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3. Choristers singing.
[Musick. 4. Mayor of London bearing the mace. Then Garter,
in his coat of arms, and on his head, a gilt
copper crown. 5. Marquis Dorset, bearing a scepter of gold, on his
head, a demi-coronal of gold. With him, the Earl of Surrey, bearing the rod of silver with the dove, crown'd with an earl's coronet. Col
lars of SS. 6. Duke of Suffolk, in his robe of estate, his coronet
on his head, bearing a long white wand, as high steward. With him, the Duke of Norfolk, with the rod of marshalship, a coronet on his
head. Collars of SS. 7. A canopy borne by four of the Cinque-ports; under
it, the Queen in her robe; in her hair richly adorned with pearl, crowned. On each side of
her, the Bishops of London and Winchester. 8. The old Dutchess of Norfolk, in a coronal of gold,
wrought with flowers, bearing the Queen's
train. 9. Certain Ladies or Countesses, with plain circlets of
gold without flowers. 2 Gent. A royal train, believe me. — These I
know;Who's that, that bears the scepter? 1 Gent.
Marquis Dorset: And that the earl of Surrey, with the rod. 2 Gent. A bold brave gentleman: And that
should be The duke of Suffolk. 1 Gent.
'Tis the same; high-steward. 2 Gent. And that my lord of Norfolk? 1 Gent.
Yes. 2 Gent.
Heaven bless thee!
[Looking on the Queen. Thou hast the sweetest face I ever look'd on. Sir, as I have a soul, she is an angel; Our king has all the Indies in his arms, And more, and richer, when he strains that lady: I cannot blame his conscience. 1 Gent.
They, that bear The cloth of honour over her, are four barons Of the Cinque-ports. 2 Gent. Those men are happy; and so are all,
are near her. I take it, she that carries up the train, Is that old noble lady, dutchess of Norfolk.
1 Gent. It is; and all the rest are countesses. 2 Gent. Their coronets say so.
These are stars, indeed; And, sometimes, falling ones. 1 Gent.
No more of that. [Exit Procession, with a great flourish of trumpets.
Enter a third Gentleman. God save you, sir! Where have
been broiling? 3 Gent. Among the croud i' the abbey; where
a finger Could not be wedg’d in more; and I am stified With the mere rankness of their joy.
2 Gent. The ceremony?
3 Gent. That I did.
How was it? 3 Gent. Well worth the seeing. 2 Gent.
Good sir, speak it to us. 3 Gent. As well as I am able. The rich stream Of lords, and ladies, having brought the queen To a prepar'd place in the choir, fell off A distance from her; while her grace sat down To rest a-while, some half an hour, or so, In a rich chair of state, opposing freely The beauty of her person to the people. Believe me, sir, she is the goodliest woman That ever lay by man: which when the people Had the full view of, such a noise arose As the shrouds make at sea in a stiff tempest, As loud, and to as many tunes: hats, cloaks, (Doublets, I think,) flew up; and had their faces Been loose, this day they had been löst. Such joy I never saw before. Great-belly'd women, That had not half a week to go, like rams In the old time of war, would shake the press, And make them reel before them. No man living Could say, This is my wife, there; all were woven So strangely in one piece. 2 Gent.
But, 'pray, what follow'd? 3 Gent. At length her grace rose, and with mo
Came to the altar; where she kneel'd, and, saint
like, Cast her fair eyes to heaven, and pray'd devoutly. Then rose again, and bow'd her to the people: When by the archbishop of Canterbury She had all the royal makings of a queen;
As holy oil, Edward Confessor's crown,
I know it; But 'tis so lately alter'd, that the old name Is fresh about me.
2 Gent. What two reverend bishops Were those that went on each side of the queen? 3 Gent. Stokesly and Gardiner; the one, of Win
He of Winchester
All the land knows that: However, yet there's no great breach; when it
comes, Cranmer will find a friend will not shrink from him.
2 Gent. Who may that be, I pray you?
And one, already, of the privy-council.
2 Gent. He will deserve more.
Yes, without all doubt.
Enter Katharine, Dowager, sick; led between
Griffith and Patience.
O, Griffith, sick to death:
Grif. Yes, madam; but, I think, your grace,
Well, the voice goes, madam: