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Sands. The devil fiddle 'em! I'm glad they're going:
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.
Nor shall not, while I have a stump.
Cham. Sir Thomas, Whither are you a going?
Lov. To the cardinal's; Your lordship is a guest too.
Cham. O, 't is true:
This night he makes a supper, and a great one,
Lov. That churchman bears a bounteous mind indeed,
A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us.
Sands. He may, my lord, he has wherewithal; in him,
Sparing would show a worse sin than ill doctrine :
Cham. True, they are so;
But few now give so great ones. My barge stays;
We shall be late else: which I would not be ;
Your lordship shall along.
Sands. Ay, ay; if the beauties are there, I must make one among them, to be sure.
A State for the Cardinal, and a Table for the Guests. ANNE BULLEN, Lady DENNY, and other Ladies and Gentlemen, as guests, WOLSEY's Servants attending them, discovered.
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.
Enter Chamberlain, SANDS, and LOVEL.
O my lord, you're tardy;
The very thought of this fair
Clap'd wings to me.
Cham. You are young, sir Harry Guildford.
Lov. O, that your lordship were but now confessor To one or two of these!
Sands. I would, I were;
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? (All sit.) Sir Harry,
that side, I'll take the charge of this.-
His grace is ent'ring.-Nay, you must not freeze;
Two women plac'd together make cold weather :My lord Sands, you are one will keep 'em waking; Pray, sit between these ladies.
Sands. By my faith,
And thank your lordship.-By your leave, sweet ladies:
[Sits between ANNE BULLEN and Lady DENNY. If I chance to talk a little wild, forgive me;
I had it from my father.
Anne. Was he mad, sir?
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. Cham. Well said, my lord.—
So, now you are fairly seated :-Gentlemen,
lies on you,
Pass away frowning.
if these fair ladies
Sands. For my little cure,
Let me alone.
Flourish of Trumpets.
Enter two Gentlemen, WOLSEY, two Pages, and CROMWELL. All rise.—WOLSEY takes his state.
Wol. You are welcome, my fair guests; that noble lady,
Or gentleman, that is not freely merry,
Is not my friend: This, to confirm my welcome;
[Flourish of Trumpets.] ·
Sands. Your grace is noble;
Let me have such a bowl may hold my thanks,
And save me so much talking.
Wol. My lord Sands,
[Servant gives him wine.
I am beholden to you: cheer your neighhours.-
Sands. The red wine first must rise
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 ;
Anne. You cannot show me.
Sands. I told your grace, they would talk anon. [Drums and Trumpets,-Cannon discharged,-All rise. Wol. What's that?
Look out there, some of you.
What warlike voice?
And to what end is this?-Nay, ladies, fear not;
How now? what is 't?
Crom. A noble troop of strangers;
For so they seem: they 've left their barge, and landed; And hither make, as great ambassadors
From foreign princes.
Wol. Good lord chamberlain,
Go, give 'em welcome;
And, 'pray, receive 'em nobly, and conduct 'em
Enter CROMWELL, and Chamberlain, introducing the King, NORFOLK, and SUFFOLK, in masks, and eight Attendants, habited as Shepherds, followed by two Gentlemen.
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 Of this so noble and so fair assembly
KING HENRY VIII.
This night to meet here, they could do no less,
An hour of revels with them.
Wol. Say, lord chamberlain,
They've done my poor house grace; for which I pay them
A thousand thanks, and pray them take their plea
[The King converses with ANNE BULLEN.]
King. The fairest hand I ever touch'd! O, beauty, Till now I never knew thee.
Wol. My lord,
Cham. Your grace?
Wol. 'Pray, tell 'em thus much from me :
I would surrender it.
Cham. I will, my lord.
[Chamberlain goes to the company.
Wol. What say they?
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.
By all your good leaves, gentlemen :-Here I'll make
My royal choice.
King. You've found him, cardinal :—
[The King unmasks—all rise, and bow. 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.
What fair lady's that?