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(For, sure, there's no converting of them;) now
Well said, lord Sands;
No, my lord;
To the cardinal's;
0, 'tis true:
indeed, A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us; His dews fall every where. | Cham.
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. Cham.
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,
I am your lordship’s.
THE PRESENCE-CHAMBER IN YORK-PLACE.
Hautboys. A small table under a state for the Car
dinal, 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, 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.--0, my lord, you are
Enter Lord Chamberlain, Lord Sands, and Sir
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
I would, I were;
'Faith, how easy? Sands. As easy as a down-bed would afford it. Cham. Sweet ladies, will it please you siti 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
Was he mad, sir?
[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
: Your grace is noble:--
My lord Sands,
The red wine first must rise
them Talk us to silence. Anne.
You are a merry gamester,
Sands. Yes, if I make my play.
You cannot show me.
[Drum and trumpets within : chambers
• discharged. Wol.
What's that? Cham. Look out there, some of you.
[Exit a Serrant. Wol.
What warlike voice?.
And to what end is this?-Nay, ladies, fear not; By all the laws of war you are privileg'd.
A noble troop of strangers, For so they seem: they have left their barge, and
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; usher'd by the Lord Chamberlain. They puss 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