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My lord Sands, I am beholden to you: cheer your neighbours.Ladies, you are not 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 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. Cham. How now? what is't? Sero.
A noble troop of strangers ; For so they seem : they have left their barge, and
Good lord chamberlain, Go, give them welcome ; you can speak the French
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! what are their pleasures? Chum. 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 night 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
pay them A thousand thanks, and pray then 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 than 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.
Your grace, I fear, with dancing is a little heated.
K. Hen. I fear, too much. Wol.
There's fresher air, my lord, In the next chamber. K. Hen. Lead in your ladies, every one.-Sweet
partner, I must not yet forsake you :-Let's be merry;
* The chief place.
Good my lord cardinal, I have half a dozen healths
[Ereunt, with trumpets.
SCENE I. A street.
Enter two Gentlemen, meeting.
1 Gent. Whither away so fast? 2 Gent.
0,-God save you ! Even to the hall, to hear what shall become Of the great duke of Buckingham. 1 Gent.
I'll save you That labour, sir. All's now done, but the ceremony of bringing back the prisoner. 2 Gent.
Were you there? 1 Gent. Yes, indeed, was I. 2 Gent. Pray, speak, what has happen'd? 1 Gent. You may guess quickly what. 2 Gent.
Is he found guilty ? 1 Gent. Yes, truly is he, and condemn'd upon it. 2 Gent. I am sorry for't. 1 Gent.
So are a number more. 2 Gent. But, pray, how pass'd it?
1 Gent. 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 Many sharp reasons to defeat the law. The king's attorney, on the contrary, Urg'd on the examinations, proofs, confessions Of divers witnesses; which the duke desir'd To him brought, viva voce, to bis face;
At which appear'd against him, his surveyor;
That was he, That fed him with his prophecies ? 1 Gent.
2 Gent. After all this, how did he bear himself? 1 Gent. When he was brought again to the bar,
to hear His knell rung out, his judgement,-he was stirr's With such an agony, he sweat extremely, And something spoke in choler, ill, and hasty: But he fell to himself again, and, sweetly, In all the rest show'd a most noble patience.
2 Gent. I do not think, he fears death. 1 Gent.
Sure, he does not. He never was so womanish: the cause He may a little grieve at. 2 Gent.
Certainly, The cardinal is the end of this. 1 Gent.
'Tis likely, By all conjectures: First, Kildare's attainder, Then deputy of Ireland; who remov'd, Earl Surrey was sent thither, and in haste too, Lest he should help his father. 2 Gent.
That trick of state Was a deep envious one. 1 Gent.
At his return,