ACT IV.

SCENE I. A Street in Weftminster.

Enter two Gentlemen, meeting one another.
1 Gentleman.

You are well met once again.

2 Gen. So are you.

1 Gen. You come to take your ftand here, and be. * The lady Anne pafs from her coronation?

fhold 2 Gen. 'Tis all my bufinefs. At our laft encounter, The duke of Buckingham came from his trial.

1 Gen. 'Tis very true: but that time offer'd forThis, general joy.

2 Gen. 'Tis well: the citizens,

[row,

I am fure, have fhewn at full their royal minds;
As, let 'em have their rights, they are ever forward
In celebration of this day with fhews,
Pageants, and fights of honour.

1 Gen. Never greater,

Nor, I'll affure you, better taken, fir.

2 Gen. May I be bold to afk what that contains, That paper in your hand?

1 Gen. Yes; 'tis the lift

Of thofe that claim their offices this day,

By custom of the coronation.

The duke of Suffolk is the firft, and claims
To be high steward; next the duke of Norfolk,
To be earl marfhal: you may read the rest.

2 Gen. I thank you, fir; had I not known thofe

customs,

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I fhould

I should have been beholden to your paper.
But, I beseech you, what's become of Katharine
The princefs-dowager? how goes her bufinefs?

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 Ampthill, where the princefs 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 fcruple, by the main assent
Of all thefe learned men fhe was divorc'd.
And the late marriage made of none effect.
Since which, fhe was remov'd to Kimbolton,
Where fhe remains now fick.

2 Gen. Alas, good lady!.

The trumpets found: ftand close, the queen is coming.

[Hautboys

THE ORDER OF THE CORONATION.

1. A lively Flourish of Trumpets.

2. Then two Judges.

3. Lord Chancellor, with the Purfe and Mace before him. 4. Chorifters finging.

[Mufick. 5. Mayor of London, bearing the Mace. Then Garter, in his Coat of Arms, and on his Head a gilt Copper Crown.

6. 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 Cornet. Collars of SS. 7. Duke of SUFFOLK, in his robe of Eftate, his Corca net 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 borne by four of the Cinque Ports; under

it the Queen in her Roba; in her Hair, richly adorned with Pearl, crowned. On each Side her, the Bifhops of London and Winchefter.

9. The old Dutchess of NORFOLK, in a Coronal of Gold, wrought with Flowers, bearing the Queen's Train. 10. Certain Ladies or Counteffes, with plain Circlèts of Gold without Flowers.

They pass over the Stage in Order and State.

2 Gen. A royal train, believe me. Who's that, that bears the fceptre ? 1 Gen. Marquis Dorfet:

-Thefe I

[know ;

And that the earl of Surry, with the rod.

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

Gen. 'Tis the fame; high steward.

2 Gen. And that my lord of Norfolk. 1 Gen. Yes.

2 Gen. Heaven bless thee! Looking on the Queen. Thou haft the fweetelt face I ever look'd on.-Sir, as I have a foul, 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 confciencé.

1 Gen. They, that bear

The cloth of honour over her, are four barons
Of the Cinque-Ports.

2 Gen. Those men are happy; fo are all, are near Í take it, the that carries up the train,

Is that old noble lady, dutchefs of Norfolk.

[her.

A Gen. It is and all the rest are countesses.

2 Gen. Their coronets fay fo. These are stars, inAnd, fometimes, falling ones.

1 Gen. No more of that.

[deed;

[Exit Procefion, with a great Flourish of Trumpets. Enter a third Gentleman.

God fave you, fir! Where have you been broiling? 3 Gen. Among the crowd i' the abbey; where a Could not be wedg'd in more: I am stifled, [finger With the mere rankness of their joy.

2 Gen. You faw the ceremony?

3 Gen. That I did.

I Gen. How was it?

3 Gen. Well worth the feeing.

2 Gen. Good fir, 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 choir, fell off

A diftance from her; while her grace fat down
To reft a while, fome half an hour, or fo,
In a rich chair of ftate, oppofing freely
The beauty of her perfon to the people.
Believe me, fir, fhe is the goodlieft woman
That ever lay by man: which when the people
Had the full view of, fuch a noise arofe
As the fhrouds make at fea in a stiff tempeft,
As loud, and to as many tunes: Hats, cloaks
(Doublets, I think), flew up; and had their faces
Been loofe, 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 strangely in one piece.

2 Gen

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2 Gen. But, what follow'd?

3 Gen. At length her grace rofe, and with modeft paces

Came to the altar; where fhe kneel'd, and faint-like,
Caft her fair eyes to heaven, 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's Confeffor's crown,

The rod and bird of peace, and all fuch emblems
Laid nobly on her: which perform'd, the choir,
With all the choiceft mufick of the kingdom,
Together fung Te Deum. So fhe parted,
And with the fame full ftate pac'd back again
To York-Place, where the feaft is held.

1 Gen. You must no more callit York-Place, that's For fince the cardinal fell, that title's loft; [paft: Tis now the king's, and call'd-Whitehall.

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

2 Gen. What two reverend bishops

Were those that went on each fide of the queen? 3 Gen. Stokefly, and Gardiner; the one, of Winchefter

Newly preferr'd from the king's fecretary},
The other, London.

2 Gen. He of Winchester

s held no great good lover of the archbishop's, The virtuous Cranmer.

3 Gen. All the land knows that:

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