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,
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
Shall then be his, and like a vine grow to him:
Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine,
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
KING HENRY VIII
Thou speakest wonders.
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
KING HENRY VIII
O lord archbishop,
Thou hast made me now a man! never, before
This happy child, did I get any thing:
oracle of comfort has so pleased 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 your good brethren, I am much
I have received much honour by your presence,
And ye shall find me thankful. Lead the way,
Ye must all see the queen, and she must thank ye,
She will be sick else. This day, no man think
business at his house; for all shall stay:
This little one shall make it holiday.
'Tis ten to one this play can never please
All that are here: some come to take their ease,
sleep an act or two; but those, we fear,
We have frighted with our trumpets; so, 'tis clear,
They'll say 'tis
naught: others, to hear the city
Abused extremely, and to cry 'That's witty!'
Which we have not done neither: that,
All the expected good we're like to hear
For this play at this time, is only in
The merciful construction
of good women;
For such a one we show'd 'em: if they smile,
And say 'twill do, I know, within a while
the best men are ours; for 'tis ill hap,
If they hold when their ladies bid 'em clap.
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