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The presence chamber in York-place.
Hautboys. A small table under a state for the
Cardinal, a longer table for the guests. Enter at one door Anne Bullen, and divers Lords, Ladies, and Gentlewomen, as guests; ut another door, enter Sir Henry Guildford.
Guild. Ladies, a general welcome from his grace Salutes ye 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 welconie, Can make good people.—0, my lord, you are tardy;
Enter Lord Chamberlain, Lord Sands, and Sir
Cham. You are young, sir Harry Guildford.
Sand. Sir Thomas Lovell, had the cardinal But half my lay-thoughts in him, some of these Should find a running banquet ere they rested, I think, would better please them : By my life, They are a sweet society of fair ones. Lou. O, that your lordship were but now con
I would I were ;
'Faith, how easy?
Sands. As easy as a down-bed would afford it.
By my faith,
Was he mad, sir?
[Kisses her. Cham.
Well said, my lord.
For my little cure,
Hautboys. Enter Cardinal Wolsey, attended;
and takes his state.
Wol. You are welcome, my fair guests; that no.
Your grace is noble;-
My lord Sands, I am beholden to you: cheer your neighbours.Ladies, you are pot merry;-Gentlemen, Whose fault is this? Sands.
The red wine first must rise In their fair cheeks, my lord; then we shall have
them Talk us to silence, Anne.
You are a merry gamester,
Sands. Yes, if I make my play".
You cannot show me. Sands. I told your grace, they would talk anou, [Drum and trumpets within: chamberst
What's that? Cham. Look out there, some of you.
[Erit a Serdant. Wol.
What warlike voice? And to what end is this ?-Nay, ladies, fear not; By all the laws of war you are privileg'd.
Cham. How now? what is't?
A noble troop of stravgers ; For so they seem : they have left their barge, and
Good lord chamberlain,
toogue; And, pray, receive them nobly, and conduct them lato our presence, where this heaven of beauty
. Choose my game.
+ Small cannon.
Shall shine at full upon them :-Some attend him.
[Erit Chamberlain, attended. 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 Kivg, and twelve others, as
maskers, habited like Shepherds, with sixteen Torch-bearers ; ushered by the Lord Chamberlain. They pass directly before the Cardinal,
and gracefully salute him. A noble company! wbat 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 This vight to meet here, they could do no less, Out of the great respect they bear to beauty, 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
A thousand thanks, and pray them take their plea
sures. (Ladies chosen for the dance. The King
chooses Anne Bullen. K. Hen. The fairest hand I ever touch'd! 0,
beauty, Till now I never knew thee, [Musick. Dance.
Wol. My lord, Cham.
Your grace? Wol.
Pray, tell them thus much from me: There should be one amongst them, by his person, More worthy this place thau myself; to whom, If I but knew him, with my love and duty I would surrender it,
I will, my lord. (Cham. goes to the company, and returns. 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.
[Comes from his state. By all your good leaves, gentlemen;-Here I'll make My royal choice. K. Hen. You have found him, cardinal :
I am glad,
My lord chamberlain,
len's daughter, The viscount Rochford, one of her highness' women. K. Hen. By heaven, she is a dainty one.-Sweet
Wol. Sir Thomas Lovell, is the banquet ready
Yes, my lord.
K. Hen. I fear, too much.
There's fresher air, my lord,
partner, I must not yet forsake you :-Let's be merry;
* The chief place.