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]