Enter Lord Chamberlain. * Cham. Mercy o'me! what a multitude are here! Your faithful friends o' th' fuburbs? We shall have We are but men; and what fo many may do, Cham. As I live, If the King blame me for't, I'll lay ye all Go break among the prefs, and find a way out A Marfbalfea, fhall hold you play these two months. Man. You great fellow, ftand close up, or I'll make your head ake. Port. You i'th' camblet, get up o'th' rail; I'll pick you o'er the pales elfe. [Exeunt. (9) here ye lie baiting of bumbards,] A bumbard is an ale barrel; to bait bumbards is to tipple, to lie at the Spigot. SCENE SCENE VIII. Changes to the Palace. Enter Trumpets founding; then two Aldermen,, Lord Mayor, Garter, Cranmer, Duke of Norfolk, with bis Marshal's staff, Duke of Suffolk, two Noblemen bearing great ftanding bowls for the chriftening gifts; then four noblemen bearing a canopy, under which the Dutchefs of Norfolk, god-mother, bearing the child richly habited in a mantle, &c. Train borne by a lady: then follows the Marchioness of Dorset, the other god-mother, and ladies. The troop pass once about the stage, and Garter speaks. Gart. Heav'n, from thy endless goodness fend long life, And ever happy, to the high and mighty Flourish. Enter King and Guard. Cran. [Kneeling.] And to your royal Grace, and the good Queen, My noble partners and myfelf thus pray; All comfort, joy, in this moft gracious lady, May hourly fall upon ye ! King. Thank you, good Lord Arch-bishop: What is her name? Cran. Elizabeth. King. Stand up, Lord. [The King kiffes the child. With this kifs take my bleffing. God protect thee, Into whofe hand I give thy life. Cran. Amen. King. My noble goffips, ye have been too prodigal, I thank you heartily; fo fhall this lady, When the has fo much English. Cran. Let me fpeak, Sir; For Heav'n now bids me, and the words I utter, Let Let none think flattery, for they'll find 'em truth. And all that fhall fucceed. Sheba was never Shall still be doubled on her. Truth fhall nurse her: She thall be lov'd and fear'd. Her own fhall blefs her; Her foes fhake, like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with forrow. Good grows with. her, In her days, ev'ry man fhall eat in fafety, Under his own vine, what he plants; and fing As great in admiration as herself; So hall the leave her bleffedness to one, (1) Nor fhall this peace fleep with her ;] Thefe lines, to the interruption by the King, feem to have been inferted at some revifal of the play after the acceffion of King James. If the paffage, included in crotchets, be left out, the fpeech of Cranmer proceeds in a regular tenour of prediction and continuity of fentiments; but by the interpofition of the new lines, he first celebrates Elizabeth's fucceffor, and then wishes he did not know that she was to die; first rejoices at the confequence, and then laments the caufe. Our author was at once politick and idle; he refolved to flatter James, but neglected to reduce the whole fpeech to propriety, or perhaps intended that the line inferted fhould be spoken in the action, and omitted in the publication, if any publication ever was in his thoughts. Mr. Theobald has made the fame observation, When When heav'n fhall call her from this cloud of dark nefs, Who from the facred afhes of her honour Shall ftar-like rife, as great in fame as she was, And fo ftand fix'd. Peace, Plenty, Love, Truth, That were the fervants to this chosen infant, Shall be, and make new nations. He fhall flourish, King. Thou fpeakest wonders.] Cran. She fhall be, to the happiness of England, To th' ground, and all the world fhall mourn her. Thou it made me now a man; never, before To fee what this child does, and praise my Maker. (2) And you, good Brethren,] But the Aldermen never were called Brethren to the King. The top of the nobility are but Coufins and Counsellors. Dr. Thirlby, therefore, rightly advised; And your good Brethren i. e. the Lord Mayor's Brethren: which is properly their Style, THEOBALD. The play of Henry the eighth is one of those which still keeps poffeffion of the ftage, by the fplendour of its pageantry. The coronation about forty years ago drew the people together in I have receiv'd much honour by your prefence, MA [Exeunt, multitudes for a great part of the winter. Yet pomp is not the only merit of this play. The meek forrows and virtuous diftrefs of Catharine have furnished fome scenes which may be justly numbered among the greatest efforts of tragedy. But the genius of Shakespeare comes in and goes out with Catharine. Every other part may be easily conceived, and easily written. ΕΡΙ |