_First Gent._ Marquess Dorset: And that the Earl of Surrey, with the rod. _Sec. Gent._ A bold brave gentleman. That should be[658] 40 The Duke of Suffolk? _First Gent._ 'Tis the same: high-steward. _Sec. Gent._ And that my Lord of Norfolk? _First Gent._ Yes. _Sec. Gent._ [_Looking on the Queen_] Heaven bless thee![659] 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, 45 And more and richer, when he strains that lady:[660] I cannot blame his conscience. _First Gent._ They that bear The cloth of honour over her, are four barons[661] Of the Cinque-ports. _Sec. Gent._ Those men are happy; and so are all are near her.[662] 50 I take it, she that carries up the train Is that old noble lady, Duchess of Norfolk.[663] _First Gent._ It is; and all the rest are countesses. _Sec. Gent._ Their coronets say so. These are stars indeed, And sometimes falling ones. _First Gent._ No more of that. 55 [_Exit procession; and then a great flourish of trumpets._[664] _Enter a third_ Gentleman. _First Gent._ God save you, sir! where have you been broiling?[665] _Third Gent._ Among the crowd i' the abbey; where a finger Could not be wedged in more: I am stifled[666] With the mere rankness of their joy. _Sec. Gent._ You saw[667] The ceremony?[667] _Third Gent._ That I did.[668] _First Gent._ How was it? 60 _Third Gent._ Well worth the seeing. _See. Gent._ Good sir, speak it to us. _Third Gent._ As well as I am able. The rich stream Of lords and ladies, having brought the queen To a prepared place in the choir, fell off A distance from her; while her grace sat down 65 To rest awhile, some half an hour or so, In a rich chair of state, opposing freely[669] 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 70 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 loose, this day they had been lost. Such joy 75 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 Could say 'This is my wife' there, all were woven[670] 80 So strangely in one piece. _Sec. Gent._ But what follow'd?[671]