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Scene II.

Cathedral interior, Winchester.
Enter to marriage ceremonial, Underhill, Sandys, &c. The storm continues.
SANDYS.
This is the consummation of our wrongs—
O wicked match! and none will have more cause
To rue it than this woman.

UNDERHILL.
God forbid it!

SANDYS.
Forbid this match; but not its consequence.
She doth contemn God's word—her father's laws—
And brands her brother as a heretick.
Yea, barters her broad kingdom for this tyrant.

UNDERHILL.
I mourn these things with you—all past amendment.

SANDYS.
Lo! how these Dons vaingloriously come prancing!
Castile and Arragon shall lord it well,
In London city. Have a care, my masters!
Of your fair dames, domains, and equipage,
Your shady forests, and well-stocked preserves—
The spoiler's furtive eye now gloats upon them!

UNDERHILL.
You'll be observed.

SANDYS.
I care not. See, base Gardiner
Rolls onward like a shark gaping for prey.
Shall nothing glut thy maw, foul beast—betrayer
Of thine own land—salesman of liberty?

Enter Bishops of London, Winchester, Durham, &c. After them Philip and suite: then Queen Mary, Elizabeth, Margaret Douglas, Gage, Nobles, &c.
GAGE
[to Sandys].
Keep silence, Doctor Sandys, or you shall rue it.

UNDERHILL.
Nay, hold thy peace: if careless of thyself,
Spare one who brought thee hither.

HERALD.
Silence, Sirs!

FIGUEROA.
I, Count of Figueroa, Regent of Naples,
Salute the Queen of England, in the name
Of the most potent Charles, the Emperor;
Who this day by my hand, resigns his kingdoms
Of Naples and Jerusalem to Philip,
His much loved son: and doth hereby declare
His pleasure in this bridal; mating thus
Royal to Royal. If impediment
Be known to any, let him speak.

[King and Queen approach the Altar. The storm encreases—thunder and lightning.
SANDYS
[speaking from the crowd].
A voice
From heaven replies in anger: and a voice
From man in warning: and a cry, O Queen!
From the universal Church—beware, beware!

PHILIP.
Saint Jago! wherefore seize ye not the traitor?
Ha! brave Castilian Knights!

GARDINER
[aside].
Heed him not, Sire.
Some solitary malcontent—I know him.
Dungeon and rack shall not be spared. [Aloud]
Who gives
The Queen away? [a pause]
Whose oversight is this?
Fools! not to have foreseen so plain a case.
[Aside.
Who gives her Grace away, I ask?
[Pembroke, Derby, and Bedford approach.
We give her,
In the name of the whole realm.

PEOPLE AROUND.
God save the Queen!
God save King Philip likewise!

[Philip offers a diamond ring.
QUEEN.
Nay, my Lord,—
I would be wed like any other maiden
With the plain hoop of gold.

PHILIP
[putting on a gold ring].
Then thus I wed thee.

[Proclamation of style—Jubilant music—the Procession retires from the Church. The storm continues.
SANDYS.
A heavier day for England and the Church
Never hath closed in tempest. Lo! the heavens
Do speak their malison! it is God's anger
That flashes round us! mark these omens well.

[Exeunt.