I should have been beholden to your paper.
But, I beseech you, what's become of Catharine,
The Princefs Dowager? how goes her business?

1 Gen. That I can tell you too; the Archbishop Of Canterbary, accompanied with other

Learned and rev'rend fathers of his order,
Held a late Court at Dunstable, fix miles
From Ampthil, where the Princess 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 affent
Of all these learned men fhe was divorc'd,
And the late marriage made of none effect:
Since which, fhe was remov'd to Kimbolton,
Where the remains now fick.

2 Gen. Alas, good lady!

The trumpets found; ftand clofe, the Queen is coming.

[Hautboys.

The

The Order of the Coronation.

1. A lively flourish of trumpets.

2. Then, two Judges.

3. Lord Chancellor, with the purse 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 of Dorfet, bearing a Scepter of gold, on his bead a demi-coronal of gold. With him, the Earl of Surrey, bearing the rod of filver with the dove, crowned with an Earl's coronet. Callars of SS. 7. Duke of Suffolk, in his robe of ftate, 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. 8. A canopy born by four of the Cinque-ports, under it the Queen in her robe; in her hair richly adorned with pearl, crowned. On each fide her, the bishops of

London and Winchester.

9. The old Dutchefs of Norfolk, in a coronal of gold, wrought with flowers, bearing the Queen's train. 10. Certain Ladies or Counteffes, with plain circlets of gold without flowers.

They pass over the ftage in order and ftate, and then Exeunt, with a great flourish of trumpets.

2 Gen. A royal train, believe me; these I know; Who's that, who bears the scepter?

1 Gen. Marquis Dorfet.

And that the Earl of Surrey, with the rod.

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

1 Gen. 'Tis the fame: High Steward. 2 Gen. And that my Lord of Norfolk. 1 Gen. Yes.

2 Gen. Heav'n bless thee!

Thos

Thou haft the fweeteft 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 confcience.

1 Gen. They, that bear

The cloth of ftate above her, are four barons
Of the Cinque-Ports.

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

Is that old noble lady, the dutchefs of Norfolk.

1 Gen. It is, and all the reft are counteffes.

2 Gen. Their coronets fay fo. These are stars, indeed : And fometimes falling ones.

1 Gen. No more of that.

Enter a third Gentleman.

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

2 Gen. You faw the ceremony?

3 Gen. I did.

1 Gen. How was it?

3

Gen. Well worth the feeing.

2 Gen. Good Sir, fpeak it to us.

3

Gen. As well as I am able. The rich ftream
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, Sir, fhe is the goodlieft woman,
That ever lay by man ;) which when the people
Had the full view of, fuch a noife arofe
As the fhrouds make at fea in a stiff tempeft,
As loud, and to as many tunes. Hats, cloaks,

Doublets,

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 fhake the prefs,
And make 'em reel before 'em. No man living
Could fay, this is my wife there, all were woven
So ftrangely in one piece.

2 Gen. But, pray, 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 heav'n, and pray'd devoutly.
Then rofe again, and bow'd her to the people :
When by the Archbishop of Canterbury,
Sh' had all the royal makings of a Queen;
As holy oil, Edward 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 state pac'd back again
To York-Place, where the feaft is held.

1 Gen. You must no more call it York-Place, that's paft. For fince the Cardinal fell, that title's loft, 'Tis now the King's, and call'd Whitehall. 3 Gen. I know it :

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

2 Gen. What two reverend bishops

Were thofe, that went on each fide of the Queen? 3 Gen. Stofkefly 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 th' Archbishop,
The virtuous Cranmer.

3 Gen. All the land knows that:

However, yet there's no great breach; when't comes, Cranmer will find a friend will not shrink from him.

2 Gen.

2 Gent. Who may that be, I pray you ?

3 Gen. Thomas Cromwell,

A man in much efteem with th' King, and, truly,
A worthy friend. The King has made him
Mafter o'th' jewel-house,

And one, already, of the privy-council.
2 Gen. He will deferve more.

3 Gen. Yes, without all doubt.

Come, gentlemen, you fhall go my way,

Which is to th' Court, and there fhall be my guests: Something I can command; as I walk thither,

I'll tell ye more.

Both. You may command us, Sir.

SCENE changes to Kimbolton.

[Exeunt.

Enter Catharine Dowager, fick, led between Griffith her gentleman-ufher, and Patience her woman.

Grif⋅ Ho

OW does your Grace?

Cath. O Griffith, fick to death:

My legs, like loaded branches, bow to th' earth,
Willing to leave their burden: reach a chair-

So -now, methinks, I feel a little ease. [Sitting down.
Didft thou not tell me, Griffith, as thou led'ft me,
That the great child of honour, Cardinal Wolfey,
Was dead?

Grif. Yes, Madam; but I think, your Grace,
Out of the pain you fuffer'd, gave no ear to't.
Cath. Pr'ythee, good Griffith, tell me how he dy'd.
If well, he ftept before me happily,

For my example.

Grif. Well, the voice goes, Madam.

For after the ftout Earl of Northumberland

Arrested him at York, and brought him forward (As a man forely tainted) to his answer,

He fell fick fuddenly, and grew so ill

He could not fit his mule.

Cath. Alas, poor man!