D. KEEP. Without, my noble lords? Yes. Your grace may enter now. [CRANMER approaches the Council-table. CHAN. My good lord archbishop, I am very sorry a To sit here at this present, and behold (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 'em not in their hands to make 'em gentle, But stop their mouths with stubborn bits, and spur 'em, Till they obey the manage. If we suffer To one man's honour) this contagious* sickness, The upper Germany, can dearly witness; CRAN. My good lords, hitherto, in all the pro Be what they will, may stand forth face to face, Nay, my lord, GAR. My lord, because we have business of more CRAN. Ah, my good lord of Winchester, I thank you, That I shall clear myself, You are always my good friend; if your will pass, That holy duty, out of dear respect, Bishop of Winchester. But know, I come not He that dares most, but wag his finger at thee: Than but once think this place becomes thee not. SUR. May it please your grace, K. HEN. No, sir, it does not please me. I had thought I had had men of some understanding And wisdom, of my council; but I find none. (If there be faith in men) meant for his trial, K. HEN. Well, well, my lords, respect him; Am, for his love and service, so to him. I have a suit which you must not deny me; CRAN. The greatest monarch now alive may glory In such an honour; how may I deserve it, That am a poor and humble subject to you? "his place." By "this place" is undoubtedly meant the vacant seat appointed for the Archbishop of Canterbury. PORT. You'll leave your noise anon, ye rascals: do you take the court for Parish-garden? (1) ye rude slaves, leave your gaping." [Without.] Good master porter, I belong to the larder. PORT. Belong to the gallows, and be hanged, 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; 't is as much im- Unless we sweep 'em from the door with cannons,- (*) First folio, hearts. a Gaping.] One sense of this word was to yell, shout, or roar. b Let me ne'er hope to see a chine again; and that I would not for a cow, God save her!] Mr. Collier's aunotator very speciously alters this to, "Let me ne'er hope to see a queen again; And that I would not for a crown, God save her!' but by chine is meant a chine of beef,— "A chine of English beef, meat for a king," &c, GREENE's play of "The Old Wife's Tale," Dyce's edition, p. 224. And perhaps the only change demanded is to read, "my cow," instead of a cow." The expression, "my cow, God save her!" (You see the poor remainder) could distribute, I made no spare, sir. PORT. You did nothing, sir. MAN. I am not Samson, nor sir Guy, nor Colbrand, to mow 'em down before me: but, if I spared 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! b [Without.] 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 'em down by the 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, that railed upon me till her pinked porringer fell off her head, for kindling such a combustion in the state. I missed 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 of the Strand, where she was quartered. They fell on; I made good my place; at length they came to the broomstaff to me; I defied them still; when suddenly a file of boys behind 'em, loose shot, delivered such a shower 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. 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 C or, my mare, God save her!" or, "my sow, God bless her!" appears to have been proverbial; thus, in Greene and Lodge's "Looking Glasse for London and Englande," 1598,-"my blind mare, God bless her!' The Tribulation of Tower-Hill, or the Limbs of Limehouse,-] "I suspect the Tribulation," says Johnson," to have been a puritanical meeting-house;" and all the editors concur in opinion that the author here intended a fling at some puritanical sect or sects. Surely an extraordinary mistake. Can anything be more evident than that by the "Tribulation of Tower Hill," and the "Limbs of Limehouse," are meant the turbulent and mischievous. 'long-shore rabble, the only congenial audience at a play-house for their dear brothers," "the Hope of the Strand"? See Taylor's (the Water-Poet) "Jacke-a-Lent," 1630. Great store of room, no doubt, left for the ladies, CHAM. all As I live, PORT. Make way there for the princess. PORT. You i' the camlet, get up o' the rail; I'll pick you o'er the pales else. [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-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, a Limbo Patrum,-] He means locked up. To be in limbo, is a cant phrase for being imprisoned, at the present time, and was derived probably from the Limbus Patrum, the place where the Patriarchs are supposed to have awaited the resurrection. b Baiting of bombards,-] Bombards, or bumbards, were capacious vessels, sometimes made of leather, for holding drink. For heaven now bids me; and the words I utter Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, In her days every man shall eat in safety I'll pick you o'er the pales-] In the o'd copies, “Ile preke you," &c. To pick, or peek, was the same formerly as to pilch. d Saba-] That is, Sheba : "Were she as chaste as was Penelope, As wise as Saba," &c. MARLOWE'S Doctor Faustus, Act II. Sc. 1. The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours: God shall be truly known; and those about her From her shall read the perfect way 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, a From her shall read the perfect way of honour, -] Read, in this place is supposed by some editors to be a misprint for tread; but see note (c), p. 547, Vol. I. b Nor shall this peace sleep with her: but as when, &c.] This 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 and the following seventeen lines are generally conjectured to be an interpolation, made at some revisal of the play, after the accession of King James. |