Shakespeare, William / Fletcher, John · published 1623 · first performed or written 1613 [Jun] (Annals) history · King's Men unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 493 words
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They that bear The Cloth of Honour over her, are four Barons Of the Cinque Ports. 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. It is, and all the rest are Countesses. Their Coronets say so. These are Stars indeed, And sometimes falling ones. No more of that. God save you Sir. Where have you been broiling? Among the crowed i' th' Abbey, where a finger Can not be wedged in more: I am stifled With the mere rankness of their joy. You saw the Ceremony? That I did. How was it? Well worth the seeing. Good Sir, speak it to us? As well as I am able. The rich stream Of Lords, and Ladies, having brought the Queen To a prepared place in the Quire, 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. Believe me Sir, she is the goodliest Woman That ever lay by man: which when the people Had the full view of, such a noise arose, As 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 Faces Been lose, 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 Can say this is my wife there, all were woven So strangely in one piece. But what followed? At length, her Grace rose, and with modest paces Came to the Altar, where she kneeled, and Saintlike Cast her fair eyes to Heaven, and prayed devoutly. Then rose again, and bowed her to the people: When by the Archbishop of Canterbury, She had all the Royal make of a Queen; As holy Oil, Edward Confessors Crown, The Rod, and Bird of Peace, and all such Emblems Laid Nobly on her: which performed, 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 Yorke-Place, where the Feast is held. Sir, You must no more call it Yorke-place that's past: For since the Cardinal fell, that Titles lost, 'Tis now the Kings, and called White-Hall. I know it: But 'tis so lately altered, that the old name Is fresh about me. What two Reverend Bishops Were those that went on each side of the Queen? Stokesly and Gardiner, the one of Winchester, Newly preferred from the King's Secretary: The other London. He of Winchester Is held no great good lover of the Archbishops, The virtuous Cranmer.
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They that beare The Cloath of Honour ouer her, are foure Barons Of the Cinque Ports. Thoſe men are happy, And ſo are all, are neere her. I take it, ſhe that carries vp the Traine, Is that old Noble Lady, Dutcheſſe of Norfolke. It is, and all the reſt are Counteſſes. Their Coronets ſay ſo. Theſe are Starres indeed, And ſometimes falling ones. No more of that. God ſaue you Sir. Where haue you bin broiling? Among the crow'd i' th' Abbey, where a finger Could not be wedg'd in more: I am ſtifled With the meere rankneſſe of their ioy. You ſaw the Ceremony? That I did. How was it? Well worth the ſeeing. Good Sir, ſpeake it to vs? As well as I am able. The rich ſtreame Of Lords, and Ladies, hauing brought the Queene To a prepar'd place in the Quie, fell off A diſtance from her; while her Grace ſate downe To reſt a while, ſome halfe an houre, or ſo, In a rich Chaire of State, oppoſing freely The Beauty of her Perſon to the People. Beleeue me Sir, ſhe is the goodlieſt Woman That euer lay by man: which when the people Had the full view of, ſuch a noyſe aroſe, As the ſhrowdes make at Sea, in a ſtiffe Tempeſt, As lowd, and to as many Tunes. Hats▪ Cloakes, (Doublets, I thinke) flew vp, and had their Faces Bin looſe, this day they had beene loſt. Such ioy I neuer ſaw before. Great belly'd women, That had not halfe a weeke to go, like Rammes In the old time of Warre, would ſhake the preaſe And make 'em reele before 'em. No man liuing Could ſay this is my wife there, all were wouen So ſtrangely in one peece. But what follow'd? At length, her Grace roſe, and with modeſt paces Came to the Altar, where ſhe kneel'd, and Saint-like Caſt her faire eyes to Heauen, and pray'd deuoutly. Then roſe againe, and bow'd her to the people: When by the Arch-byſhop of Canterbury, She had all the Royall makings of a Queene; As holy Oyle, Edward Confeſſors Crowne, The Rod, and Bird of Peace, and all ſuch Emblemes Laid Nobly on her: which perform'd, the Quire With all the choyſeſt Muſicke of the Kingdome, Together ſung Te Deum. So ſhe parted, And with the ſame full State pac'd backe againe To Yorke-Place, where the Feaſt is held. Sir, You muſt no more call it Yorke-place that's paſt: For ſince the Cardinall fell, that Titles loſt, 'Tis now the Kings, and call'd White-Hall. I know it: But 'tis ſo lately alter'd, that the old name Is freſh about me. What two Reuerend Byſhops Were thoſe that went on each ſide of the Queene? Stokeley and Gardiner, the one of Wincheſter, Newly preferr'd from the Kings Secretary: The other London. He of Wincheſter Is held no great good louer of the Archbiſhops, The vertuous Cranmer.