The next day the King, dressed in mourning and attended by a solemn train of high officers and nobles, went again to the church.

A contemporary letter mentions a somewhat singular incident as forming the concluding part of the ceremony.

"And the service being done," wrote Sir Richard Clough to Sir Thomas Gresham, "there went a nobleman into the herse (so far as I codde understande, it was the Prince of Orange), who, standing before the herse, struck with his hand upon the chest and sayd, 'He is ded.' Then standing styli awhile, he sayd, 'He shall remayn ded.' And 'then resting awhile, he struck again and sayd, 'He is ded, and there is another rysen up in his place greater than ever he was.' Whereupon the Kynge's hoode was taken off and the Kynge went home without his hoode." If the mourning for the dead Emperor was but a mummery and a masquerade, there was, however, heartiness and sincerity in the rejoicing which now burst forth like a sudden illumination throughout the Netherlands, upon the advent of peace.

All was joy in the provinces, but at Antwerp, the metropolis of the land, the enthusiasm was unbounded.

Nine days were devoted to festivities.