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(Tell you the duke) shall prosper : bid him strive He did discharge a horrible oath ; whose tenour To gain" the love of the commonalty; the duke Was, were he evil us’d, he would outgo Shall govern England.

His father by as much as a performance Q. KΑΤΗ.

If I know you well, Does an irresolute purpose. You were the duke's surveyor, and lost office K. HEN.

There's his period,
On the complaint o' the tenants : take good heed To sheath his knife in us. He is attach'd ;
You charge not in your spleen a noble person,

Call him to present trial : if he may
And spoil your nobler soul! I say, take heed ; Find mercy in the law, 'tis his; if none,
Yes, heartily beseech you.

Let him not seek’t of us: by day and night,
Let him on. --
He's traitor to the height ! •

[E'xeunt. Go forward.

Surv. On my soul, I'll speak but truth. I told my lord the duke, by the devil's illusions The monk might be deceiv'd; and that 't was SCENE III.-The same. A Room in the Palace.

dangerous For him * to ruminate on this so far, until

Enter the Lord Chamberlain and LORD SANDS. It forg’d him some design, which, being believ'd, It was much like to do: he answer’d, Tush !

Cuam. Is't possible, the spells of France should It can do me no damage : adding further,

juggle That, had the king in his last sickness fail'd, Men into such strange mysteries? The cardinal's and sir Thomas Loveil's heads


New customs, Should have gone off.

Though they be never so ridiculous, K. IIEN. IIa! what, so rank ? Ah-ha! Nay, let'em be unmanly, yet are follow'd. There's mischief in this man :—canst thou say CHAM. As far as I see, all the good our English further?

Hlave got by the late voyage, is but merely Surv. I can, my liege.

A fit or two o’the face ;ų but they are shrewd ones; K. IIEN. Proceed.

For when they hold 'em, you would swear directly, SURV.

Being at Greenwich,

Their very noses had been counsellors
After your highness had reprov'd the duke To Pepin or Clotharius, they keep state so.
About sir William Blomer,-

Sands. They have all new legs, and lame ones ;
I remember

one would take it, Of such a time :--being my sworn servant, That never saw 'em pace before, the spavin, The duke retain’d him his.—But on ; what hence ?

Or* springhalt, reign’d among 'em. Surv. If, quoth he, I for this had been com- CHAM.

Death! my lord, mitted,

Their clothes are after such a pagan cut too,t
As, to the Tower, I thought,'I would have play'd | That, sure, they've worn out christendom.
The part my father meant to act upon
The usurper Richard ; who, being at Salisbury,
Made suit to come in's presence ; which granted,

As he made semtlance of his duty, would
Have put his knife into him.

How now! K. IIEN.

A giant traitor ! What news, sir Thomas Lovell ? Wol. Now, madam, may his highness live in Lov.

Faith, my lord, freedom,

I hear of none, but the new proclamation And this man out of prison ?

That's clapp'd upon the court-gate.

God mend all !

What is 't for? K. Hen. There's something more would out of Lov. The reformation of our travell'd gallants, thee; what sav'st?

That fill the court with quarrels, talk, and tailors. Surv. Afterthe duke his father,—with the Cham. I'm glad 't is there : now I would pray kuite,

our monsieurs He stretch'd him, and, with one hand on his To think an English courtier may

be wise, dagger,

Aud never see the Louvre. Another spread on's breast, mounting his eyes,

They must either



(*) Old text, this.

(*) Old text, A.

(t) Old text, too't.

a To gain--] The word gain was first supplied by the folio of 1685.

As, to the Tower, I thought,-) That is, “ To the Tower, as I thought." Similar inversions continually occur in old authors.

c He's traitor to the height!) Mr. Collier's annotator proposes to read,

“He is a daring traitor to the height." d A fit or two o'the face ;) A grimace or two.


