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This night to be comptrollers.
Sands. I'm your lordship’s.
SCENE changes to York-house. Hautboys. A small table under a state for the Cardinal, a
longer Table for the guests. Then enter Anne Bullen, and divers other ladies and gentlemen, as guests, at one door; at another door, enter Sir Henry Guilford.
Guil. Ladies, a gen’ral welcome from his Grace
Enter Lord Chamberlain, Lord Sands and Lovell.
Cham. You're young, Sir Harry Guilford.
Sands. 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 'em : by my life, They are a sweet fociety of fair ones.
Lov. O, that your lordship were but now confessor
Sands. I would I were
Lov, 'Faith, how easie?
(12) As, first, good Company, good Wine, &c.] As this Passage has been all along pointed, Sir Harry Guilford is made to include All thele under the forft Article ; and then gives us the Drop as to What should follow. The Poet, I am perswaded, wrote ;
As first-good Company, good Wine, good Welcome, &c. i. e. he would have you as merry as these 3 Things can make You, the belt Company in the Land, of the best Rank, good Wine, &c. B 4
Cham. Sweet ladies, will it please you sit? Şir Harry, Place
you that fide, I'll take the charge of this :
Sands. By my faith,
Anne. Was he mad, Sir?
Sands. O, very mad, exceeding mad, in love too;
Cham. Well said, my lord :
Sands. For my little cure, (13)
Hautboys. Enter. Cardinal Wolsey, and takes his state.
Wol. Y'are welcome, my fair guests; that noble lady,
Wol. My lord Sands,
Sands. The red wine first must rise
(13) For my little Cure,] This Word I have restor'd from the first Folio. Some of the modern Editions read, Cue. But Lord Sands seems to me to prosecute the idea of penance, mention'd, by the Lord Chamberlain, and. humourously alluded to the Cure of Souls.
Anne. You're a merry gamefter,
Sands. Yes, if I make my play :
Anne. You cannot Thew me.
[Drum and trumpets, chambers discharged. Wol. What's that? Cham. Look out there, some of
Enter a Servant.
Ser. A noble troop of strangers,
Wol. Good Lord Chamberlain,
[All arise, and tables removed. You've now a broken banquet, but we'll mend it. A good digestion to you all ; and, once more, I showre a welcome on ye: welcome all. Hautboys. Enter King and others as Maskers, habited like
Shepherds, ußer'd by the Lord Chamberlain. They pass
direetly before the Cardinal, and gracefully salute him. 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, 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
Wol. Say, Lord Chamberlain,
[Chuse ladies, King and Anne Bullen. King. The faireft hand I ever touch'd! O beauty, ?Till now I never knew thee.
[Mifick. Dance. Wol. My lord, Cham. Your Grace ;
Wol. Pray tell 'em thus much from me :
[Whisper. Cham. I will, my Lord. Wol. What say they?
Cham. Such a one, they all confess,
Wol. Let me see then:
King. You've found him, Cardinal :
Wol. I'm glad,
King My lord Chamberlain,
Cham. An't please your Grace, Sir Thomas Bullen's (The Viscount Rochford,) one of her Highness' women.
King. By heaven, she's a dainty one: sweet heart,
Wol. Sir Thomas Lavell, is the banquet ready
Wol. Your Grace,
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 forsake 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 best in favour. Let the musick knock it.
[Exeunt with Trumpets.
SCENE, a Street.
HITHER away so faft?
2 Gen. O Sir, God save ye:
Of the great Duke of Buckingham.
2 Gen. Were you there?