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There will be woe indeed, lords; the fly whorefons
Have got a speeding trick to lay down ladies :
A French song and a fiddle has no fellow.

Sands. The devil fiddle 'em ; I'm glad they're going,
Fos sure there's no converting 'em : now Sirs,
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.

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

Sands. No, my lord,
Nor shall not, while I have a fump.

Cham, Sir Thomas,
Whither are you going?

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

Cham, 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. The churchman bears a bounteous mind indeed;
A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us,
His dew falls ev'ry where.

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

Sands. He may, my lord, h'as wherewithal in him;
Sparing would shew a worse sin than ill do&rine.
Men of his way should be most liberal,
They're fet here for examples.

Cham. True, they are so; But few now give so great ones: my barge stays ; Your lordship Ihall along: come, good Sir Thomas, We shall be late else, which I would not be, For I was spoke to, with Sir Henry Guilford, This night to be comptrollers., Sands. I'm your lordship's.

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SCENE

SCENE VII.
Hautboys. A small table under a state for the Cardi.

nal, a longer table for the guests. Then enter Anne
Bullen, and divers other ladies and gentlemen, as
guests, at one door ; at another door enter Sir Henry
Guilford.

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Guil. Ladies, a general welcome from his grace
Saluces ye all: this night he dedicates
To fair content and you: none here he hopes,
In all this noble bevy, has brought with her
One care abroad: he would have all as merry,
As, first, good company, good wine, good welcome,
Can make good people.

Enter Lord Chamberlain, Lord Sands and Lovello
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.

Sand. 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 pleafe 'em : by my life, They are a lweer 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 easie penance.

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

Cham. Sweet'ladies, will it please you fit: Sir Harry,
Place you that lide, I'll take the charge of this:
His

grace is entring; nay you must not freeze:
Two women plac'd 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 ladies;

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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'd kiss you twenty with a breath.

Cham. Well said, my lord :
So now y'are fairly seated : gentlemen,
The penance lyes on you, if thefe fair Ladies
Pass away frowning.
Sands.

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Let me alone.
Hautboys. Enter Cardinal Wolsey, and takes

his state.
Wal. 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.

Sands. Your Grace is noble:
Let me have fuch a bowl may hold
And save me fo much talking.

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

Sands. The red Wine first muft cise
In their fair cheeks, my lord, then we shall have. 'em
Talk us, to filence.

Anne. You're a merry gamester,
My lord Sands.

Sands. Yes, if I make my play,
Here's to your ladyship, and pledge it, madam:
For 'tis to such a thing

Anne. You cannot Thew me.
Sands, I told your Grace that they would talk anon.

[Drum and trumpets, chambers dischargede
Wol. What's that?
Cham. Look out there, some of ye.
Wela What warlike voice,

And

my thanks,

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

Enter a Servant.
Cham, How now, what is't?

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

Wol. Good Lord Chamberlain,
Go, give 'em welcome; you can speak the French

tongue,
And pray receive 'em nobly, and conduct 'em
Into our prefence, where this heav'n of beauty
Shall shine at full upon them. Some attend him.

[All arise, and tables removed.
You've now a broken banquet, but we'll mend it,
A good digestion to you all; and once more
I showre a welcome on ye: welcome all,
Hautboys. Enter King and others as maskers, habited

like shepherds, user'd 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 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 there ladies, and entreat An hour of revels with 'em.

Wol. Say, Lord Chamberlain, They've done my poor house grace: for which I pay

'em A thousand thanks, and pray 'em take their pleasures.

[Chuse ladies, King and Anne Bullen. King. The faireft hand I ever touch'd! O beauty, Till now I never knew thee. [Mufick. Dance,

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Wol. My lord.
Cham. Your Grace?
Wol. Pray tell 'em thus much from me:
There should be one amongst 'em by his person
More worthy this place than my self, to whom,
If I but knew him, with my love and duty
I would surrender it.

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Cham. I will, my lord.
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 :
By all your good leaves, gentlemen, here I'll make
My royal choice.

King. You've found him, Cardinal :
You hold a fair assembly: you do well, lord.
You are a churcb-man, or I'll tell you, Cardinal,
I should judge you unhappily,

Wel. I am glad.
Your Grace is grown so pleasant.

King. My lord Chamberlain,
Pry’thee come hither, what fair lady's that?
Cham. An't please your Grace, śir Thomas Bullen's

daughter, (The Viscount Rochford,) one of her Highness' women.

King. By heaven she's a dainty one: sweet heart, I were unmannerly to take you out, {To Anne Bullen. And not to kiss you. A health, gentlemen, Let it

go

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

Lov. Yes, my lord.

Wol. Your Grace,
I fear, with dancing is a little heated.

King. I fear too much.

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

King. Lead in your ladies every one: (weet partner, I must not yet

forsake

you;
let's be merry,

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