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Shall Scar-like rise, as great in fame as she was,
And so stand fix'd. Peace, Plenty, Love, Truth, Terrour,
That were the Servants to this chosen Infant,
Shall then be his, and like a Vine grow to him;
Where ever the bright Sun of Heav'n fhal 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 Heav'n.

King. Thou fpeakest Wonders.

Cran. She shall be to the Happiness of England,
An aged Princess; many days fhall 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 Lilly shall the 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 any thing.
This Oracle of comfort has so pleas'd me,
That when I am in Heav'n, I shall deGire
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 fick else. This day, no Man think
Has business at his House, for all shall stay:
This little One Thall make it Holy-day. [Exprents

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IS ten to one this Play can never please

All that are here: Some come to take their ease, And sleep out an A&t or two; but those we fear We've frighted with our Trumpets: fo’tis clear, They'll say it's naught. Others, to hear the City Abus'd extreamly, and to cry That's witty; Which we have not done neither; that, I fear, All the expected good w’are like to hear, For this Play at this time, is only in The merciful Construktion of good Women ; For such a one we shew'd’em: If they smile, And Say 'twill do; I know within a while, All the best Men are ours; for 'tis ill hap, If they hold, when their Ladies bid 'em clap.

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