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Crom. Please your honours,
KING HENRY VIII.
I shall both find your lordship judge and juror,
The chief cause concerns his grace of Canter- You are so merciful: 1 see your end,
Gar. Has he had knowledge of it?
Nor. Who waits there?
D. Keep. Without, my noble lords?
D. Keep. My lord archbishop;
'Tis my undoing: Love, and meekness, lord,
And bas done half an hour, to know your plea- But reverence to your calling makes me mo
Chan. Let him come in.
D. Keep. Your grace may enter now.
[CRANMER approaches the Council-table. Chan. My good lord archbishop, I am very
To sit here at this present, and behold
Of our flesh, few are angels: out of which
And want of wisdom, you, that best should
Have misdemean'd yourself, and not a little,
(For so we are inform'd,) with new opinions,
Gar. Which reformation must be sudden too, My noble lords: for those, that tame wild horses,
Pace them not in their hands to make them gentle;
But stop their mouths with stubborn bits,
Till they obey the manage. If we suffer
Gar. My lord, my lord, you are a sectary, That's the plain truth; your painted gloss discovers,
To men that understand you, words and weak
Crom. My lord of Winchester, you are a lit-
By your good favour, too sharp; men so noble
Gar. Good master secretary,
I cry your honour mercy; you may, worst
Crom. Why, my lord?
Gar. Do not I know you for a favourer
Gar. Not sound, I say.
Farewell, all physic: And what follows then?
Of the whole state: as, of late days, our neigh-
The upper Germany, can dearly witness,
Cran. My good lords, hitherto, in all the
Both of my life and office, I have labour'd,
Forbear, for shame, my lords.
Crom. And 1.
Chan. Then thus for you, my lord,-It stands agreed,
I take it, by all voices, that forthwith
You be convey'd to the Tower a prisoner ;
Cran. Is there no other way of mercy,
But I must needs to the Tower, my lords?
Gar. What other
Would you expect? You are strangely trouble
Let some o'the guard be ready there.
Be what they will, may stand forth face to face, To a most noble judge, the king my master. And freely urge against me.
Cham. This is the king's ring.
Sur. 'Tis no counterfeit.
Suf. 'Tis the right ring, by heaven: I told
When we first put this dangerous stone a roll
Twould fall upon ourselves.
Nor. Do you think, my lords,
The king will suffer but the little finger
Of this man to be vex'd?
Cham. 'Tis now too certain :
How much more is his life in value with bim? 'Would I were fairly out on't.
Crom. My mind gave me,
In seeking tales and informations
Now have t
But, whatsoe'er thou tak'st me for, I am sure,
He, that dares most, but wag his finger at
By all that's holy, he had better starve,
Come, lords, we trifle time away; I long
SCENE III.-The Palace Yard.
Port. You'll leave your noise anon, ye rascals: Do you take the court for Paris-garden? • ye rude slaves, leave your gaping. +
[Within.] Good master porter, I belong to the larder.
Port. Belong to the gallows, and be hanged, you rogue: Is this a place to roar in ?-Fetch
Than but once think his place becomes thee me a dozen crab-tree staves, and strong ones;
Why, what a shame was this? Did my com-
Bid ye so forget yourselves? I gave ye
Chan. Thus far,
My most dread sovereign, may it like your grace
Concerning his imprisonment, was rather
K. Hen. Well, well, my lords, respect him; Take him, and use him well, he's worthy of it.
I will say thus much for him, If a prince
I have a suit which you must not deny me;
You must be godfather, and answer for her.
Cran. The greatest monarch now alive may
In such an honour; how may I deserve it,
And lady marquis Dorset; Will these
Once more, my lord of Winchester, I charge
these are but switches to them.-I'll scratch your heads: You must be seeing christenings! Do you look for ale and cakes here, you rude rascals?
Man. Pray, Sir, be patient; 'tis as much impossible
(Unless we sweep them from the door with
To scatter them, as 'tis to make them sleep
Port. How got they in, and be hang'd?
Port. You did nothing, Sir.
Man. I am not Samson, nor Sir Guy, nor Colbrand, to mow them down before me : either young or old, he or she, cuckold or but if I spared any, that had a head to hit, cuckold-maker, let me never hope to see a chine again; and that I would not for a cow, God save her.
[Within.] Do you hear, master Porter ? Port. I shall be with you presently, good master puppy.-Keep the door close, Sirrah. Man. What would you have me do?
Port. What should you do, but knock them down by the dozens? Is this Moorfields to muster in or have we soine strange Indian with the great tool come to court, the women so besiege us? Bless me, what a fry of fornication is at door! On my Christian conscience, this one christening will beget a thousand; here will be father, godfather, and all toge ther.
Man. The spoons will be the bigger, Sir. There is a fellow somewhat near the door, he science, twenty of the dog-days now reign in's should be a brazier by his face, for o'my connose; all that stand about him, are under the line, they need no other penance: That firedrake did I hit three times on the head, and three times was his nose discharged against me; he stands there like a mortar-piece, to blow us. There was a baberdasher's wife of small wit near him, that rail'd upon me till her pink porringer fell off her head, for kindling such a combustion in the state. I
The bear garden on the Bank-side.
+ Roaring. 1 Guy of Warwick, vanquished Colbrand the Danish Pink'd cap.
It was an ancient custom for sponsors to present giant. spoons to their god-children.
Flourish. Enter KING, and Train. Cran. [Kneeling.] And to your royal grace, My uoble partners and myself thus pray :-and the good queen, All comfort, joy, in this most gracious lady, Heaven ever laid up to make parents happy, May hourly fall upon ye!
miss'd the meteor once, and hit that woman, who cried out, clubs! when I might see from far some forty truncheoneers draw to her succour, which were the hope of the Strand, where she was quartered. They fell on; I made good my place; at length they came to the broomstaff with me, I defied them still; when suddenly a file of boys behind them, loose shot, delivered such a shower of pebbles, that I was fain to draw mine honour in, and let them win the work: The devil is amongst them, I think, surely.
