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As to the Tower, I thought; I would have plaid
his knife into him. King. A giant traitor!
Wol. Now, Madam, may his Highness live in freedom And this man out of prison?
Queen. God mend all.
what lay'st ?
King. There's his period,
Enter Lord Chamberlain, and Lord Sands. Chamb. Si poffible the spells of France mould juggle
cham. As far as I see, all the good our English Have got by the last voyage is but meerly.
fit or two o'ch' face, but they are shrewd ones; For when they hold 'em, you would swear directly
Their very noses had been counsellors
would take it.
Cham. Death ! my lord,
Enter Sir Thomas Lovell.
Cham. What is't for?
Lov. The reformation of our travellid gallants,
Lov. They must either
in France, With all their honourable points of ignorance Pertaining thereunto, as fights and fire-works ; Abusing better men than they can be Out of a foreign wisdom, clean renouncing, The faith they have in tennis, and tall stockings, Short bolster'd breeches, and those types of travel, And understand again like honest men Or pack to their old play-fellows ; there, I take it, They, may, cum privilegio, wear away The lag-end of their lewdness, and be laughid at.
Sands. 'Tis time to give them physick, iheir diseases are grown fo catching.
Cham. What a lols our ladies Will have of these trim vanities? Lov. Ay marry,
There will be woe indeed, lords; the fly whoresons
Sands. The devil fiddle 'em ; I'm glad they're going,
Cham. Well said, lord Sands,
Sands. No, my lord,
Cham, Sir Thoinas,
Lov. To the Cardinal's;
Cham, 0, 'tis true ;
Lov. The churchman bears a bounteous mind indeed;
Cham. No doubt, he's noble;
Sands. He may, my lord, h'as wherewithal in him;
Cham. True, they are so; But few now give so great ones: my barge stays ; Your lordship Thall along: come, good Sir Thomas, We shall be late elle, 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.
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.
Guil. Ladies, a general welcome from his gracę
Enter Lord Chamberlain, Lord Sands and Lovell.
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 refted; I think would better please 'em: by my life, They are a sweet society of fair ones
Lov. O that your lordship were but now confesor To one or two of these.
Sands. I would I were,
Lov. 'Faith, how easy?
Cham. Sweet ladies, will it please you fit : Sir Harry,
Sands. By my faith, And thank your lordship. By your leaye sweet ladies;
Is not my
If I chance to talk a little wild, forgive me :
Anne. Was he mad, Sir ?
Sands. O very mad, exceeding mad in love too;
cue, Let me alone. Hautboys. Enter Cardinal Wolsey, and takes
his state. Wol. Y'are welcome, my fair guests; that noble lady Or gentleman that is not freely merry
friend. This to confirm my welcome, And to you all good health.
Sands. Your Grace is noble:
Wol. My lord Sands,
Sands. The red Wine firft must rife
Anne. You're a merry gamester,
Sands. Yes, if I make my play,
Anne. You cannot Thew me.
[Drum and trumpets, chambers dischargede