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Sands. The devil fiddle 'em ! I'm glad they're
going : 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;
Sands. No, my lord ;
Cham. Sir Thomas,
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, To many lords and ladies; there will be The beauty of this kingdom, I'll assure you. Lov. That churchınan bears a bounteous mind
indeed, A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us. Sands. He may, my lord, he has wherewithal; in
Cham. True, they are so ;
Sands. Ay, ay; if the beauties are there, I must make one among them, to be sure.
Musick. 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.
you all : This night he dedicates
Enter Chamberlain, SANDS, and Lovel.
Cham. You are young, sir Harry Guildford.
Sands. Sir Thomas Lovel, had the cardinal
Lov. O, that your lordship were but now confessor To one or two of these!
Sands. I would, I were ;
Lov. 'Faith, how easy?
[Flourish' of Trumpets.]
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 la
[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:
Cham. Well said, my lord.—
lies on you, if these fair ladies Pass away frowning.
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
Flourish of Trumpets.] ·
[Servant gives him wine.
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,
Sands. Yes, if I make my play.
[Drinks. 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?
[Exit CromwELL. What warlike voice ? And to what end is this ?---Nay, ladies, fear not ; By all the laws of war you are privileg’d. [All sit.
Enter CROMWELL. 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 Into our presence, where this heaven of beauty Shall shine at full upon them :-Some attend him.
[Exeunt Chamberlain, Cromwell, and two Gentlemen. You've 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.
Musick. Enter Cromwell, and Chamberluin, introducing the
King, NORFOLK, and SUFFOLK, in masks, and right Attendants, habited as Shepherds, followed by two Gen
tlemen. 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,
Wol. Say, lord chamberlain,
A thousand thanks, and pray them take their plea
[The King converses with Anne Bullen.]
[A Dance.] King. The fairest hand I ever touch'd! O, beauty, Till now I never knew thee,
Wol. My lord,-
Wol. 'Pray, tell’em thus much from me:
[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 low,
Wol. I am glad,
King. My lord chamberlain,-