1 Gent.
You are well met once again.

2 Gent.
And so are you.

1 Gent.
You come to take your stand here, and behold
The Lady Anne pass from her coronation?

2 Gent.
'Tis all my business: the citizens,
I am sure, have shown at full their royal minds,
In celebration of this day with shows,
Pageants, and sights of honour.

1 Gent.
Never greater.

2 Gent.
But, I beseech you, what's become of Katharine,
The princess dowager? how goes her business?

1 Gent.
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, 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 scruples, 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 Gent.
Alas, good lady!— Trumpets.
The trumpets sound: stand close, the queen is coming.* ^note

THE ORDER OF THE PROCESSION.

A lively flourish of trumpets; then, enter

4 Trumpeters.

2 Judges.

Gentleman with the Purse containing the Broad Seal.

Gentleman with the Mace.

Lord Chancellor† ^note.

Choristers singing.

Mayor of London bearing the Mace.

4 Aldermen.

Garter King-at-Arms in his coat of arms, and on his head a gilt copper crown.

4 Pursuivants.

Marquis Dorset, bearing a sceptre of gold, with him the Earl of Surrey, bearing the Rod of Silver with the Dove.

Duke of Suffolk, bearing a long white wand, as High Steward, with him the Duke of Norfolk, with the Rod of Marshalship.

4 Barons of the Cinque Ports bearing the Canopy over the Queen, on each side of her the Bishops of London and Winchester.

The Duchess Dowager of Norfolk, bearing the Queen's Train, followed by Ladies.

The Procession passes across the stage from L.H. to R.H.(1)8Q0046

2 Gent.
A royal train, believe me.
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.

1 Gent.
They that bear
The cloth of honour over her, are four barons
Of the Cinque-ports.

2 Gent.
Those men are happy; and so are all near her.

1 Gent.
They are stars, indeed;
And sometimes, falling ones.

2 Gent.
No more of that. [Exit all the mob, R.H. l C.

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