Enter Lord Chamberlain, Lord Sands and Lovell. O my Lord, y'are tardy; The very thoughts of this fair company Cham. You're young, Sir Harry Guilford. Lov. O, that your Lordship were but now confeffor To one or two of these. Sands. I would, I were; They should find eafy penance. Lov. 'Faith, how eafy? Sands. As eafy, as a down-bed would afford it. Cham. Sweet ladies, will it please you fit? Sir Harry, Place you that fide, I'll take the charge of this. His Grace is entring. Nay, you must not freeze, Two women, placed together, make cold weather. My Lord Sands, you are one will keep 'em waking; Pray, fit between these ladies. 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; juft as I do now, He'd kifs you twenty with a breath. Cham. Well faid, my Lord. So, now y'are fairly feated. Gentlemen, [Kisses her. Sands. Sands. For my little cure," Let me alone. Hautboys. Enter Cardinal Wolfey, and takes his fiate. Wol. Y'are welcome, my fair guests. That noble lady, Or gentleman, that is not freely merry, Is not my friend., This, to confirm me welcome; Sends. Your Grace is noble. Let me have fuch a bowl may hold And fave me fo much talking. Wol. My Lord Sands, [Drinks, my thanks, I am beholden to you; cheer your neighbour. Sands. The red wine first must rife In their fair cheeks, my Lord, then we thall have 'em Talk us to filence. Anne. You're a merry gamefter, My Lord Sands. Sands. Yes, if I make my play." 1 Here's to your Ladyfhip, and pledge it, Madam, Anne. You cannot fhew me. Sands. I told your Grace, that they would talk anon, [Drum and trumpets, chambers difcharg'd. Wol. What's that? Cham. Look out there, fome of ye. Wol. What warlike voice, And to what end is this? Nay, ladies, fear not; Enter a Servant. Cham. How now? What is't? Serv. A noble troop of ftrangers, Dd For For fo they feem; they have left their barge and landed, And hither make, as great ambaffadors From foreign Princes. Wol. Good Lord Chamberlain, Go, give 'em welcome; you can fpeak the French tongue; And, pray, receive 'em nobly, and conduct 'em Hautboys. Enter King and others as Mafkers, habited like Shepherds, usher'd by the Lord Chamberlain. They pass directly before the Cardinal, and gracefully falute bim. A noble company! what are their pleafures? 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, But leave their flocks, and under your fair conduct An hour of revels with 'em. Wol. Say, Lord Chamberlain, They've done my poor houfe grace, for which I pay 'em A thoufand thanks, and pray 'em take their pleasures. [Chufes ladies, King and Anne Bullen. King. The faireft hand I ever touch'd! O beauty, 'Till now I never knew thee. [Mufick. Dance. Wol. My Lord, - Wel. Wol. [To Cham. afide.] Pray tell 'em thus much from me: There should be one amongst 'em by his perfon Cham. I will, my Lord. [Chamb. goes to the company and returns. Wol. What fay they? Gham. Such a one, they all confefs, There is, indeed; which they would have your Grace Wol. Let me fee then. By all your good leaves, gentlemen, here I'll make King. You've found him, Cardinal, You hold a fair affembly; you do well, Lord, Wol. I'm glad, 8 Your Grace is grown fo pleasant. King. My Lord Chamberlain," Pry'thee, come hither. What fair lady's that? Cham. An't please your Grace, Sir Thomas Bullen's daughter, The Viscount Rochford, one of her Highness' women. King. By heaven, fhe's a dainty one. Sweet heart, 1 were unmannerly to take you out, [To Anne Bullen. And not to kifs you. A health, gentlemen Let it go round. Wol. Sir Thomas Lovell, is the banquet ready I' th' privy chamber? Lov. Yes, my Lord. Wol. Your Grace, I fear with dancing is a little heated. 7 Take it, that is take the chief place. Unhappily, that is, unlucki D d 2 King ly; mischievously. . King. I fear, too much. Wol. There's fresher air, my Lord, In the next chamber. King. Lead in your ladies every one. Sweet partner, I must not yet forfake 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 beft in favour. Let the mufick knock it. [Exeunt with Trumpets. ACT II. SCENE I W ASTREET. Enter two Gentlemen at feveral Doors. I GENTLEMAN, HITHER away fo faft?" 2 Gen. O Sir, God fave ye: Ev'n to the hall, to hear what shall become Of the great Duke of Buckingham. 1 Gen. I'll fave you That labour, Sir. All's now done, but the Ceremony Of bringing back the pris❜ner. 2 Gen. Were you there? 1 Gen. Yes, indeed, was I. 2 Gen. Pray, fpeak, what has happen'd? 1 Gen. You may guefs quickly, what. 2 Gen. Is he found guilty? 1 Gen. Yes, truly is he, and condemn'd upon't? 2 Gen. I'm forry for't.. 1 Gen. So are a number more. 2 Gen. But, pray, how pafs'd it? |