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This, general joy.

2 Gen. 'Tis well : the citizens, I am sure, have shewn at full their royal minds; As, let 'em have their rights, they are ever forward In celebration of this day with shews, Pageants, and sights of honour.

i Gen. Never greater, Nor, I'll assure you, better taken, sir.

2 Gen. May I be bold to ask what that contains, That paper in your hand ?

i Gen. Yes; 'tis the list Of those, that claim their offices this day, By custom of the coronation. The duke of Suffolk is the first, and claims To be high steward ; next, the duke of Norfolk, To be earl marshal : you may read the rest. 2 Gen. I thank you, sir; had I not known those

customs, I should have been beholden to your paper. But, I beseech you, what's become of Katharine, The princess-dowager : how goes her, business?

1 Gen. That I can tell you too. The archbishop Of Canterbury, accompanied with other Learned and reverend fathers of his order, 30 Held a late court at Dunstable, six miles off From Ampthill, where the princess lay; to which She oft was cited by them, but appear'd not : And, to be short, for not appearance, and The king's late scruple, by the main assent Of all these learned men she was divorc'd,



And the late marriage made of none effect :
Since which, she was removed to Kimbolton,
Where she remains now sick.
2 Gen. Alas, good lady!-

40 The trumpets sound : stand close, the queen is com, ing.



1. A lively Flourish of Trumpets.
2. Then two Judges.
3. Lord Chancellor, with the Purse and Mace before him.
4. Choristers singing.

[Musick. 5. Mayor of London, bearing the Mace. Then Garter,

in his Coat of Arms, and on his Head a gilt-Copper

6. Marquis Dorser, bearing a Sceptre 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. Collars of SS.
7. 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

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8. 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 her, the Bishops of

London and Winchester. 9. The old Dutchess of NORFOLK, in a Coronal of Gold, wrought with Flowers, bearing the Queen's Train.

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10. Certain Ladies or Countesses, with plain Circlets of

Gold without Flowers.
They pass over the Stage in Order and State.

2 Gen. A royal train, believe me. - These I

know ;

Who's that, that bears the sceptre?

1 Gen. Marquis Dorset : And that the earl of Surrey, with the rod.

2 Gen. A bold brave gentleman. That should be The duke of Suffolk.

1 Gen. 'Tis the same ; high steward.
2 Gen. And that my lord of Norfolk.
1 Gen. Yes.

50 2 Gen. 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.

i Gen. They, that bear The cloth of honour over her, are four barons Of the Cinque-Ports. 2 Gen. Those men are happy; so are all, are near her.

60 I take it, she that carries up the train, Is that old noble lady, dutchess of Norfolk.

1 Gen. It is; and all the rest are countesses. 2 Gen. Their coronets say so. These are stars, 'in.



And, sometimes, falling ones.
1 Gen. No more of that.
[Exit Procession, with a great Flourish of Trumpets.

Enter a third Gentleman.


God save you, sir! Where have you been broiling?
Gen. Among the crowd i' the abbey; where a

Could not be wedg'd in more : I am stilled,
With the mere rankness of their joy.

70 2 Gen. You saw the ceremony? 3

Gen. That I did.), i Gen. How was it? 3

Gen. Well worth the seeing.
2 Gen. Good sir, speak it to us.

3 Gen. 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 lost. 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 'em reel before 'em. No man living
Could say, This is my wife, there; all were woven
So strangely in one piece.

2 Gen. But, what follow'd ?
3 Gen. At length her grace rose, and with modest

paces 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: 100 When by the archbishop of Canterbury, She had all the royal makings of a queen ; As holy oil, Edward Confessor's crown, The rod, and bird of peace, and all such emblems Laid nobly on her: which perform'd, the choir, With all the choicest musick of the kingdom, Together sung Te Deum. So she parted, And with the same full state pac'd back again To York-Place, where the feast is held. 1 Gen, You must no more call it York-Place, that's past :

110 For, since the cardinal fell, that title's lost ; 'Tis

now the king's, and call'd-Whitehall, 3

Gen. I know it;
But 'tis so lately alter'd, that the old name
Is fresh about me.

2 Gen. What two reverend bishops
Were those that went on each side of the queen?

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