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’Faith, my lord, I hear of none, but the new proclamation That's clapp'd upon the court-gale. Cham.

What is 't for?
Lov. The reformation of our travellid gallants,
That fill the court with quarrels, talk, and tailors.
Cham. I am glad, 'tis there; now I would pray our

To think an English courtier may be wise,
And never see the Louvre.

They must either
(For so run the conditions) leave these remnants
Of fool, and feather, 6 that they got in France,

leave these remnants Of fool, and feather,] This does not allude to the feathers an. ciently worn in the hats and caps of our countrymen, (a circumstance to which no ridicule could justly belong) but to an effe. minate fashion recorded in Greene's Farewell to Folly, 1617 ; from whence it appears that even young gentlemen carried fans of feathers in their hands: “ — we strive to be counted womanish, by keeping of beauty, by curling the hair, by cuearing plumes of fea. thers in our hands, which in wars, our ancestors wore on their heads.” Again, in his Quip for an upstart Courtier, 1620: “Then our young courtiers strove to exceed one another in vertue, not in bravery; they rode not with fannes to ward their faces from the wind,” &c. Again, in Lingua, &c. 1607, Phantastes, who is a male character, is equipped with a fan. Steevens.

The text may receive illustration from a passage in Nashe's Life of lacke Wilton, 1594: " At that time (viz. in the court of King Henry VIII,) I was no common squire, no undertroden torch-bearer, I had my feather in my cap as big as a flag in the foretop, my French doublet gelte in the belly, as though (lyke a pig readie to be spitted) all my guts had been pluckt out, a paire of side paned hose that hung down like two scales filled with Holland cheeses, my long stock that sate close to my dock,-my rapier pendant like a round sticke, &c. my blacke cloake of black cloth, ouerspreading my backe lyke a thornbacke or an elephant's eare;-and in consummation of my curiositie, my handes without gloves, all a more French.&c. Ritson.

In Rowley's Match at Midnight, Act I, sc. i, Sim says: “Yes, yes, she that dwells in Blackfryers, next to the sign of The Fool laughing at a Feather,

But Sir Thomas Lovell's is rather an allusion to the feathers which were formerly worn by fools in their caps. See a print on this subject from a painting of Jordaens, engraved by Voert; and again, in the ballad of News and no News:

“ And feathers wagging in a fool's cap.” Douce.

With'all'their honourable points of ignorance
Pertaining thereunto, (as fights, and fireworks;?
Abusing better men than they can be,
Out of a foreign wisdom,) renouncing clean
The faith they have in tennis, and tall stockings,
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,
They may, cum privilegio, wear away!
The lag end of their lewdness, and be laugh'd at.

Sands. 'Tis to give them physick, their diseases
Are grown so catching.

What a loss our ladies
Will have of these trim vanities!

Ay, marry,
There will be woe indeed, lords; the sly whoresons
Have got a speeding trick to lay down ladies;
A French song, and a fiddle, has no fellow.
Sands. The devil fiddle them! I am glad, they 're go-

(For, sure, there's no converting of them ;) now
An honest country lord, as I am, beaten
A long time out of play, may bring his plain-song,
And have an hour of hearing; and, by’r-lady,
Held current musick too.

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

No, my lord;
Nor shall not, while I have a stump.

Sir Thomas,
Whither were you a going?



- fireworks ;] We learn from a French writer quoted in Montfaucon's Monuments de la Monarchie Françoise, Vol. IV, that some very extraordinary fireworks were played off on the even. ing of the last day of the royal interview between Guynes and Ardres. Hence, our “travelled gallants," who were present at this exhibition, might have imbibed their fondness for the pyrotechnic art. Steevens.

- blister'd breeches,] Thus the old copy; i. e. breeches puff'd, swell’d out like blisters. The modern editors read-bolster'd breeches, which has the same meaning. Steevens

9-wear away-] Old copy-wee away. Corrected in the second folio. Malone.

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To the cardinal's;
Your lordship is a guest too.

0, 'tis true:
This night he makes a supper, and a great one,
To many lords and ladies; there will be
The beauty of this kingdom, I'll assure you.

Lov. That churchman bears a bounteous mind indeed,
A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us;
His dews fall every where.

No doubt, he's noble;
He had a black mouth, that said other of him.

Sands. He may, my lord, he has wherewithal; in him,
Sparing would show a worse sin than ill doctrine:
Men of his way should be most liberal,
They are set here for examples.

