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Henry VIII :: Scenes :: Henry VIII: Act IV, Scene 1
Scene 1Westminster. A street.GentlemenTwo JudgesLord ChancellorChoristersMayor of LondonGarterMarquess DorsetDuke of SuffolkDuke of NorfolkCinque-Ports>QueenBishop Stokesly of LondonBishop of WinchesterDuchess of NorfolkLadiesCountessessTwo Gentlemen discuss Katherine’s divorce as they go to see the colorful coronation of Anne.Enter two Gentlemen, meeting one another.1. GENT.2. GENT.1. GENT.Y’ are well met once again.2. GENT.So are you.1. GENT.You come to take your stand here, and beholdThe Lady Anne pass from her coronation?2. GENT.’Tis all my business. At our last encounter,The Duke of Buckingham came from his trial.1. GENT.’Tis very true; but that time offer’d sorrow,This, general joy.2. GENT.’Tis well. The citizensI am sure have shown at full their royal minds—As, let ’em have their rights, they are ever forwardIn celebration of this day with shows,Pageants, and sights of honor.1. GENT.Never greater,Nor, I’ll assure you, better taken, sir.2. GENT.May I be bold to ask what that contains,That paper in your hand?1. GENT.Yes, ’tis the listOf those that claim their offices this dayBy custom of the coronation.The Duke of Suffolk is the first, and claimsTo be High Steward; next, the Duke of Norfolk,He to be Earl Marshal. You may read the rest.2. GENT.I thank you, sir; had I not known those customsI should have been beholding to your paper.But I beseech you, what’s become of Katherine,The Princess Dowager? How goes her business?1. GENT.That I can tell you too. The ArchbishopOf Canterbury, accompanied with otherLearned and reverend fathers of his order,Held a late court at Dunstable—six miles offFrom Ampthill, where the Princess lay—to whichShe was often cited by them, but appear’d not;And, to be short, for not appearance andThe King’s late scruple, by the main assentOf all these learned men she was divorc’d,And the late marriage made of none effect;Since which she was remov’d to Kimmalton,Where she remains now sick.2. GENT.Alas, good lady!Trumpets.The trumpets sound; stand close, the Queen is coming.Hoboys.The Order of the Coronation1. A lively flourish of trumpets.2. Then, two JUDGES.3. LORD CHANCELLOR, with purse and mace before him.4. CHORISTERS, singing.Music.5. MAYOR OF LONDON, bearing the mace. Then GARTER, in his coat of arms, and on his head he wore a gilt copper crown.6. MARQUESS 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 Esses.7. 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 Esses.8. 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 her, the BISHOPS OF LONDON and WINCHESTER.9. The old DUCHESS OF NORFOLK, in a coronal of gold, wrought with flowers, bearing the Queen’s train.10. Certain LADIES or COUNTESSES, with plain circlets of gold without flowers.Exeunt, first passing over the stage in order and state, and then a great flourish of trumpets.2. GENT.A royal train, believe me. These I know.Who’s that that bears the sceptre?1. GENT.Marquess Dorset,And that the Earl of Surrey, with the rod.2. GENT.A bold brave gentleman. That should beThe Duke of Suffolk.1. GENT.’Tis the same: High Steward.2. GENT.And that my Lord of Norfolk?1. GENT.Yes.2. GENT.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.I cannot blame his conscience.1. GENT.They that bearThe cloth of honor over her, are four baronsOf the Cinque-Ports.2. GENT.Those men are happy, and so are all are near her.I take it, she that carries up the trainIs 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.1. GENT.And sometimes falling ones.2. GENT.No more of that.Exit the last of the procession; flourish of trumpets.Enter a third Gentleman.1. GENT.God save you, sir! Where have you been broiling?3. GENT.Among the crowd i’ th’ Abbey, where a fingerCould not be wedg’d in more. I am stifledWith the mere rankness of their joy.2. GENT.You sawThe ceremony?3. GENT.That I did.1. GENT.How was it?3. GENT.Well worth the seeing.2. GENT.Good sir, speak it to us.3. GENT.As well as I am able. The rich streamOf lords and ladies, having brought the QueenTo a prepar’d place in the choir, fell offA distance from her; while her Grace sate downTo rest a while, some half an hour or so,In a rich chair of state, opposing freelyThe beauty of her person to the people.Believe me, sir, she is the goodliest womanThat ever lay by man—which when the peopleHad the full view of, such a noise aroseAs the shrouds make at sea in a stiff tempest,As loud and to as many tunes. Hats, cloaks(Doublets, I think) flew up, and had their facesBeen loose, this day they had been lost. Such joyI never saw before. Great-bellied women,That had not half a week to go, like ramsIn the old time of war, would shake the pressAnd make ’em reel before ’em. No man livingCould say, “This is my wife” there, all were wovenSo strangely in one piece.2. GENT.But what follow’d?3. GENT.At length her Grace rose, and with modest pacesCame to the altar, where she kneel’d, and saint-likeCast her fair eyes to heaven, and pray’d devoutly;Then rose again and bow’d her to the people;When by the Archbishop of CanterburyShe had all the royal makings of a queen,As holy oil, Edward Confessor’s crown,The rod, and bird of peace, and all such emblemsLaid 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 pac’d back againTo York-place, where the feast is held.1. 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.3. GENT.I know it;But ’tis so lately alter’d that the old nameIs fresh about me.2. GENT.What two reverend bishopsWere those that went on each side of the Queen?3. GENT.Stokesly and Gardiner, the one of Winchester,Newly preferr’d from the King’s secretary,The other, London.2. GENT.He of WinchesterIs held no great good lover of the Archbishop’s,The virtuous Cranmer.3. GENT.All the land knows that.However, yet there is no great breach; when it comes,Cranmer will find a friend will not shrink from him.2. GENT.Who may that be, I pray you?3. GENT.Thomas Cromwell,A man in much esteem with th’ King, and trulyA worthy friend. The King has made him MasterO’ th’ Jewel House,And one, already, of the Privy Council.2. GENT.He will deserve more.3. GENT.Yes, without all doubt.Come, gentlemen, ye shall go my way, whichIs to th’ court, and there ye shall be my guests;Something I can command. As I walk thither,I’ll tell ye more.BOTH. 1. GENT. AND 2. GENT.You may command us, sir.Exeunt.
 
 
 
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