The Tragedy of
I shall not be at your Ceremony: fare you well,
Write to the Duke of Malfy, my yong Nephew,
She had by her first husband, and acquaint him,
With's mothers honesty.
Bos.
I will.
Ferd.
Antonio?
A slave, that onely smell'd of yncke, and coumpters,
And nev'r in's like, look'd like a Gentleman,
But in the audit time, go, go presently,
Draw me out an hundreth and fifty of our horse,
And meete me at the fort-bridge.Exeunt.
SCENA IIII.
Two Pilgrimes to the Shrine of our Lady of Loretto.
1.Pilg.
I have not seene a goodlier Shrine then this,
Yet I have visited many.
2.Pilg.
The cardinall of Arragon
Is, this day to resigne his Cardinals hat,
His sister Duchesse likewise is arriv'd
To pay her vow of Pilgrimage, I expect
A noble Ceremony.
1.Pilg.
No question.They come.
[Here the Ceremony of the Cardinalls enstalment, in the habit
of a Souldier: perform'd in delivering up his Crosse, Hat, Robes,
and Ring, at the Shrine; and investing him with Sword,
Helmet, Sheild, and Spurs: then Antonio, the Duchesse, and
their Children, (having presented themselves at the Shrine)
are (by a forme of Banishment in dumbe-shew, expressed
towards them by the Cardinall, and the State of Ancona)
banished: During all which Ceremony, this Ditty is sung (to
very sollemne Musique) by divers Church-men, and then
The
