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Enter Two Pilgrims to the Shrine of our Lady of Loretto.

First Pilgrim

I have not seen a goodlier shrine than this;

Yet I have visited many.

Second Pilgrim

The Cardinal of Arragon

Is this day to resign his cardinal’s hat:

His sister duchess likewise is arriv’d

To pay her vow of pilgrimage. I expect

A noble ceremony.

First Pilgrim

No question.⁠—They come.

Here the ceremony of the Cardinal’s instalment, in the habit of a soldier, perform’d in delivering up his cross, hat, robes, and ring, at the shrine, and investing him with sword, helmet, shield, and spurs; then Antonio, the Duchess and their children, having presented themselves at the shrine, are, by a form of banishment in dumb-show expressed towards them by the Cardinal and the state of Ancona, banished: during all which ceremony, this ditty is sung, to very solemn music, by divers churchmen: and then exeunt all except the Two Pilgrims.

Arms and honours deck thy story,

To thy fame’s eternal glory!

Adverse fortune ever fly thee;

No disastrous fate come nigh thee!

I alone will sing thy praises,

Whom to honour virtue raises,

And thy study, that divine is,

Bent to martial discipline is,

Lay aside all those robes lie by thee;

Crown thy arts with arms, they’ll beautify thee.

O worthy of worthiest name, adorn’d in this manner,

Lead bravely thy forces on under war’s warlike banner!

O, mayst thou prove fortunate in all martial courses!

Guide thou still by skill in arts and forces!

Victory attend thee nigh, whilst fame sings loud thy powers;

Triumphant conquest crown thy head, and blessings pour down showers!

First Pilgrim

Here’s a strange turn of state! who would have thought

So great a lady would have match’d herself

Unto so mean a person? Yet the cardinal

Bears himself much too cruel.

Second Pilgrim

They are banish’d.

First Pilgrim

But I would ask what power hath this state

Of Ancona to determine of a free prince?

Second Pilgrim

They are a free state, sir, and her brother show’d

How that the Pope, fore-hearing of her looseness,

Hath seiz’d into th’ protection of the church

The dukedom which she held as dowager.

First Pilgrim

But by what justice?

Second Pilgrim

Sure, I think by none,

Only her brother’s instigation.

First Pilgrim

What was it with such violence he took

Off from her finger?

Second Pilgrim

’Twas her wedding-ring;

Which he vow’d shortly he would sacrifice

To his revenge.

First Pilgrim

Alas, Antonio!

If that a man be thrust into a well,

No matter who sets hand to’t, his own weight

Will bring him sooner to th’ bottom. Come, let’s hence.

Fortune makes this conclusion general,

All things do help th’ unhappy man to fall.

Exeunt.