Port. These are the youths that thunder at a play-house, and fight for bitten apples; that no audience, but the Tribulation of Tower-hill, or the limbs of Limehouse, their dear brothers, are able to endure. I have some of them in Limbo Patrum, and there they are like to dance these three days; besides the running banquet of two beadles, that is to come.
Enter the Lord CHAMBERLAIN. Cham. Mercy o'me, what a multitude are here!
They grow still too, from all parts they coming,
are As if we kept a fair here! Where are these porters,
These lazy knaves ?-Ye have made a fine hand, fellows.
There's a trim rabble let in: Are all these Your faithful friends o'the suburbs? We shall have
Great store of room, no doubt, left for the ladies,
When they pass back from the christening.
We are but men; and what so many may do,
Cham. As I live,
If the king blame me for't, I'll lay ye all
And here ye lie baiting of bumbards, § when
They are come already from the christening:
Port. Make way there for the princess. Man. You great fellow, stand close up, or I'll make your head ache.
Port. You i'the camblet, get up o'the rail ; I'll pick you o'er the pales else. [Exeunt.
SCENE IV.-The Palace. T
Enter Trumpets, sounding: then two Aldermen, Lord MAYOR, GARTER, CRANMER, Duke of NORFOLK, with his Marshal's Staff, Duke of SUFFOLK, two Noblemen bearing great standing-bowls for the christening gifts; then four Noblemen bearing a canopy, under which the Duchess of NORFOLK, godmother, bearing the child richly habited in a mantle, &c. Train borne by a Lady; then follows the Marchioness of DORSET, the other godmother, and Ladies. The Troop pass once about the stage, and GARTER speaks.
Gart. Heaven from thy endless goodness, send prosperous life, long, and ever happy, to the high and mighty princess of England, Elizabeth!**
• The brazier. + Place of confinement. A desert of whipping, Black leather vessels to hold beer. Pitch. At Greenwich.
These are the actual words used at Elizabeth's christening.
What is her name ?
K. Hen. Stand up, lord.
With this kiss take my blessing: God protect [The KING kisses the child.
Into whose hands I give thy life.
K. Hen. My noble gossips, ye have been too prodigal :
I thank ye heartily; so shall this lady,
For heaven now bids me; and the words I utter
Let none think flattery, for they'll find them truth.
This royal infant, (heaven still move about her!)
Though in her cradle, yet now promises
(But few now living can behold that goodness,)
That mould up such a mighty piece as this is,
Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her:
She shall be lov'd and fear'd: Her own shall bless her:
Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow: grows with her :
In her days, every man shall eat in safety
And by those claim their greatness, not by blood.
[Nor shall this peace sleep with her: But as when
The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phoenix, Her ashes new create another heir, As great in admiration as herself; So shall she leave her blessedness to one, (When heaven shall call her from this cloud of darkness,)
Who, from the sacred ashes of her honour, Shall star-like rise, as great in fame as she
And so stand fix'd: Peace, plenty, love, truth, terror,
That were the servants to this chosen infant,
And, like a mountain cedar, reach his bran
An aged princess; many days shall see her,⚫ And yet no day without a deed to crown it. 'Would I had known no more! but she must die,
She must, the saints must have her; yet a virgin,
A most unspotted lily shall she pass
To the ground, and all the world shall mourn ber.
K. Hen. O lord archbishop,
Thou hast made me now a man; never, before
They'll say, 'tis naught: others, to hear the
It is supposed that the epilogue and prologʻie ta this play were both written by Ben Jonson.
A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM.
LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE.
THE title of this play was probably suggested (like Twelfth Night, and The Winter's Tale,) by the time at which it was first performed; viz. at Midsummer :---thus it would be announced as " A Dream for the Entertainment of a Midsummer Night." No other ground can be assigned for the name which our author has given to it; since the action is distinctly pointed out as occurring on the night preceding May-day. The piece was written in 1592; and, according to Stevens, might have been suggested by the Knight's Tale in Chaucer, or, as Capell supposes, Shakspeare may have taken the idea of his fairies from Drayton's fantastical poem, called Nymphidia, or, The Court of Fairy. Mason, however, denies that our poet made use of the materials which Shakspeare had rendered so popular; and asserts (in opposition to Johnson) that there is no analogy or resemblance between the fairies of the one, and the fairies of the other. The same critics are also at issue upon the general merits of this singular play. Johnson declares that "all the parts, in their various modes, are well written." Malone, that the principal personages are insignificant---the fable meagre and uninteresting. Hippolyta, the Amazon, is undistinguished from any other female; and the solicitudes of Hermia and Demetrius, of Lysander and Helena, are childish and frivolous. Theseus, the companion of Hercules, is not engaged in any adventure worthy his rank and reputation: "he goes out a Maying; meets the lovers in perplexity, and makes no effort to promote their happiness; but when supernatural events have reconciled them, he joins their company, and concludes the entertainment by uttering some miserable puns, at an interlude represented by clowns.” These faults are, however, almost wholly redeemed, by the glowing fervour, and varied imagination, which Shakspeare has displayed in the poetry; by the rich characteristic humour (free from the taint of grossness) which enlivens the blunt-witted devices of his theatrical tailors and cobblers; and by the admirable satire which he has passed on those self-conceited actors, who (not unlike some modern “stars”) would monopolize the favours of the public, trample upon every competitor, and "bear the palm alone.” Bottom was perhaps the leading tragedian of some rival house, and on that account is honoured with an ass's head.