1 Gen. 'Tis very true. This, general Joy.

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But that time offer'd Sorrow,

2 Gen. 'Tis well; the Citizens

I am fure have fhewn at full their Royal Minds,
And let 'em have their rights, they are ever forward
In Celebration of this day with Shews,

Pageants, and Sights of Honour,

1 Gen. Never greater,

Nor I'll affure you better taken, Sir.

2 Gen. May I be bold to ask what that contains, The Paper in your Hands?

I Gen. Yes, 'tis the Lift

Of those that claim their Offices this Day,
By cuftom of the Coronation.

The Duke of Suffolk is the firft, and claims

To be high Steward; next the Duke of Norfolk
He to be Earl Marshal; you may read the reft.

2 Gen. I thank you, Sir; had I not known those Cuftoms,
I should have been beholding to your Paper:
But I beseech you what's become of Katharine,
The Princes Dowager? How goes her Buficefs?

1 Gen. That I can tell you too; the Archbishop
Of Canterbury, accompanied with other
Learned and Reverend Fathers of his Order,
Held a late Court at Dunstable, fix Miles off
From Ampthil, where the Princefs lay, to which
She was often cited by them, but appear'd not:
And to be short, for not Appearance, and
The King's late fcruple, by the main affent
Of all these learned Men, fhe was Divorc'd,
And the late Marriage made of none effe&t:
Since which, he was removed to Kimbolton,
Where the remains now fick.

2 Gen. Alas good Lady!

The Trumpets found; ftand clofe,
The Queen is coming.

[Hautboys

The

The Order of the Coronation.

i. Alively Flourish of Trumpets.

2. Then two Judges.

3. Lord Chancellor, with the Purfe and Mace before him.

4. Quirifters finging.

5. Mayor of London, his Coat of Arms, Crown.

[Mufick.

bearing the Mace. Then Garter in and on his Head a Gilt Copper

6. Marquess of Dorfet, 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.

7. Duke of Suffolk, in his Robe of Eftate, 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.

8 A Canopy born by four of the Cinque-ports, under it the Queen in her Robe; in her Hair, richly adorned with Pearl, Crowned. On each fide her the Bishops of London and Winchester.

9. The old Dutchess of Norfolk, in a Corenal of Gold, wrought with Flowers, bearing the Queen's Train.

10. Certain Ladies or Counteffes, with plain Circlets of Gold

without Flowers.

They pass over the Stage in Order and State, and then Exeunt, with a great Flourish of Trumpets.

2 Gen. A Royal Train, believe me; thefe I know; Who's that bears the Scepter?

1 Gen. Marquels Dorfet.

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 fame: High Steward. 2 Gen. And that my Lord of Norfolk?

I Gen. Yes.

2 Gen. Heav'n bless thee,

Thou haft the fweeteft Face I ever look'd on.

Sir, as I have a Soul, fhe 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 Confcience.

1 Gen. They that bear

The Cloth of Honour over her, are four Barons
Of the Cinque-Ports.

2 Gen. Those Men are happy,

And fo are all, are near her.

I take it, he that carries up the Train,

Is that old noble Lady, the Dutchefs of Norfolk.
I Gen. It is, and all the reft are Counteffes.
2 Gen. Their Coronets fay fo.
And fometimes falling ones.

I Gen. No more of that.

These are Stars indeed,

Enter a third Gentleman.

God fave you Sir. Where have you been broiling? 3 Gen. Among the Croud i'th' Abby, where a Finger Could not be wedg'd in more; I am ftifled

With the meer Ranknefs of their Joy.

2 Gen. You faw the Ceremony ?

3 Gen. I did.

1 Gen. How was it?

3

Gen. Well worth the feeing.

2 Gen. Good Sir, fpeak 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 Quire, fell off
A diftance from her; while her Grace fate down
To reft a while, fome half an hour, or fo,
In a rich Chair of State, oppofing freely.
The Beauty of her Perfon to the People.
Believe me, Sir, fhe is the goodliest Woman
That ever lay by Man; which when the People
Had the full View of, fuch a noife arofe,
As the fhrowds make at Sea in a stiff Tempeft,
As loud, and to as many tunes. Hats, Cloaks,
Doublets, I think, flew up, and had their Faces
Been lofe, this day they had been loft. Such joy
I never faw before. Great-belly'd Women,
That had not half a Week to go, like Rams

In the old time of War, would shake the Prefs
And make 'em reel before 'em. No Man living
Could fay, this is my Wife there, all were woven
So ftrangely in one piece.

2 Gen. But what follow'd?

3 Gen. At length her Grace rofe, and with modeft Paces
Came to the Altar, where he kneel'd, and Saint-like
Caft her fair Eyes to Heav'n, and pray'd devoutly.
Then rofe 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 Confeffor's Crown,

The Rod, and Bird of Peace, and all fuch Emblems
Laid nobly on her: which perform'd, the Quire
With all the choiceft Mufick of the Kingdom,
Together fung Te Deum. So the parted,
And with the fame full State pac'd back again
To York-Place, where the Feaft is held.
I Gen. Sir,

You must no more call it York-Place, that's paft.
For fince the Cardinal fell, that Title's loft,
'Tis now the King's, and call'd Whitehall.

3 Gen. I know it:

But 'tis fo lately alter'd, that the old Name
Is fresh about me.

2 Gen. What two Reverend Bishops

Were thofe, that went on each fide of the Queen?

3 Gen. Stokely and Gardiner, the one of Winchester, Newly preferr'd from the King's Secretary:

The other, London.

2 Gen. He of Winchester

Is held no great good Lover of the Archbishop,
The virtuous Cranmer.

3 Gen. All the Land knows that:

However yet there is no great breach, when it comes,
Cranmer will find a Friend will not fhrink from him.
2 Gen. Who may be that, I pray you?

3 Gen. Thomas Cromwell,

A Man in much efteem with th' King, and truly
A worthy Friend. The King has made him

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Master o'th' Jewel House,

And one already of the Privy-Council.

2 Gent. He will deferve more.

3 Gen. Yes, without all doubt.
Come, Gentlemen, 'you fhall go my way,
Which is to th❜Court, and there ye shall be
Something I can command; as I walk thither
I'll tell ye more.

Both. You may command us, Sir.

SCENE

II.

my

Guefts:

[Exeunt.

Enter Katharine Dowager, fick, led between Griffith her Gentleman-Usher, and Patience her Woman.

Grif. How does your Grace?

Kath. O Griffith, fick to death:

My Legs like loaded Branches bow to Earth,
Willing to leave their Burthen: Reach a Chair-
So now methinks I feel a little eafe.
[Sitting down.
Didft thou not tell me, Griffith, as thou lead'ft me,
That the great Child of Honour, Cardinal Wolfey,
Was dead?

Grif. Yes, Madam; but I think
your Grace,
Out of the pain you fuffer'd, gave no ear to't.
Kath. Prithee, good Griffith, tell me how he dy❜d.
If well, he ftept before me happily,

For my Example.

Grif. Well, the Voice goes, Madam;

For after the ftout Earl of Northumberland
Arrefted him at York, and brought him forward
As a Man forely tainted, to his Answer,

He fell fick fuddenly, and grew fo ill

He could not fit his Mule.

Kath. Alas, poor Man.

Grif. At last, with eafie Roads he came to Leicester,
Lodg'd in the Abby; where the reverend Abbot,
With all his Convent, honourably receiv'd him;
To whom he gave these Words. O Father Abbot,
'An old Man broken with the Storms of State,
Is come to lay his weary Bones among ye;
Give him a little Earth for Charity.

So