king henry viii(亨利八世)-第16章
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have made ye one； lords； one remain； So I grow stronger； you more
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honour gain。 Exeunt
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ACT V。 SCENE 4。
The palace yard
Noise and tumult within。 Enter PORTER and his MAN
PORTER。 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 th' larder。＇ PORTER。 Belong to th' gallows； and
be hang'd； ye rogue！ Is this a place to roar in？ Fetch me a dozen crab…tree
staves； and strong ones； these are but switches to 'em。 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 'em from the door with cannons； To scatter 'em as 'tis to
make 'em sleep On May…day morning； which will never be。 We may as
well push against Paul's as stir 'em。 PORTER。 How got they in； and be
hang'd？ MAN。 Alas； I know not： how gets the tide in？ As much as one
sound cudgel of four foot You see the poor remaindercould distribute； I
made no spare； sir。 PORTER。 You did nothing； sir。 MAN。 I am not Samson；
nor Sir Guy； nor Colbrand； To mow 'em down before me； but if I spar'd
any That had a head to hit； either young or old； He or she； cuckold or
cuckold…maker； Let me ne'er hope to see a chine again； And that I would
not for a cow； God save her！ ＇ Within： Do you hear； master porter？＇
PORTER。 I shall be with you presently； good master puppy。 Keep the door
close； sirrah。 MAN。 What would you have me do？ PORTER。 What should
you do； but knock 'em down by th' dozens？ Is this Moorfields to muster in？
Or have we some 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 together。 MAN。 The spoons will be the
bigger； sir。 There is a fellow somewhat near the door； he should be a
brazier by his face； for； o' my conscience； twenty of the dog…days now
reign in's nose； all that stand about him are 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 discharged against me； he stands there like a mortar…
piece； to blow us。 There was a haberdasher's wife of small wit near him；
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that rail'd upon me till her pink'd porringer fell off her head； for kindling
such a combustion in the state。 I miss'd the meteor once； and hit that
woman； who cried out 'Clubs！' when I might see from far some forty
truncheoners draw to her succour； which were the hope o' th' Strand；
where she was quartered。 They fell on； I made good my place。 At length
they came to th' broomstaff to me； I defied 'em still； when suddenly a file
of boys behind 'em； loose shot； deliver'd such a show'r of pebbles that I
was fain to draw mine honour in and let 'em win the work： the devil was
amongst 'em； I think surely。 PORTER。 These are the youths that thunder at
a playhouse 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 'em 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
CHAMBERLAIN。 Mercy o' me； what a multitude are here！ They
grow still too； from all parts they are coming； As if we kept a fair here！
Where are these porters； These lazy knaves？ Y'have made a fine hand；
fellows。 There's a trim rabble let in： are all these Your faithful friends o' th'
suburbs？ We shall have Great store of room； no doubt； left for the ladies；
When they pass back from the christening。 PORTER。 An't please your
honour； We are but men； and what so many may do； Not being torn a
pieces； we have done。 An army cannot rule 'em。 CHAMBERLAIN。 As I
live； If the King blame me for't； I'll lay ye all By th' heels； and suddenly；
and on your heads Clap round fines for neglect。 Y'are lazy knaves； And
here ye lie baiting of bombards； when Ye should do service。 Hark！ the
trumpets sound； Th' are come already from the christening。 Go break
among the press and find a way out To let the troops pass fairly； or I'll find
A Marshalsea shall hold ye play these two months。 PORTER。 Make way
there for the Princess。 MAN。 You great fellow； Stand close up； or I'll make
your head ache。 PORTER。 You i' th' camlet； get up o' th' rail； I'll peck you
o'er the pales else。 Exeunt
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ACT V。 SCENE 5。
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 infantheaven 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
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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 heryet 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
KING_HENRY_VIII｜EPILOGUE THE EPILOGUE。
'Tis ten to one this play can never please All that are here。 Some
come to take their ease And sleep an act or two； but those； we fear； W'have
frighted with our trumpets； so； 'tis clear； They'll say 'tis nought； others to
hear the city Abus'd extremely； and to cry 'That's witty！' Which we have
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