mow 'em down before me: but, if I fpar'd
Any, that had a head to hit, either young
Or old, he or (he, cuckold or cuckold-maker,
Let me ne'er hope to fee a chine again;
And that I would not for a cow, God fave her.

luittrim* Do you hear, Mr. porter?

Par. I mall be with you presently,
Good Mr. puppy Keep the door clofe, firrah.

Man, What would you have me do ?

Par. What (hould you do,

But knock 'em down by the dozens ?_Is this MorejfeUs,
To mufter in ? or have we fome ftrange Indian, [us ?
Wi'the great tool, come to court, the women fo befiege
Blefs me,

What a fry of fornication is at door !
O'my chriltian confcience, this one chriftning will
Beget a thousand ; here will be father, godfather,
And all together.

Man. The fpoons will be the bigger, fir.
There is a fellow lomewhat near the door,
He mould be a brazier by his face,
For, o'my confcience, twenty of the dog-dajrs
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Under the line, they need no other penance :

That fire-drake did I hit three times on the head,

And three times was his nose difcharg'd againft me;

He ftands there, like a mortar-piece, to blow us.

There was a haberdaiher's wife of fmall wit

Near him, that rail'd upon me,

'Till her pink'd porringer fell off her head,

For kindling fuch combuftion in the ftate :

I miff'd the meteor once, and hit that woman,

Who cry'd out, clubs! when I might fee from far

Some forty trnncheoneers draw to her fuccour, [ter'd :

Which were the hope o'the Strand where flie was quar-

They fell on, I made good my place; at length

They came to the broom-ftaff wi'me, I defy'd 'em ftillj

When fuddenly a file of boys behind 'em,

Loofe fhot, deliver'd fuch a (hower of pebbles,

That I was fain to draw mine honour in,

And let 'em win the work :

The devil was amongft 'em, I think, furely. [houfe,

For. These are the youths that thunder at a play-
And fight for bitten apples ; that no audience,
But the ftoett tribulation of Tower-hill,
Or the limbs of Lime-houfe, their dear brothers, are
Able to endure. I have fome of 'em in Limbo
Pairum, and there they are like to dance these three days ;
Befides the running banquet of two beadles,
That is to come.

Enter the Lord Chamberlain.

Ct>a. Mercy o'me, what a multitude are here!
They grow ftill too, from all parts they are coming,
As if we kept a fair! Where are these porters,
These lazy knaves?_Ye've made a fine hand, fellows*

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Henry VIII. 107

There's a trim rabble let in- Are all these
Your faithful friends o'the fuburbs? We fhail have
Great Itore of room, no doubt, left for the ladies,
When they pafs back from the chriftning-

For. An't please your honour,
We are but men ; and what fo many may do,
Not being torn a pieces, we have done :
An army cannot rule 'em.

Cba. As I live,

If the king blame me for't, I'll lay ye all
By the heels, and fuddenly; and on your heads
Clap round fines, for negleft: Y'are lazy knaves;
And here ye lye baiting of bombards, when
Ye mould do fervice. Hark, the trumpets found;
They're come already from the chriftening :
Go, break among the preafe, and find a way out
To let the troop pafs fairly; or I'll find
A Marjbalfea, (hall hold you play these two months.

[Exit Chamberlain.

For. Make way there for the princefs.

Man. You great fellow,
Stand clofe up, or I'll make your head ake.

Par. You i'the chamblet,
Get up o'the rail, I'll peck you o'er the pales elfe.

[Exeunt, forcing back the Croud f

SCENEIV. The fame.
Enter 'Trumpets, founding ; then fwo Alder 'men,
Lord Mayor, Garter, C R A N M E R , Duke of Nor-
foik with his Mar/baft Staff, Duke of Suffolk,
tnuo Noblemen bearing great Jlanding Bowls for
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a Canopy, under which theDutchefs of Norfolk*
Godmother i tearing the Child richly habited in a
Mantle &c. Train torn by a Lady : then follow
the Marchionefi Dorfet, the other Godmother, and
Ladies. Troop halts, and Garter advances.

Gar. Heaven, from thyendlefs goodnefs, fend prof-
perous life, long, and ever happy, to the high and mighty
princefs of England, Elizabeth !

Flour ijh. Enter King, and Train.

CRA. And to your royal grace, and the good queen,
My noble partners, and myfelf, thus pray;
All comfort, joy, in this mod gracious lady,
Heaven ever lay'd up to make parents happy,
May hourly fall upon ye!

Kin. Thank you, good lord arch-bifhop :
What is her name?

CRA. Elizabeth.

Kin. Stand op, lord._^

With this-fkifs take my blefling: God protea thee!
Into whose hand I give thy life.

CRA. Amen !

Kin. My noble goflips, ye have been too prodigal:
I thank ye heartily; fo fhall this lady,
When (he has fo much Englijh.

CRA. Let me fpeak, fir,

For heaven now bids me ; and the words I utter
Let none think flattery, for they'll find 'em truth.
This royal infant, (heaven ftill move about her!)
Though in her cradle, yet now promises
Upon this land a thousand thousand bieflings,
Which time fhall bring to ripenefs: She (hall be
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A pattern to all princes living with her,

And all that fhali fucceed : Sheba was never

More covetous of wisdom, and fair virtue,

Than this pure foul (hall be: all princely grace?,

That mould up fuch a mighty piece as this is,

With all the virtues that attend the good,

Shall llill be doubl'd on her: truth mall nurfe her,

Holy and heavenly thoughts (till counfel her:

She (hsll be lov'd, and fcar'd: her own (hall blefs her;

Her foes {hake like a field of beaten corn,

And hang their heads withforrow: Good grows with her:

In her days, every man fhall eat in fafety,

Under his own vine, what he plants; and fing

The merry fongs of peace to all his neighbours :

God mall be truly known; and those about her

From her mall read the perfect way of honour,

And by that claim their greatnefs, not by blood.

[Nor thall this peace fieep with her: But as when

The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phoenix,

Her afhes new create another heir,

As great in admiration as herfelf;

So (hall (he leave her bleflednefs to om?,

(When heaven ihall call her from this cloud of darknefs)

Who, from the facred aflies of her honour,

Shall liar- like rise, as great in fame as (he was,

And fo ftand nx'd : peace, plenty, love, truth, terror,

That were the fervants to this chosen infant,

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

Wherever the bright fun of heaven (hall mine,

His honour, and the greatnefs of his name,

Shall be, and make new nations: he ihall flourifh,

And, like a mountain cedar, reach his branches

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I io Henry VIII.

To all the plains about him : Our children's children
Shall fee this, and blefs heaven.

Kin. Thou fpeakeft wonders.]

CRJ. She (hall he, to the happinefs of England,
An aged princefs ; many da)s lhall fee her,