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With all their honourable points of ignorance
The faith they have in tennis, and tall stockings,
Sands. 'Tis to give them physick, their diseases
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
Well said, lord Sands;
No, my lord;
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 evening 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. . 8 blister'd breeches, 1 Thus the old copy; i. e. breeches puff'd, swellid out like blisters. The modern editors read-bobster'd breeches, which has the same meaning. Steevens. .
9 wear away-] Old copy--wee away. Corrected in the second folio. Malone.
To the cardinal's;
O, 'tis true:
Lov. That churchman bears a bounteous mind indeed;
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,
True, they are so;
I am your lordship’s.
[Exeunt. SCENE IV. 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 Gentlewomen, as Guests; at another Door, enter Sir HENRY GUILDFORD. Guild. Ladies, a general welcome from his grace Salutes ye all: This night he dedicates To fair content, and you: none here, he hopes, In all this noble bevy, 2 has brought with her
1_ My barge stays ;] The speaker is now in the King's pa. lace at Brideweil, from which he is proceeding by water to Yorkplace, (Cardinal Wolsey's house) now Whitehall. Malone. 2- noble bevy,] Milton has copied this word:
« A bevy of fair dames." Johnson. Spenser had, before Shakspeare, employed this word in the same manner :
One care abroad; he would have all as merry
You are young, sir Harry Guildford.
- 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 sate.” The word bevy was originally applied to larks. See the Glossary 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. . e. he would have you as inerry 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. 4- a running banquet -] A running banquet, literally speaking, is a hasty refreshment, as set in opposition to a regular and protracted meal. The former is the object of this 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. “ Queen Margaret and Prince Edward, (says Habingdon, in his History of King Exlward IV,) though by the Earle recalled, found their fate 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 thoughts, is too ob. vious to require explanation.
It should seem from the following lines in the prologile to a comedy called The Walks of Islington, 1657, that some double meaning was couched under the phrase, a running banquet :
I think, would better please them: By my life,
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 : rSeats himself between ANNE BULLEN and
Was he mad, sir?
Well said, my lord.
For my little cure,
and takes his State. Wol. You are welcome, my fair guests; that noble
Your grace is noble: Let me have such a bowl may hold my thanks,
“ The gate unto his walks, through which you may
And save me so much talking
My lord Sands,
The red wine first must rise
You are a merry gamester,
Sands. Yes, if I make my play.5
You cannot show me.
[Drum and trumpets within: chambers discharged.6 Wol.
What warlike voice?
A noble troop of strangers;
5 if I make my play.7 i. e. if I make my party. Steevens. Rather-if I may choose my game. Ritson.
As the measure, in this place, requires an additional syllable, we may, cominodiously enough, read, with Sir T. Hanmer:
Yes, if I may make my play. Steevens:
“ I still think o' the Tower ordinance,