The duke of Suffolk is the first, and claims 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. 1 Gen. That I can tell you too. The archbishop 2 Gen. Alas, good lady ! [Trumpets. The trumpets sound: stand close, the queen is coming. THE ORDER OF THE PROCESSION. A lively flourish of Trumpets; then, enter 1 Two Judges. 2 Lord Chancellor, with the purse and mace before him. 3 Choristers singing. [Music. 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 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. 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 Duchess 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 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: And 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. 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. 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 so are all, are near her. I take it, she that carries up the train, Is that old noble lady, duchess of Norfolk. 1 Gen. It is; and all the rest are countesses. 2 Gen. Their coronets say so. These are stars, indeed; And, sometimes, falling ones. 1 Gen. No more of that. Enter a third Gentleman. God save you, sir! Where have you been broiling? 3 Gen. Among the crowd i'the abbey; where a finger1 Could not be wedg'd in more; and I am stifled 2 Gen. You saw The ceremony? 3 Gen. That I did. 1 Gen. How was it? 3 Gen. Well worth the seeing. 2 Gen. Good sir, speak it to us. 1 3 Gen. As well as I am able. The rich stream Of lords, and ladies, having brought the queen In a rich chair of state, opposing freely 4 The beauty of her person to the people. As the shrouds make at sea in a stiff tempest, 2 Gent. But, 'pray, what follow'd? 3 Gent. At length her grace rose, and with modest pace 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, The rod, and bird of peace, and all such emblems Laid nobly on her: which perform'd, the choir, With all the choicest music 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. Sir, you Must no more call it York-place, that is past: 3 Gen. I know it; But 'tis so lately alter'd, that the old name 2 Gen. What two reverend bishops 3 Gen. Stokesly 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's, [1] That is, like battering rams. JOHNSON. 3 Gen. 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 Gen. Who may that be, I pray you? 3 Gen. Thomas Cromwell; A man in much esteem with the king, and truly A worthy friend. The king Has made him master of the jewel-house, And one, already, of the privy-council. 2 Gen. He will deserve more. 3 Gen. Yes, without all doubt. Come, gentlemen, ye shall go my way, which Both. You may command us, sir. [Exeunt. Kimbolton. Enter KATHARINE, Dowager, sick; led between GRIFFITH and PATIENCE. Grif. How does your grace ? Kath. O, Griffith, sick to death : My legs, like loaden branches, bow to the earth, Didst thou not tell me, Griffith, as thou led'st me, Grif. Yes, madam; but, I think, your grace, Kath. Pr'ythee, good Griffith, tell me how he died : Grif. Well, the voice goes, madam : Kath. Alas, poor man! Grif. At last, with easy roads, he came to Leicester, [2] This scene is above any other part of Shakespeare's tragedies, and perhaps above any scene of any other poet, tender and pathetic, without gods, or furies, or poisons, or precipices, without the help of romantic circumstances, without improbable sallies of poetical lamentation, and without any throes of tumultuous misery. JOHNSON. [3] Happily seems to mean on this occasion---peradventure, haply. STEEVENS. : Lodg'd in the abbey; where the reverend abbot, Kath. So may he rest; his faults lie gently on him! His promises were, as he then was, mighty; Grif. Noble madam, Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues Kath. Yes, good Griffith; I were malicious else. Grif. This cardinal, Though from an humble stock, undoubtedly [4] That is, of unbounded pride, or haughtiness. STEEVENS. MALONE. H2 |