Sec. Gent. And that my Lord of Norfolk? First Gent. Sec. Gent. Yes. [Looking on the Queen.] 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. First Gent. They that bear The cloth of honour over her, are four barons Of the Cinque-ports. Sec. Gent. Those men are happy; and so are all are near her. I take it, she that carries up the train Sec. Gent. Their coronets say so. These are stars indeed, And sometimes falling ones. First Gent. No more of that. [exit procession; and then a great flourish of trumpets. Enter a third Gentleman. God save you, sir! where have you been broiling? Third 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. Of lords and ladies, having brought the queen down To rest awhile, some half an hour or so, Had the full view of, such a noise arose As the shrouds make at sea in a stiff tem pest, 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-bellied women, That had not half a week to go, like rams In the old time of war, would shake the press, And make 'em reel before 'em. No man living Third Gent. At length her grace rose, and with modest paces Came to the altar, where she kneel'd and saintlike Cast her fair eyes to heaven and pray'd devoutly ; Then rose again and bow'd her to the peo ple; When by the Archbishop of Canterbury Laid nobly on her which perform'd, the choir, With all the choicest music of the kingdom, Together sung 'Te Deum.' So she parted, And with the same full state paced back again To York-place, where the feast is held. First Gent. 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. Third Gent. I know it; But 'tis so lately alter'd, that the old name Is fresh about me. Sec. Gent. What two reverend bishops Were those that went on each side of the queen? |