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King Henry VIII
act v   Scene 5.
William Shakespeare
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       The palace
       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, etc., train borne by a LADY; then follows the MARCHIONESS DORSET, the other godmother, and LADIES. The troop pass once about the stage, and GARTER speaks
       GARTER
       Heaven, from thy endless goodness, send prosperous
       life, long and ever-happy, to the high and mighty
       Princess of England, Elizabeth!
       Flourish. Enter KING and guard
       CRANMER
       [Kneeling] And to your royal Grace and the
       good Queen!
       My noble partners and myself thus pray:
       All comfort, joy, in this most gracious lady,
       Heaven ever laid up to make parents happy,
       May hourly fall upon ye!
       KING
       Thank you, good Lord Archbishop.
       What is her name?
       CRANMER
       Elizabeth.
       KING
       Stand up, lord.
       [The KING kisses the child]
       With this kiss take my blessing: God protect thee!
       Into whose hand I give thy life.
       CRANMER
       Amen.
       KING
       My noble gossips, y'have been too prodigal;
       I thank ye heartily. So shall this lady,
       When she has so much English.
       CRANMER
       Let me speak, sir,
       For heaven now bids me; and the words I utter
       Let none think flattery, for they'll find 'em truth.
       This royal infant-heaven still move about her!-
       Though in her cradle, yet now promises
       Upon this land a thousand blessings,
       Which time shall bring to ripeness. She shall be-
       But few now living can behold that goodness-
       A pattern to all princes living with her,
       And all that shall succeed. Saba was never
       More covetous of wisdom and fair virtue
       Than this pure soul shall be. All princely graces
       That mould up such a mighty piece as this is,
       With all the virtues that attend the good,
       Shall still be doubled on her. Truth shall nurse her,
       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. Good grows with her;
       In her days every man shall eat in safety
       Under his own vine what he plants, and sing
       The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours.
       God shall be truly known; and those about her
       From her shall read the perfect ways of honour,
       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 was,
       And so stand fix'd. Peace, plenty, love, truth, terror,
       That were the servants to this chosen infant,
       Shall then be his, and like a vine grow to him;
       Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine,
       His honour and the greatness of his name
       Shall be, and make new nations; he shall flourish,
       And like a mountain cedar reach his branches
       To all the plains about him; our children's children
       Shall see this and bless heaven.
       KING
       Thou speakest wonders.
       CRANMER
       She shall be, to the happiness of England,
       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 th' ground, and all the world shall mourn her.
       KING
       O Lord Archbishop,
       Thou hast made me now a man; never before
       This happy child did I get anything.
       This oracle of comfort has so pleas'd me
       That when I am in heaven I shall desire
       To see what this child does, and praise my Maker.
       I thank ye all. To you, my good Lord Mayor,
       And you, good brethren, I am much beholding;
       I have receiv'd much honour by your presence,
       And ye shall find me thankful. Lead the way, lords;
       Ye must all see the Queen, and she must thank ye,
       She will be sick else. This day, no man think
       Has business at his house; for all shall stay.
       This little one shall make it holiday.
       Exeunt
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Dramatis Personae
Prologue.
act i
   Scene 1.
   Scene 2.
   Scene 3.
   Scene 4.
act ii
   Scene 1.
   Scene 2.
   Scene 3.
   Scene 4.
act iii
   Scene 1.
   Scene 2.
act iv
   Scene 1.
   Scene 2.
act v
   Scene 1.
   Scene 2.
   Scene 3.
   Scene 4.
   Scene 5.
Epilogue