(For so run the conditions) leave those remnants Your lordship shall along.-Come, good sir

, Of fool and feather, that they got in France,

Thomas, With all their honourable points of ignorance We shall be late else ; which I would not be, Pertaining thereunto, as fights and fireworks; For I was spoke to, with sir Henry Guilford, Abusing better men than they can be,

This night to be comptrollers. Out of a foreign wisdom; renouncing clean


I am your lordship's. The faith they have in tennis, and tall stockings,

[Exeunt. Short blister'd breeches, and those types of travel, And understand again like honest men ; Or pack to their old playfellows: there, I take it,

SCENE IV.-The same. The Presence Chamber They may, cum privilegio, wear away

in York-Place. The lag end of their lewdness, and be laugh'd at. SANDS. 'Tis time to give 'em physic, their

Hautboys. A small table under a state for the diseases

CARDINAL, a longer table for the guests. Enter, Are grown so catching.

on one side, Anne BULLEN, and divers Lords, CHAM. What a loss our ladies

Ladies, and Gentlewomen, as guests ; on the Will have of these trim vanities !

other, enter. Sir HENRY GUILFORD. Lov.

Ay, marry, There will be woe indeed, lords: the sly whoresons

GUIL. Ladies, a general welcome from his grace Have got a speeding trick to lay down ladies ;

Salutes ye all: this night he dedicates A French song and a fiddle has no fellow.

To fair content and you : none here, he hopes, Sands. The devil fiddle 'em ! I am glad they

In all this noble bevy, has brought with her are going,

One care abroad ; he would have all as merry (For, sure, there's no converting of 'em ;) now

As, first“ good company, good wine, good welcome, An honest country lord, as I am, beaten

Can make good people.A long time out of play, may bring his plain

song, And have an hour of hearing; and, by’r-lady, Enter the Lord Chamberlain, LORD SANDS, and Held current music too.


Well said, lord Sands; Your colt's tooth is not cast yet.

O, my lord, you 're tardy; Sands.

No, my lord; The very thought of this fair company Nor shall not, while I have a stump.

Clapp'd wings to me. CHAM.

Sir Thomas, Cham. You are young, sir Harry Guilford. Whither were you a-going ?

Sands. Sir Thomas Lovell, had the cardinal Lov.

To the cardinal's; But half my lay-thoughts in him, some of these Your lordship is a guest too ?

Should find a running banquet ere they rested, CHAM.

O, 'tis true : I think, would better please 'em : by my life, This night he makes a supper, and a great one, They are a sweet society of fair ones. To many lords and ladies; there will be

Lov. O, that your lordship were but now conThe beauty of this kingdom, I'll assure you.

fessor Lov. That churchman bears a bounteous mind To one or two of these ! indeed,


I would I were ;
A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us ; They should find easy penance.
His dews fall everywhere.


Faith, how easy? CHAM.

No doubt he's noble; Sands. As easy as a down-bed would afford it. He had a black mouth that said other of him. Chan. Sweet ladies, will it please you sit ? Sands. He may, my lord,—has wherewithal ;

Sir Harry, in him

Place you that side ; I'll take the charge of this : Sparing would show a worse sin than ill doctrine: His

grace is ent'ring.–Nay, you must not freeze; Men of his

should be most liberal,

Two wonnen plac’d together makes cold weather :They are set here for examples.

My lord Sands, you are one will keep 'em waking; CHAM.

True, they are so; Pray sit between these ladies. But few now give so great ones. My barge stays;


By my faith,

(*) First folio, wee. a As, first good company,-) It may be doned whether "first" is not one of the innumerable errors with which the text

of this piece is disfigured ; unless we are to read, "first-good," that is first-rate. " company," of which compound no other exanıple has yet been discovered.

And thank your lordship.—By your leave, sweet
ladies :

Re-enter Servant.
[Seats himself between Anne BULLEN
and another lady.

CHAM. How now! what is 't ?
If I chance to talk a little wild, forgive me ;


A noble troop of strangers, — I had it from


For so they seem : they've left their barge, and
Was he mad, sir ?

Sands. O, very mad, exceeding mad, in love too: And hither make, as great ambassadors
But he would bite none ; just as I do now, From foreign princes.
He would kiss you twenty with a breath.


Good lord chamberlain, [Kisses her.

Go, give 'em welcome ; you can speak the French CHAN.

Well said,

lord. -

So, now you're fairly seated.-Gentlemen, And, pray receive 'em nobly, and conduct 'em
The penance lies on you, if these fair ladies Into our presence, where this heaven of beauty
Pass away frowning.

