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Enter Lord Chamberlain, Lord Sands and Lovell.

O my Lord, y'are tardy;

The very thoughts of this fair company
Clap'd wings to me.

Cham. You're young, Sir Harry Guilford.
Sands. Sir Thomas Lovell, had the Cardinal
But half my lay-thoughts in him, fome of these
Should find a running banquet, ere they rested,
I think, would better pleafe 'em. By my life,
They are a fweet fociety of fair ones.

Lov. O, that your Lordship were but now confeffor To one or two of these.

Sands. I would, I were;

They should find eafy penance.

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Lov. 'Faith, how eafy?

Sands. As eafy, as a down-bed would afford it.

Cham. Sweet ladies, will it please you fit? Sir Harry, Place you that fide, I'll take the charge of this. His Grace is entring. Nay, you must not freeze, Two women, placed together, make cold weather. My Lord Sands, you are one will keep 'em waking; Pray, fit between these ladies.

Sands. By my faith,

And thank your Lordship. By your leave, sweet la

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If I chance to talk a little wild, forgive me,

I had it from my father.

Anne. Was he mad, Sir?

[Sits.

Sands. O, very mad, exceeding mad, in love too; But he would bite none; juft as I do now,

He'd kifs you twenty with a breath.

Cham. Well faid, my Lord.

So, now y'are fairly feated. Gentlemen,
The penance lies on you, if thefe fair ladies
Pafs away frowning.

[Kisses her.

Sands.

Sands. For my little cure,"

Let me alone.

Hautboys. Enter Cardinal Wolfey, and takes his fiate.

Wol. Y'are welcome, my fair guests. That noble lady,

Or gentleman, that is not freely merry,

Is not my friend., This, to confirm me welcome;
And to you all good health.

Sends. Your Grace is noble.

Let me have fuch a bowl may hold

And fave me fo much talking.

Wol. My Lord Sands,

[Drinks,

my thanks,

I am beholden to you; cheer your neighbour.
-Ladies, you are not merry.-Gentlemen,
Whofe fault is this?

Sands. The red wine first must rife

In their fair cheeks, my Lord, then we thall have 'em Talk us to filence.

Anne. You're a merry gamefter,

My Lord Sands.

Sands. Yes, if I make my play."

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Here's to your Ladyfhip, and pledge it, Madam,
For 'tis to fuch a thing-

Anne. You cannot fhew me.

Sands. I told your Grace, that they would talk anon, [Drum and trumpets, chambers difcharg'd.

Wol. What's that?

Cham. Look out there, fome of ye.

Wol. What warlike voice,

And to what end is this? Nay, ladies, fear not;
By all the laws of war y'are privileg'd.,

Enter a Servant.

Cham. How now? What is't?

Serv. A noble troop of ftrangers,
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For fo they feem; they have left their barge and landed,

And hither make, as great ambaffadors

From foreign Princes.

Wol. Good Lord Chamberlain,

Go, give 'em welcome; you can fpeak the French tongue;

And, pray, receive 'em nobly, and conduct 'em
Into our prefence, where this heay'n of beauty
Snall fhine at full upon them. Some attend him,
[All arife, and tables removed.
-You've now a broken banquet, but we'll mend it.
A good digeftion to you all; and, once more,
I fhow'r a welcome on ye. Welcome all.

Hautboys. Enter King and others as Mafkers, habited like Shepherds, usher'd by the Lord Chamberlain. They pass directly before the Cardinal, and gracefully falute bim.

A noble company! what are their pleafures?

Cham. Because they speak no English, thus they pray'd

To tell your Grace, that having heard by fame
Of this fo noble and so fair affembly,

This night to meet here, they could do no less,
Out of the great refpect they bear to beauty,

But leave their flocks, and under your fair conduct
Crave leave to view these ladies, and entreat

An hour of revels with 'em.

Wol. Say, Lord Chamberlain,

They've done my poor houfe grace, for which I pay 'em

A thoufand thanks, and pray 'em take their pleasures. [Chufes ladies, King and Anne Bullen. King. The faireft hand I ever touch'd! O beauty, 'Till now I never knew thee. [Mufick. Dance.

Wol. My Lord,

- Wel.

Wol. [To Cham. afide.] Pray tell 'em thus much

from me:

There should be one amongst 'em by his perfon
More worthy this place than myself, to whom,
If I but knew him, with my love and duty,
I would furrender it.

Cham. I will, my Lord.

[Chamb. goes to the company and returns.

Wol. What fay they?

Gham. Such a one, they all confefs,

There is, indeed; which they would have your Grace
Find out, and he will take it.

Wol. Let me fee then.

By all your good leaves, gentlemen, here I'll make
My royal choice.

King. You've found him, Cardinal,

You hold a fair affembly; you do well, Lord,
You are a churchman, or I'll tell you, Cardinal,
I fhould judge now unhappily.

Wol. I'm glad,

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Your Grace is grown fo pleasant.

King. My Lord Chamberlain,"

Pry'thee, come hither. What fair lady's that?

Cham. An't please your Grace, Sir Thomas Bullen's daughter,

The Viscount Rochford, one of her Highness' women. King. By heaven, fhe's a dainty one. Sweet heart, 1 were unmannerly to take you out, [To Anne Bullen. And not to kifs you. A health, gentlemen

Let it go round.

Wol. Sir Thomas Lovell, is the banquet ready I' th' privy chamber?

Lov. Yes, my Lord.

Wol. Your Grace,

I fear with dancing is a little heated.

7 Take it, that is take the chief place.

Unhappily, that is, unlucki

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ly; mischievously.

. King. I fear, too much.

Wol. There's fresher air, my Lord, In the next chamber.

King. Lead in your ladies every one. Sweet partner, I must not yet forfake you. Let's be merry; Good my Lord Cardinal, I have half a dozen healths To drink to these fair ladies, and a measure⠀ To lead them once again; and then let's dream Who's beft in favour. Let the mufick knock it.

[Exeunt with Trumpets.

ACT II. SCENE I

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ASTREET.

Enter two Gentlemen at feveral Doors.

I GENTLEMAN,

HITHER away fo faft?"

2 Gen. O Sir, God fave ye:

Ev'n to the hall, to hear what shall become

Of the great Duke of Buckingham.

1 Gen. I'll fave you

That labour, Sir. All's now done, but the Ceremony

Of bringing back the pris❜ner.

2 Gen. Were you there?

1 Gen. Yes, indeed, was I.

2 Gen. Pray, fpeak, what has happen'd?

1 Gen. You may guefs quickly, what.

2 Gen. Is he found guilty?

1 Gen. Yes, truly is he, and condemn'd upon't?

2 Gen. I'm forry for't..

1 Gen. So are a number more.

2 Gen. But, pray, how pafs'd it?

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