The duke of Suffolk is the first, and claims To be high steward: next, the duke of Norfolk, 2 Gen. I thank you, sir; had I not known those customs, 1 Gen. That I can tell you too. The archbishop 2 Gen. 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. [Music. 4 Mayor of London, bearing the mace. 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, crown'd 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; in her hair richly adorned with pearl, crowned. On each side of her, the Bishops of London and Winchester. 8 The old Duchess of NORFOLK, in a coronal of gold, wrought with flowers, bearing the Queen's train. 3 Certain Ladies or Countesses, with plain circlets of gold, without flowers. 2 Gen. A royal train, believe me.-These I know Who's that, that bears the sceptre ? 1 Gen. Marquis Dorset : And that the earl of Surrey, with the rod. 2 Gen. A bold brave gentleman: And that should be The duke of Suffolk. 1 Gen. 'Tis the same; high-steward. 2 Gen. And that my lord of Norfolk ? 1 Gen. Yes. 2 Gen. 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; Our king has all the Indies in his arms, And more, and richer, when he strains that lady : 1 Gen. They, that bear The cloth of honour over her, are four barons 2 Gen. 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 Gen. It is; and all the rest are countesses. 2 Gen. Their coronets say so. These are stars, indeed; And, sometimes, falling ones. 1 Gen. 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 Gen. You saw The ceremony? 3 Gen. That I did. 1 Gen. How was it? 3 Gen. Well worth the seeing. The rich stream 2 Gen. Good sir, speak it to us. 3 Gen. As well as I am able. 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. As the shrouds make at sea in a stiff tempest, 2 Gent. But, 'pray, what follow'd? 3 Gent. At length her grace rose, and with modest pace The rod, and bird of peace, and all such emblems Must no more call it York-place, that is past: But 'tis so lately alter'd, that the old name 2 Gen. What two reverend bishops Were those that went on each side of the queen ? 3 Gen. Stokesly and Gardiner; the one of Winchester, (Newly preferr'd from the king's secretary,) The other, London. 2 Gen. He of Winchester Is held no great good lover of the archbishop's, [1] That is, like battering rams. JOHNSON. 3 Gen. All the land knows that: However, yet there's no great breach; when it comes, Cranmer will find a friend will not shrink from him. 2 Gen. Who may that be, I pray you? 3 Gen. Thomas Cromwell; A man in much esteem with the king, and truly Has made him master of the jewel-house, 3 Gen. Yes, without all doubt. Come, gentlemen, ye shall go my way, which Both. You may command us, sir. SCENE II. [Exeunt. Kimbolton. Enter KATHARINE, Dowager, sick; led between GRIFFITH and PATIENCE. Grif. How does your grace? Kath. O, Griffith, sick to death: My legs, like loaden branches, bow to the earth, Didst thou not tell me, Griffith, as thou led'st me, Grif. Yes, madam; but, I think, your grace, Kath. Pr'ythee, good Griffith, tell me how he died: If well, he stepp'd before me, happily," For my example. Grif. Well, the voice goes, madam : For after the stout earl Northumberland Arrested him at York, and brought him forward (As a man sorely tainted,) to his answer, He fell sick suddenly, and grew so ill, He could not sit his mule. Kath. Alas, poor man! Grif. At last, with easy roads, he came to Leicester, [2] This scene is above any other part of Shakespeare's tragedies, and perhaps above any scene of any other poet, tender and pathetic, without gods, or furies, or poisons, or precipices, without the help of romantic circumstances, without improba ble sallies of poetical lamentation, and without any throes of tumultuous misery. JOHNSON. [3] Happily seems to mean on this occasion---peradventure, haply. STEEVENS. Lodg'd in the abbey; where the reverend abbot, So went to bed: where eagerly his sickness Of an unbounded stomach,* ever ranking Grif. Noble madam, Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues Kath. Yes, good Griffith; I were malicious else. Grif. This cardinal, Though from an humble stock, undoubtedly From his cradle, He was a scholar, and a ripe, and good one; That is, of unbounded pride, or haughtiness. STEEVENS. A criminal connexion with women was anciently called the vice of the body. MALONE. H 2 |