True, they are so;
But few now give so great ones. My barge stays;?
Your lordship shall along :-Come, good sir Thomas,
We shall be late else: which I would not be,
For I was spoke to, with sir Henry Guildford,
This night to be comptrollers.

I am your lordship’s.

The Presence-Chamber in York-Place.
Hautboys. A small Table under a State for the Cardinal,

a longer Table for the Guests. Enter at one Door,
ANNE BULLEN, and divers Lords, Ladies, and Gen-
tlewomen, as Guests; at another Door, enter Sir
Guild. Ladies, a general welcome from his grace

ye all: This night he dedicates To fair content, and you: none here, he hopes, In all this nobie bevy,2 has brought with her

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My barge stays;) The speaker is now in the King's pa. lace at Brivewell

, from which he is proceeding by water to York. place, (Cardinal Wolsey's house) now Whitehall. Malone.

noble bevy,) Milton has copied this word:

A bevy of fair dames.” Johnson. Spenser had, before Shakspeare, employed this word in the

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One care abroad; he would have all as merry
As first-good company, good wine, good welcome
Can make good people.3 -0, my lord, you are tardy;
Enter Lord Chamberlain, Lord Sands, and Sir

The very thought of this fair company
Clapp'd wings to me.

You are young, sir Harry Guildford.
Sands. Sir Thomas Lovell, had the cardinal
But half my lay-thoughts in him, some of these
Should find a running banquet* ere they rested,

“ And whither runs this bevy of ladies bright?"

Shepheard's Calender. April. Again, in his Faery Queene :

« And in the midst thereof, upon the flowre,

A lovely bevy of faire ladies saie. The word bevy was originally applied to larks. See the Glos, sary to the Shepheard's Calender. Malone.

3 As first good company, &c.] As this passage has been all along pointed, [As first, good company,] Sir Harry Guildford is made to include all these under the first article; and then gives us the drop as to what should follow. The poet, I am persuaded, wrote:

As first-good company good wine, good welcome, &c. i. e. he would have you as merry as these three things can make you, the best company in the land, of the best rank, good wine, &c. Theobald.

Sir T. Hanmer has mended it more elegantly, but with greater violence :

As first, good company, then good wine, &c. Johnson.

a running banquet -- ) A running banquet, literally speak. ing, is a hasty refreshment, as set in opposition to a regular and protracted meal. The foriner is the object of ihis rakish peer; the latter, perhaps, he would have relinquished to those of more permanent desires. Steevens.

A running banquet seems to have meant a hasty banquet. “Q:rcen Margaret and Prince Edward, (says Habingdon, in his Histury of King Edward IV,) though by the Earle recalled, found their fale and the winds so adverse, that they could not land in England, to taste this running banquet to which fortune had invited them.” The hasty banquet, that was in Lord Sands's thouglits, is too obvious to require explanation.

It should seem from the following lines in the prologue to aromedy called The Walks of Islington, 1657, that some double meailing was couched under the phrase, a running banquet: VOL. XI.


I think, would better please them: By my life,
They are a sweet society of fair ones.

Lov. O, that your lordship were but now confessor
To one or two of these!

I would, I were ;
They should find easy penance.

'Faith, how easy ? Sands. As easy as a down-bed would afford it.

Cham. Sweet ladies, will it please you sit? Sir Harry, Place you that side, I'll take the charge of this: His grace is ent'ring.-Nay, you must not freeze; Two women plac'd together makes cold weather:My lord Sands, you are one will keep them waking; Pray, sit between these ladies. Sands.

By my faith, And thank your lordship.-By your leave, sweet ladies: [Seats himself between Anne BULLEN and

another Lady. If I chance to talk a little wild, forgive me; I had it from


father. Anne.

Was he mad, sir? Sands. O, 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. Cham.

Well said,


So, now you are fairly seated :-Gentlemen,
The penance lies on you, if these fair ladies
Pass away frowning.

For my little cure,
Let me alone.
Hautboys. Enter Cardinal WOLSEY, attended;

and takes his State.
Wol. You are welcome, my fair guests; that noble

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

[Drinks. Sands.


is noble: Let me have such a bowl may


my thanks,

“ The gate unto his walks, through which you may
“Behold a pretty prospect of the play;
A play of walks, or you may please to rank it
With that which ladies love, a running banquet.Malone.

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