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To the last penny; 'tis the king's my robe,
And my integrity to heaven, is all

I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell,
Had I but ferv'd my God with half the zeal
I ferv'd my king, he would not in mine age
Have left me naked to mine enemies.

Crom. Good fir, have patience.

Wol.

So I have. Farewell

The hopes of court! my hopes in heaven do dwell.

[Exeunt.

ACT

1 Gent. You are well met once again.
2 Gent.

An

1 Gent. You come to take your ftand he The lady Anne pass from her coronation?

2 Gent. 'Tis all my business. At our la The duke of Buckingham came from his 1 Gent. 'Tis very true: but that time of This, general joy.

2 Gent.

'Tis well the citizens

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I am sure, have shown at full their royal n As, let them have their rights, they are ev In celebration of this day with shows, Pageants, and fights of honour.

I Gent.

Never gre

Nor, I'll affure you, better taken, fir. 2 Gent. May I be bold to ask what that That paper in your hand?

I Gent. Yes; 'tis the lif Of those, that claim their offices this day, By custom of the coronation.

The duke of Suffolk is the firft, and claim To be high steward; next, the duke of N He to be earl marshal; you may read the r

2 Gent. I thank you, fir; had I not know I should have been beholden to your paper

But, I beseech you, what's become of Katharine,
The princess dowager? how goes her business?
1 Gent. 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 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 thefe learned men fhe was divorc'd,
And the late marriage made of none effect:
Since which, fhe was removed to Kimbolton,
Where the remains now, fick,

2 Gent.

Alas, good lady!

[Trumpets.

The trumpets found: ftand 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 finging.

[Mufick.

4. Mayor of London bearing the mace. Then Garter, in his coat of arms, and on his head, a gilt copper crown. 5. Marquis Dorfet, bearing a scepter of gold, on his head a demi-coronal of gold. With him, the Earl of Surrey,

bearing the rod of filver with the dove, crown'd with an earl's coronet. Collars of SS.

6. Dake of Suffolk, in his robe of estate, his coronet on his head, bearing a long white wand, as high fterward. With him,

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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 fide of her, the Bishops of London and Winchester.

8. The old Duchefs of Norfolk, in a coronal of gold, wrought with flowers, bearing the Queen's train.

9. Certain Ladies or Counteffes, with plain circlets of gold without flowers.

2 Gent. A royal train, believe me.-These I know ;Who's that, that bears the fcepter?

1 Gent.

Marquis Dorfet :
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 fame; high-steward.

2 Gent. And that my lord of Norfolk ?

Gent.

2 Gent.

Yes.

Heaven bless thee! [Looking on the Queen

Thou haft the sweetest face I ever look'd on.

Sir, as I have a foul, 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 confcience.

1 Gent.

They, that bear

The cloth of honour over her, are four barons

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a Gent. Those men are happy; and fo are all, that are

near her.

I take it, the that carries up the train,

Is that old noble lady, duchefs of Norfolk.

x Gent.

1 Gent. It is; and all the reft are counteffes.

2 Gent. Their coronets fay fo. And, fometimes, falling ones. I Gent.

These are stars, indeed;

No more of that.

[Exit Proceffion, with a great flourish of trumpets.

Enter a third Gentleman.

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

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2 Gent.

Good fir, fpeak it to us. 3 Gent. 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 distance from her; while her grace fat down To reft awhile, fome half an hour, or fo, In a rich chair of state, oppofing freely The beauty of her perfon to the people. Believe me, fir, the is the goodliest woman That ever lay by man: which when the people Had the full view of, fuch a noife arose As the shrouds make at fea in a stiff tempest, 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

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