Scene I.
A street in Westminster. note
Enter two Gentlemen, meeting one another.
First Gent.
You're note well met once again note.
Sec. Gent.
So note are you.
First Gent.
You come to take your stand here and behold
The Lady Anne pass from her coronation? note
Sec. Gent.
'Tis all my business. At our last encounter,
The Duke of Buckingham came from his trial.
First Gent.
'Tis very true: but that time offer'd sorrow;
This, general joy.
Sec. Gent.
'Tis well: the citizens,
I am note sure, have shown at full their royal note minds—
As note, let 'em have their rights note, they are note ever forward— note
In celebration of this day note with shows,
Pageants and sights of honour.
First Gent.
Never greater,
Nor, I'll assure you, better taken, sir.
Sec. Gent.
May I be bold to ask note what that contains,
That note paper in your hand note?
First Gent.
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,
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He to be note earl marshal: you may read the rest.
Sec. Gent. note
I thank you, sir: had I not known those customs,
I should have been beholding note to your paper.
But, I beseech you, what's become of Katharine,
The princess dowager? how goes her business?
First Gent.
That I can tell you too note. The Archbishop
Of Canterbury, accompanied with other
Learned and reverend fathers of his order,
Held a late court at Dunstable, six miles off note
From Ampthill, where the princess lay; to which
She was often note cited by them, but appear'd not:
And, to be short, for not appearance note and
The king's late scruple, by the main assent
Of all these learned men she was divorced,
And the late marriage made of none effect:
Since which she was removed to Kimbolton note,
Where she remains now sick.
Sec. Gent.
Alas, good lady!
[Trumpets. note
The trumpets sound: stand close, the queen is coming. note
[Hautboys. note
THE ORDER OF THE CORONATION.
1. A lively Flourish of Trumpets.
2. Then two Judges
.
3. Lord Chancellor, with purse and mace before him.
4. Choristers note, singing. Musicians. note
5. Mayor of London, bearing the mace. Then Garter, in his coat
of arms, and on his head he wears note a gilt copper crown.
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6. Marquess Dorset, bearing a sceptre of gold, on his head a demicoronal
of gold. With him, the Earl of Surrey, bearing the
rod of silver with the dove, crowned with an earl's coronet.
Collars of SS. note
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 of SS. note
8. A canopy borne by four of the Cinque-ports; under it, the Queen
in her robe; in her hair note richly adorned with pearl, crowned.
On each side her, the Bishops of London and Winchester.
9. The old Duchess of Norfolk, in a coronal of gold, wrought
with flowers, bearing the Queen's train.
10. Certain Ladies or Countesses, with plain circlets of gold without
flowers.
They pass over the stage in order and state. note
Sec. Gent.
A royal train, believe me. These I know:
Who's that that note bears the sceptre?
First Gent.
Marquess Dorset:
And that the Earl of Surrey, with the rod.
Sec. Gent.
A bold brave gentleman. That note should be
The Duke of Suffolk?
First Gent.
'Tis the same: high-steward.
Sec. Gent.
And that my Lord of Norfolk?
First Gent.
Yes.
Sec. Gent.
[Looking on the Queen note]
Heaven bless thee!
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: note
I cannot blame his conscience.
First Gent.
They that bear
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The cloth of honour over note her, are four barons
Of the Cinque-ports.
Sec. Gent.
Those men are happy; and so note are all are near her. note
I take it, she that carries up the train
Is that old noble lady, Duchess note of Norfolk.
First Gent.
It is; and all the rest are countesses.
Sec. Gent.
Their coronets say so. These are stars indeed,
And sometimes falling ones.
First Gent. note
No more of that. note
[Exit procession; and then note a great flourish of trumpets.
Enter a third Gentleman.
First Gent. note
God save you, sir! where note have you been broiling note?
Third Gent.
Among the crowd i' the abbey; where a finger
Could not be wedged in more: I note am stifled
With the mere rankness of their joy.
Sec. Gent.
You saw
The ceremony? note
Third Gent.
That I did note.
First Gent.
How was it?
Third Gent.
Well worth the seeing.
Sec. Gent.
Good sir, speak it to us.
Third Gent.
As well as I am able. The rich stream
Of lords and ladies, having brought the queen
To a prepared place in the choir, fell off
A distance from her; while her grace sat down
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To rest awhile, some half an hour or so,
In a rich chair of state, opposing note 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-bellied 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 note is my wife’ there, all were woven
So strangely in note one piece.
Sec. Gent.
But note what follow'd?
Third Gent.
At length her grace rose, and with modest paces
Came to the altar, where she kneel'd and saintlike
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 note 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 paced back again
To York-place, where the feast is held.
First Gent.
Sir,
You must note no more call it York-place; that's note past;
For, since the cardinal fell, that title's lost:
'Tis now the king's, and call'd Whitehall.
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Third Gent.
I know it;
But 'tis so lately alter'd that note the old name
Is fresh about me.
Sec. Gent.
What two reverend bishops
Were those that went on each side of the queen?
Third Gent.
Stokesly note and Gardiner; the one of Winchester,
Newly preferr'd from the king's secretary,
The other, London.
Sec. Gent.
He of Winchester
Is held no great good lover of the archbishop's note,
The virtuous Cranmer.
Third Gent.
All the land knows that:
However, yet there is no great breach; when it note comes,
Cranmer will find a friend will not shrink from him.
Sec. Gent.
Who may that be, I pray you?
Third Gent.
Thomas Cromwell;
A man in much esteem with the king, and truly
A worthy friend. The king has made note him master
O' the jewel house note,
And one, already, of the privy council note.
Sec. Gent.
He will deserve more.
Third Gent.
Yes note, without all doubt.
note
Come, gentlemen, ye shall note go my way,
Which is to the court, and there ye note shall be my guests:
Something I can command. As I walk thither,
I'll tell ye more.
Both.
You may command us, sir.
[Exeunt.
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William Aldis Wright [1863–1866], The works of William Shakespeare edited by William George Clark... and John Glover [and William Aldis Wright] (Macmillan and Co., London) [word count] [S10701].
