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Cran. Let me speak, sir;
For Heaven now bids me: and the words I utter
Let none think flattery, for they'll find them truth.
This royal infant, (Heaven still move about her!)
Though in her cradle, yet now promises
Upon this land a thousand thousand blessings,
Which time shall bring to ripeness: She shall be
A pattern to all princes living with her,
And all that shall succeed.
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 :
Our children's children
Shall see this, and bless Heaven.

King. Thou speakest wonders.

Cran. 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 the ground, and all the world shall mourn her.

King. O lord archbishop,
This oracle of comfort has so pleas'd me,
That, when I am in heaven, I shall desire
To see what this child does.--I thank

you

all. Lead the way, lords ;Ye must all see the queen, and she must thank you, She will be sick else. This day, no man think He has business at his house ; for all shall stay; This little one shall make it holiday.

[Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.--Exeunt.

THE END

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A COMEDY,

IN FIVE ACTS;

AS PERFORMED AT THE

THEATRE ROYAL, COVENT GARDEN.

BY

WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.

PRINTED UNDER THE AUTHORITY OF THE MANAGERS

FROM THE PROMPT BOOK.

WITH REMARKS

BY MRS. INCHBALD.

LONDON:

PRINTED FOR LONGMAN, HURST, REES, AND ORME,

PATERNOST ER ROW.

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