1. Gen.
You are well met once again.

2. Gen.
And so are you.

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

2. Gen.
'Tis all my business. At our last encounter,

The duke of Buckingham came from his trial.

1. Gen.
'Tis very true: But that time offer'd sorrow;
This, general joy.

2. G.
'Tis well:14Q0942 the citizens,
I am sure, have shewn at full their royal ^note minds;
As, let 'em have their rights, they are ever forward
In celebration of this day ^note with shews,
Pageants, and sights of honour.

1. G.
Never greater,
Nor, I'll assure you, better taken, sir.

2. G.
May I be bold to ask what that contains,
That † paper in your hand? ^note

1. G.
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,
He to be earl marshal: you may read the rest.

2. G.
I thank you, sir; had I not known these customs,
I should have been beholding to your paper.
But, I beseech you, what's become of Catherine,
The princess dowager? how goes her business?

1. G.
That I can tell you too, sir. The arch-bishop
Of Canterbury, accompany'd 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 was often cited by them, but appear'd not:
And, to be short, for not appearance, and
The king's late scruple, 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 Kymbolton ^note;
Where she remains now, sick.

2. G.
Alas, good lady!— [Trumpets.
The trumpets sound: stand close, the queen is coming.

Order of the Procession.

A lively Flourish of Trumpets. Then, Enter,

1. two Judges.

2. Lord Chancellor, with Purse and Mace before him.

3. Choristers singing.

[Musick.

4. Mayor of London, bearing the Mace: then, Garter, in his Coat of Arms, 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, crowned 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, born by four of the Cinque-ports; under it, the Queen, rob'd, in her Hair richly adorn'd with Pearl, crown'd: on each Side 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. G.
A royal train, believe me. These I know;
Who's that, that bears the scepter?

1. G.
Marquis Dorset:
And that the earl of Surrey, with the rod.

2. G.
A bold brave gentleman. That next should be
The duke of Suffolk.

1. G.
'Tis the same; high steward.

2. G.
And that my lord of Norfolk?

1. G.
Yes.

2. G.
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:
I cannot blame his conscience.

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

2. G.
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. G.
It is; and all the rest are countesses.

2. G.
Their coronets say so. These are stars, indeed;
And, sometimes, falling ones.

1. G.
No more of that.14Q0943 [Exit Procession. A great Flourish of Trumpets. Enter a third Gentleman.

2. G.
God save you, sir! and where have you been broiling?

3. G.
Among the croud i'the abbey; where a finger
Could not be wedg'd in more: I am stiffled.
With the meer rankness of their joy.

2. G.
You saw

The ceremony?

3. G.
That I did.

1. G.
How was it?

3. G.
Well worth the seeing.

2. G.
Good sir, speak it to us.

3. G.
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
To rest a while, some half an hour, or so,
In a rich chair of state, opposing 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-belly'd women,
That had not half a week to go, like rams
In the old time of war, would shake the prease ^note,
And make 'em reel before 'em. No man living
Could say, That is ^note my wife, there; ^note all were woven
So strangely in one piece.

2. G.
But, pray, what follow'd?

3. G.
At length, her grace rose, and with modest paces
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 arch-bishop 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
Lay'd nobly on her: which perform'd, the choir,
With all the choicest musick 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. G.
Good sir,
You must no more call it York-place, that's past:
For, since the cardinal fell, that title's lost;
'Tis now the king's, and call'd—Whitehall.

3. G.
I know it;
But 'tis so lately alter'd, that the old name
Is fresh about me.

2. G.
What two reverend bishops
Were those, that went on each side of the queen?

3. G.
Stokesly, and Gardiner; the one, of Winchester,
(Newly prefer'd from the king's secretary)
The other, London.

2. G.
He of Winchester
Is held no great good lover of the arch-bishop's, ^note
The virtuous Cranmer.

3. G.
All the land knows that:
However, yet there is no great breach; when it comes,
Cranmer will find a friend will not shrink from him.

2. G.
Who may that be, I pray you.

3. G.
Thomas Cromwel;
A man in much esteem wi' the king, and truly
A worthy friend. The king has made him master
O' the jewel-house, and one o' ^note the privy-council.

2. G.
He will deserve more.

3. G.
Yes, without all doubt.
Come, gentlemen, ye shall go my way, which
Is to the court, and there shall ^note be my guests;
Something I can command. As I walk thither,
I'll tell ye more.

1. 2.
You may command us, sir. [Exeunt.

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