Forth came that auncient Lord and aged Queene, / Arayd in antique robes downe to the ground, / And sad habiliments right well beseene; / A noble crew about them waited round / Of sage and sober Peres, all gravely gownd; / Whom farre before did march a goodly band / Of tall young men,° all hable armes to sownd, / But now they laurell braunches bore in hand; / Glad signe of victorie and peace in all their land.