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. Collars 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. 2 Gent. Yes. 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 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. These are stars, 2 Gent. Their coronets say so. 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 you been broiling? 3 Gent. Among the croud i' the abbey; where a finger Could not be wedg'd in more; and I am stifled With the mere rankness of their joy. 2 Gent. 3 Gent. The ceremony? That I did. You saw 1 Gent. 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 2 Gent. But, 'pray, what follow'd? 3 Gent. At length her grace rose, and with mo dest paces Came to the altar; where she kneel'd, and, saint like, Cast her fair eyes to heaven, and pray'd devoutly. As holy oil, Edward Confessor's crown, The rod, and bird of peace, and all such emblems 1 Gent. 3 Gent. I know it; But 'tis so lately alter'd, that the old name 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 chester, (Newly preferr'd from the king's secretary,)* The other, London. 2 Gent. He of Winchester Is held no great good lover of the archbishop's, 3 Gent. 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? 3 Gent. Thomas Cromwell; A man in much esteem with the king, and truly A worthy friend.—The king Has made him master o'the jewel-house, And one, already, of the privy-council. 2 Gent. He will deserve more. S Gent. Yes, without all doubt. Come, gentlemen, ye shall go my way, which Both. You may command us, sir. SCENE II. KIMBOLTON. [Exeunt. Enter Katharine, Dowager, sick; led between Grif. How does your grace? Kath. O, Griffith, sick to death: My legs, like loaden branches, bow to the earth, Willing to leave their burden: Reach a chair;So, now, methinks, I feel a little ease. Didst thou not tell me, Griffith, as thou led'st me, That the great child of honour, cardinal Wolsey, Was dead? Grif. Yes, madam; but, I think, your grace, Out of the pain you suffer'd, gave no ear to't. Kath. Pr'ythee, good Griffith, tell me how he died: If well, he stepp'd before me, happily, For my example. Grif. Well, the voice goes, madam: For after the stout earl Northumberland |