SANDS. He may, my lord; h'as wherewithal: in him They are set here for examples. CHAMBERLAIN. True, they are so; But few now give so great ones. My barge stays; For I was spoke to, with Sir Henry Guildford, SANDS. I am your lordship's. (Exeunt.) Hautboys. A SCENE IV. A hall in York Place. the guests. small table under a state for the Cardinal, a longer table for Then enter Anne Bullen and divers other Ladies and Gentlemen as guests, at one door; at another door, enter Sir Henry Guildford. GUILDFORD. Ladies, a general welcome from his grace To fair content and you: none here, he hopes, Enter Lord Chamberlain, Lord Sands, & Oh, my lord, you're tardy: The very thought of this fair company CHAMBERLAIN. SANDS. You are young, Sir Harry Guildford. Sir Thomas Lovell, had the cardinal But half my lay thoughts in him, some of these LOVELL. Oh, that your lordship were but now confessor SANDS. I would I were; Faith, how easy? As easy as a down-bed would afford it. Sweet ladies, will it please you sit?-Sir Harry, SANDS. By my faith, And thank your lordship.-By your leave, sweet ladies: If I chance to talk a little wild, forgive me; I had it from my father. ANNE. SANDS. Was he mad, sir? Oh, very mad, exceeding mad, in love too: But he would bite none; just as I do now, He would kiss you twenty with a breath. (Kisses her.) CHAMBERLAIN. Well said, my lord. So, now you're fairly seated.-Gentlemen, Pass away frowning. SANDS. Let me alone. For my little cure, (Hautboys. Enter Cardinal Wolsey, & takes WOLSEY. You're welcome, my fair guests: that noble lady Is not my friend: this, to confirm my welcome; (Drinks.) SANDS. Your grace is noble: Let me have such a bowl may hold my thanks, And save me so much talking. WOLSEY. My Lord Sands, I am beholding to you: cheer your neighbours.— Whose fault is this? SANDS. The red wine first must rise In their fair cheeks, my lord; then we shall have 'em Here's to your ladyship: and pledge it, madam, ANNE. SANDS. You cannot show me. I told your grace they would talk anon. (Drum & trumpet: chambers discharged.) WOLSEY. And to what end, is this? Nay, ladies, fear not; By all the laws of war you 're privileg’d. CHAMBERLAIN. (Re-enter Servant.) How now! what is 't? SERVANT. A noble troop of strangers; For so they seem: they've left their barge, and landed; And hither make, as great ambassadors From foreign princes. WOLSEY. Good lord chamberlain, Go, give 'em welcome; you can speak the French tongue; And, pray, receive 'em nobly and conduct 'em (Exit Chamberlain, attended. All rise, & tables removed.) You have now a broken banquet; but we'll mend it. A good digestion to you all: and once more I shower a welcome on ye; welcome all. (Hautboys. Enter the King and others, as masquers, habited like shepherds, ushered by the Lord Chamberlain. They pass directly before the Cardinal, and gracefully salute him.) A noble company! what are their pleasures? Because they speak no English, thus they pray'd This night to meet here, they could do no less, But leave their flocks, and under your fair conduct WOLSEY. Say, lord chamberlain, They have done my poor house grace; for which I pay 'em A thousand thanks and pray 'em take their pleasures. (They choose. The King chooses Anne Bullen.) KING. The fairest hand I ever touch'd! O beauty, (Music. Dance.) Pray, tell 'em thus much from me: There should be one amongst 'em, by his person, CHAMBERLAIN. WOLSEY. I will, my lord. (Whispers the Masquers.) What say they? CHAMBERLAIN. Such a one, they all confess, There is indeed; which they would have your grace Find out, and he will take it. WOLSEY. Let me see then.— By all your good leaves, gentlemen: here I'll make KING.(Unmasking.) Ye have found him, cardinal: You hold a fair assembly; you do well, lord: You are a churchman, or, I'll tell you, cardinal, I should judge now unhappily. WOLSEY. Your grace is grown so pleasant. KING. I am glad My lord chamberlain, Prithee, come hither: what fair lady's that? CHAMBERLAIN. An't please your grace, Sir Thomas Bullen's daughter, The Viscount Rochford, one of her highness' women. KING. By heaven, she is a dainty one.-Sweetheart, I were unmannerly, to take you out, And not to kiss you.-A health, gentlemen! WOLSEY. Sir Thomas Lovell, is the banquet ready I' the privy chamber? LOVELL. Lead in your ladies, every one.-Sweet partner, |