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Enter Lord Chamberlain, LORD Sands, and Sır

THOMAS LOVELL.
The very thought of this fair company
Clapp'd wings to me.
Cham. 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,
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 !
Sands.

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

'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 my father.
Anne.

Was he mad, sir ?
Sands. 0, 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, my lord.-
So, now you are fairly seated :-Gentlemen,
The penance lies on you, if these fair ladies
Pass away frowning.

Sands.

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

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 bold my thanks,
And save me so much talking.
Wol.

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

The red wine first must rise
In their fair cheeks, my lord; then we shall have them
Talk us to silence.

Anne. You are a merry gamester,
My lord Sands.

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

You cannot show me.
Sands. I told your grace they would talk anon.

[Drum and trumpets within : Chambers

discharged. Wol.

What's that? Cham. 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 ye are privileg'd.

Re-enter Servant. Cham. How now ? what is 't?

Serv.

A noble troop of strangers ; For so they seem; they have left their barge, and landed; And hither make, as great ambassadors From foreign princes. Wol.

Good lord chamberlain, *
Go, give them welcome, you can speak the French

tongue;
And, pray, receive them nobly, and conduct them
Into our presence, where this heaven of beauty
Shall shine at full upon them :-Some attend bim.-

[Exit Chamberlain, attended. All arise, and

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 you ;-Welcome all. Hauthoys. Enter the King, and twelve others, as

maskers, habited like shepherds, with sixteen torchbearers; ushered by the Lord Chamberlain. They pass directly before the Cardinal, and gracefully

salute him. A noble company! what are their pleasures ?

Cham. Because they speak no English, thus they 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 flocks; and, under your fair conduct, Crave leave to view these ladies, and entreat An hour of revels with them. Wol.

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

them A thousand thanks, and pray them take their pleasures.

[Ladies chosen for the dance. The King

chooses ANNE BULLEN.

pray'd

K. Hen. The fairest hand I ever touch'd! O, heauty, Till now I never knew thee.

[Music. Dance. Wol. My lord. Cham. Your grace ?

Wol. Pray, tell them thus much from me:
There should be one amongst them, by his person,
More worthy this place than myself; to whom,
If I but knew him, with my love and duty
I would surrender it.
Cham.

I will, my lord.
[Cham. goes to the company, and returns.
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 unbappily.
Wol.

I am glad
Your grace is grown so pleasant.
K. Hen.

My lord chamberlain,
Prithee, 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.

K. Hen. By heaven, she is a dainty one.-Sweetheart, I were unmannerly to take you out, And not to kiss you.—A health, gentlemen, Let it go round.

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

Your grace,

Lov.

Yes, my lord.
Wol.
I fear, with dancing is a little heated.

K. Hen, I fear, too much.

Wol. There 's fresher air, my lord,
In the next chamber.
K. Hen. Lead in your ladies, every one.-Sweet

partner,
I must not yet forsake 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 best in favour.-Let the music knock it.

[Exeunt, with trumpets.

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