Sund. Sir Thomas Lovell, had the cardinal Lov. O, that your lordship were but now confessor I would, I were; ’ '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, 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, my lord. So, now you are fairly seated :-Gentlemen, The penance lies on you, if these fair ladies Pass away frowning. For my little cure, Hautboys. Enter Cardinal Wolsey, attended; and takes his state. 8 Wol. You are welcome, my fair guests; that no ble 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 is noble ;Let me have such a bowl may thanks, My lord 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, Sands. Yes, if I make my play. 9 You cannot show me. [Drum and trumpets within : Chambers discharged. & Chair. 9 Choose my game. i Small cannon. Wol. What's that? Cham. Look out there, some of you. [Exit a Servant. Wol. What warlike voice? And to what end is this ?-Nay, ladies, fear not ; By all the laws of war you are privileg'd. Re-enter Servant. Cham. How now? what is't? A noble troop of strangers ; For so they seem : they have left their barge, and landed; Good lord chamberlain, 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 him.“ [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. Hautboys. 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 pray'd To tell your grace ;-That, having beard 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 plea sures. [Ladies chosen for the dance. The King chooses ANNE BULLEN, K. Hen. The fairest hand I ever touch'd! O, beauty, Till now I never knew thee. [Musick. Dance. Wol. My lord, Cham. Your grace? IV ol. 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: I will, my lord. Such a one, they all confess, There is, indeed; which they would have your grace Find out, and he will take it. 2 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. 3 Wol. I am glad, Your grace is grown so pleasant. · K. Hen. My lord chamberlain, Pr’ythee, 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-Sweet heart, Wol. Sir Thomas Lovell, is the banquet ready |