2 Gent. 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. 4. Mayor of London, bearing the mace. [Music. 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, 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 borne by four of the cinque-ports; under it, the queen in her robe; her hair richly adorned with pearl, crowned. On each side of her, the bishops of London and Win chester. 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 Gent. A royal train, believe me.-These I know ;— Who's that, that bears the sceptre ? 1 Gent. Marquis Dorset ; And that the earl of Surrey with the rod. 2 Gent. A bold, brave gentleman; and that should be The duke of Suffolk. 1 Gent. 'Tis the same; high steward. 2 Gent. And that my lord of Norfolk? 1 Gent. 2 Gent. Yes. Heaven bless thee! [Looking on the Queen. Thou hast the sweetest face I ever looked 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 Gent. They, that bear The cloth of honor over her, are four barons Of the cinque-ports. 2 Gent. 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 Gent. It is; and all the rest are countesses. 2 Gent. Their coronets say so. These are stars, indeed; And, sometimes, falling ones. 1 Gent. No more of that. [Exit Procession, with a great flourish of trumpets Enter a third Gentleman. God save you, sir! Where have you been broiling? 2 Gent. Among the crowd i'the abbey; where a finger Could not be wedged in more; I am stifled With the mere rankness of their joy. The ceremony 2 Gent. 3 Gent. 1 Gent. You saw ? That I did. How was it? Good sir, speak it to us. 3 Gent. Well worth the seeing. 2 Gent. 3 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 2 Gent. But what followed? 3 Gent. At length her grace rose, and with modest paces Came to the altar; where she kneeled, and, saint-like, The rod, and bird of peace, and all such emblems, 1 Gent. Sir, you Must no more call it York-place; that is past; But 'tis so lately altered, that the old name 1 i. e. battering rams. I know it; |