madeher protestation. Whereuntoyour Grace answered to this effect—Is there no other remedy but that I must needs, against my will, put my neck into the noose ? and so I departed, leaving your Highness in a study, or pensiveness. And yet your Grace determined the next morning to submit to the ceremony." To return to Anne : on the morrow after her unpleasant interview with the King at Rochester, she proceeded with a heavy heart to Dartford ; and on the following day, the third of January, being Saturday, she made her public entry into Greenwich. " On lîlackheath, near the foot of Shooter's Hill," records Hall, i l was pitched a rich tent of cloth of gold, and divers other tents and pavilions, in which were made fires and perfumes for her Grace and the ladies who took part in the gorgeous scene. An ample roadway was cut through the hushes and furze from the tents to the park-gates at Greenwich. Next to the park-pales, on the east side, stood the merchants of the steel-yard ; and on the west side, stood merchants of Genoa, Florence, Venice and Spain, in coats of velvet. On both sides of the road stood the merchants of the city of London, and the aldermen with the council of the eaid city, to the number of one hundred and sixty, who were mixed with the esquires. Next upwards, towards the tents, stood knights, then the fiftygentlemen pensioners; and all this class of persons were in blue velvet and chains of gold, and amounted in number to twelve hundred, besides seven hundred who came with the King and her Grace. Behind the gentlemen stood the serving men in good order, and well horsed and apparelled, that whosoever viewed them, might say that they, for tall and comely personages, and clean of limb and body, were able to give the greatest prince in Christendom a mortal breakfast if he were the King's enemy. The gentlemen pertaining to the lord chancellor, the lord privy seal, the lord admiral, and divers other lords, besides their liveries and richly caparisoned horses, wore chains of gold. Thus were these personages arranged in ranks from the park-gate to the cross upon the Heath ; and in this order they remained till the King had returned with her Grace. " About twelve o'clock, her Grace, with all the company that were of her nation, to the number of one hundred horse, and accompanied by the Dukes of Norfolk and Suffolk, the Archbishop of Canterbury, and other bishops, lords and knights who had conducted her to England, came down Shooter's Hill towards the tents, and a good space from the tents she was met by the Karl of Rutland, her chamberlain ; Sir Thomas Dennise, her chancellor, and all her councillors and officers, amongst whom, Dr. Kaye, her almoner, presented to her, on the King's behalf, all the officers and servants of her household, and read to her an eloquent oration in Latin, which, as she only understood her native tongue, was answered by the Duke, her brother's secretary. This being done, the Lady Margaret Douglas, daughter to the Queen of Scots, the Lady Marquise Dorset, daughter to the French Queen, being niece to the King, and the Duchess of Richmond, and the Countesses of Rutland and Hertford, with other ladies and gentlemen, to the number of sixtyfive, saluted and welcomed her Grace, who alighted out of the chariot in which she had ridden all her long journey ; and with most goodly demeanour and loving countenance gave them hearty thanks, and kissed them all. All her counsellors and officers then kissed her hand, after which, she and her ladies entered their tents, and warmed themselves awhile. " When the King heard that she was in her tent, he, with all diligence, set out through the park. First issued the King's trumpeters, then the officers of the King's council, followed by the gentlemen of the King's privy chamber, some apparelled in coats of velvet embroidered, whilst others had their coats' guarded with chains of gold, very rich to behold, and were well horsed and trapped. After them ensued barons, the youngest first, and so Sir William Hollys, Lord Mayor of London, rode with the Lord Parr, uncle to Katherine