Or gentleman, that is not freely merry, Is not my friend: This, to confirm my welcome; Sands. Your grace is noble [Drinks. Let me have such a bowl may hold my thanks, Wol. My lord Sands, I am beholden to you: cheer your neighbours. Whose fault is this? Sands. The red wine first must rise 640 In their fair cheeks, my lord; then we shall have 'em Talk us to silence. Anne. You are 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 shew me. 650 Sands. I told your grace, they would talk anon. [Drum and Trumpets, Chambers discharg'd. Wol. What's that? Cham. Look out there, some of you. [Exit Servant. Wol. What warlike voice? And to what end is this?-Nay, ladies, fear not; By all the laws of war you are privileg'd. Re-enter Servant. 660 Cham. How now? what is't? Serv. A noble troop of strangers; For For so they seem: they 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 [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 others, as Maskers, habited like Shepherds, ushered 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 This night to meet here, they could do no less, 679 But leave their flocks; and, under your fair conduct, Crave leave to view these ladies, and entreat An hour of revels with them. Wol. Say, lord chamberlain, They have done my poor house grace, for which I pay them A thousand thanks, and pray them take their plea. sures. [Chuse Ladies for the Dance. King, and ANNE BULLEN. King. The fairest hand I ever touch'd! O, beauty! 'Till now I never knew thee. [Musich. Dance. Wol. My lord Cham. Your grace ? Wol. Pray, tell 'em thus much from me : Cham. I will, my lord. Wol. What say they? 690 to the Company, and returns, 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. 700 By all your good leaves, gentlemen ; — Here I'll make My royal choice. King. You have found him, cardinal: You hold a fair assembly; you do well, lord: You are a churchman, or, I'll tell you, cardinal, I should judge now unhappily. Wol. I am glad, Your grace is grown so pleasant. King. My lord chamberlain, Pr'ythee, come hither: What fair lady's that? 710 Cham. An't please your grace, Sir Thomas Bullen's daughter, The viscount Rochford, one of her highness' women. King. By heaven, she is 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 Lovel, is the banquet ready I' the 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. partner, 720 -Sweet I must not yet forsake you :-Let's be merry ;Good my lord cardinal, I have half a dozen healths To drink to these fair ladies, and a measure To lead them once again; and then let's dream Who's best in favour.-Let the musick knock it. 730 [Exeunt, with Trumpets. ACT W ACT II. SCENE 1. A Street. Enter two Gentlemen at several Doors. 1 Gentleman. HITHER away so fast? 2-Gen. O-God save you! Even to the hall, to hear what shall become Of the great duke of Buckingham. 1 Gen. I'll save you That labour, sir. All's now done, but the ceremony Of bringing back the prisoner. 2 Gen. Were you there? 1 Gen. Yes, indeed, was I. 2 Gen. Pray, speak, what has happen'd? 1 Gen. You may guess quickly what. 2 Gen. Is he found guilty? 1 Gen. Yes, truly, is he, and condemn'd upon it. 2 Gen. I am sorry for❜t. 1 Gen. So are a number more. 2 Gen. But, pray, how pass'd it? 1 Gen. I'll tell you in a little. The great duke Came to the bar; where, to his accusations, He pleaded still, not guilty, and alleg'd 10 20 Sir |