Shall shine at full upon them.—Some attend him.Sands. For my little cure,

[Exit Chamberlain, attended. All rise, Let me alone.

and tables removed. You have now a broken banquet; but we'll mend

it. Hautboys. Enter CARDINAL Wolsey attended, A good digestion to you all: and, once more, and takes his state.

I shower a welcome on ye ;-welcome all!

Hautboys. Enter the King and others, as mas

quers, habited like shepherds; ushered by the Lord Chamberlain. They pass directly before the CARDINAL, and gracefully salute him.

Wol. Y ’are welcome, my fair guests : that

noble lady,
Or gentleman, that is not freely merry,
Is not my friend: this, to confirm my welcome,
And to you all, good health.

[Drinks. Sands.

Your grace is noble : Let me have such a bowl may hold

my thanks,
And save me so much talking.

My lord Sands,
I am beholden to you: cheer your neighbours.-
Ladies, you are not merry ;--gentlemen,
Whose fault is this?

The red wine first must rise
In their fair cheeks, my lord; then we shall have

'em Talk us to silence. ANNE.

You are a merry gamester,
My lord Sands.

Sands. Yes, if I make my play.
IIere's to your ladyship; and pledge it, madam,
For 't is to such a thing,--

You cannot show me. Sands. I told your grace they would talk anon. [Drum and trumpets ; chambers a discharged

without. Wol.

What's that? Cuam. Look out there, some of ye.

[Exit a Servant. Wol.

What warlike voice, And to what end is this?-Nay, ladies, fear

not ; By all the laws of war you're privileg'd.

A noble company! what are their pleasures ?
Cuam. Because they speak no English, thus

they pray'd
To tell your grace ;-That, having heard by fame
Of this so noble and so fair assembly
This night to meet here, they could do no less,
Out of the great respect they bear to beauty,
But leave their focks; and, under your fair

Crave leave to view these ladies, and entreat
An hour of revels with 'em.

Say, lord chamberlain,
They have done my poor house grace ; for which

I pay em

A thousand thanks, and pray 'em take their

pleasures. [ Ladies chosen for the dance. The King

chooses ANNE BULLEN. K. HEY. The fairest hand I ever touch'd! 0,

Till now I never knew thee! [Jusic. Dance.

Wol. My lord, -

Your grace ?
Wol. Pray, tell 'em thus much from me:
There should be one amongst 'em, by his person,
More worthy this place than myself; to whom,

A Chambers-) These are small pieces of ordnance, employed on occas ons of rejoicing, as the sovereign's birthday, &c. Their discharges in this scene were, it is supposed, the occasion of the

fire which destroyed the Globe Theatre in 1613. See the Introductory Notice.


If I but knew him, with my love and duty
I would surrender it.

I will, my


[Whispers the Masquers. Wol. What say they ? CHAM.

Such a one, they all confess, There is, indeed; which they would have your grace Find out, and he will take it. Wol.

Let me see then.

[Comes from his state.

By all your good leaves, gentlemen ;-here I'll

make My royal choice. K. HEN. You have found him, cardinal:

[Unmasking. You hold a fair assembly; you do well, lord: You are a churchman, or, I'll tell you, cardinal, I should judge now unhappily."

a Unhappily.) Wickedly, mischierously, equirocally.




I am glad


Yes, my lord. Your grace is grown so pleasant.


Your grace, K. HEN.

My lord chamberlain, I fear, with dancing is a little heated.
Pr’ythee, come hither : what fair lady's that ? K. HEN. I fear, too much.
CHAM. An't please your grace, sir Thomas Wol.

There's fresher air, my lord,
Bullen's daughter,

In the next chamber. The viscount Rochford,—one of her highness' K. Hen. Lead in your ladies, every one.—Sweet

partner, K. Hen. By heaven, she is a dainty one.- I must not yet forsake you :-let's be merry, Sweetheart,

Good my lord cardinal; I have half a dozen healths I were unmannerly to take you out,

To drink to these fair ladies, and a measure And not to kiss you." A health, gentlemen! To lead 'em once again ; and then let's dream Let it go round.

Who's best in favour.—Let the music knock it.(2) WOL. Sir Thomas Lovell, is the banquet ready

[Exeunt, with trumpets. I' the privy chamber?


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