For, when they hold 'em, you would swear directly, Their very noses had been counsellors To Pepin, or Clotharius, they keep state so. 521 Sands. They have all new legs, and lame ones; one would take it, That never saw them pace before, the spavin And springhalt reign'd among 'em. Cham. Death! my lord, Their clothes are after such a pagan cut too, now? What news, Sir Thomas Lovel? Enter Sir THOMAS LOVEL. Lov. Faith, my lord, 539 I hear of none, but the new proclamation Cham. What is't for Lov. The reformation of our travell'd gallants, That fill the court with quarrels, talk, and tailors. Cham. I am glad, 'tis there; now I would pray our monsieurs To think an English courtier may be wise, And never see the Louvre. Lov. They must either (For so run the conditions) leave these remnants 540 Abusing Abusing better men than they can be, Out of a foreign wisdom), renouncing clean Or pack to their old play-fellows: there, I take it, 550 The lag end of their lewdness, and be laugh'd at. Sands..'Tis time to give them physick, their dis eases Are grown so catching. Cham. What a loss our ladies Will have of these trim vanities! Lov. 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 'em! I am glad, they're going 560 (For, sure, there's no converting of 'em); now 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 stump. Cham. Sir Thomas, Whither were you a going? 570 Lov. To the cardinal's; Your lordship is a guest too. Cham. O, 'tis true : This night he makes a supper, and a great one, Lov. That churchman bears a bounteous mind in deed, A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us; Cham No doubt, he's noble; He had a black mouth, that said other of him. 58. Sands. He may, my lord, he has wherewithal; in him, Sparing would shew a worse sin than ill doctrine : 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 Tho mas, We shall be late else; which I would not be, 590 This night to be comptrollers. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. Changes to York-Place. Hautboys. A small Table under a State for the Cardinal, a longer Table for the Guests. Then enter ANNE BULLEN, and divers other Ladies and Gentlewomen, as Guests, at one Door; at another Door, enter Sir HENRY GUILDFORD. Guil. Ladies, a general welcome from his grace Salutes you 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.-O, my lord, you are tardy; Enter Lord Chamberlain, Lord SANDS, and Sir THOMAS LOVEL. The very thought of this fair company Clap'd wings to me. Cham. You are young, Sir Harry Guildford. 601 Lov. O, that your lordship were but now confessor To one or two of these! Sands. I would, I were; 610 They 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 Place you that side, I'll take the charge of this: Sands. By my faith, And thank your lordship.-By your leave, sweet la dies: If I chance to talk a little wild, forgive me; I had it from my father. Anne. Was he mad, sir? [Sits. 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. So, now you are fairly seated :-Gentlemen, Pass away frowning. Sands. For my little cure, Let me alone. Hautboys. 630 Enter Cardinal WOLSEY, and takes his State. Wol. You are welcome, my fair guests; that noble lady, |