SECOND GENTLEMAN.
And that my Lord of Norfolk?
FIRST GENTLEMAN.
Yes.
SECOND GENTLEMAN.
[Sees the Queen.] Heaven bless thee!
Thou hast the sweetest face I ever looked 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.
FIRST GENTLEMAN.
They that bear
The cloth of honour over her are four barons
Of the Cinque Ports.
SECOND GENTLEMAN.
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.
FIRST GENTLEMAN.
It is, and all the rest are countesses.
SECOND GENTLEMAN.
Their coronets say so. These are stars indeed.
FIRST GENTLEMAN.
And sometimes falling ones.
SECOND GENTLEMAN.
No more of that.
[Exit the last of the procession.]