Page 1746 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

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. −
[To the child]
With this kiss take my blessing: God protect thee [10]

Into Whose hand I give thy life.

CRANMER

Amen.

KING
My noble gossips, you’ve 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 [15]
Let none think flattery, for they’ll find ’em 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 − [20]
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