Cham. What a lofs our Ladies WiI have of these trim Vanities? Lov. Ay marry, There will be wo indeed, Lords, the fly Whorefons I am glad they are going, For fure there's no converting 'em : Now A long time out of play, may bring his plain Song, Cham. Well faid, Lord Sands, Nor fhall not, while I have a Stump. Lov. To the Cardinal's ; Cham. O, 'tis true; This Night he makes a Supper, and a great one, Bears a bounteous mind indeed; A hand as fruitful as the Land that feeds us, His Dew falls every where, Cham. No doubt, he's noble; He had a black Mouth that faid other of him. Sands. He may, my Lord, H'as wherewithal in him; Sparing would fhew a worfe fin, than ill Doctrine. Men of his way should be moft liberal, They are fet here for Examples, Cham. True, they are fo; But few now give fo great ones: My Barge ftays; Your Lordship fhall along: Come, good Sir Thomas, For For I was spoke to, with Sir Henry Guilford, SCENE [Exeunt. IV. Hautboys. A fmall Table under a State for the Cardinal, 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 general Welcome from his Grace To fair Content, and you: None here he hopes, One Care abroad: he would have all as merry, As firft, good Company, good Wine, good Welcome, Enter Lord Chamberlain, Lord Sands and Lovell. O my Lord, y'are tardy; The very thought of this fair Company Clap'd Wings to me. Cham. You are young, Sir Henry Guilford, Lov. O that your Lordship were but now Confeffor Sands. I would I were, They should find cafie Penance. Lov. 'Faith, how eafie? Sands. As cafie 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 plac'd together makes cold Weather: My Lord Sands, you are one will keep 'em waking; Pray fit between thefe Ladies, Sands. Sands. By my Faith, And thank your Lordship. By your leave, fweet Ladies, Anne. Was he mad, Sir? Sands. O very mad, exceeding mad, in love too; He would kiss you twenty with a breath. So now y'are fairly feated: Gentlemen, Sands. For my little Cue, Let me alone. Hawboys. Enter Cardinal Wolley, and takes his State. Wol. Y'are welcome, my fair Guests; that noble Lady Or Gentleman that is not freely merry Is not my Friend. This to confirm my welcome, Sands. Your Grace is Noble, Let me have fuch a Bowl may hold And fave me fo much talking. Wol. My Lord Sands, my Thanks, I am beholding to you; cheer your Neighbour: Whole fault is this? Sands. The red Wine first must rise In their fair Cheeks, my Lord, then we shall have 'em Anne. You are a merry Gamester, My Lord Sands. Sands. Yes, if I make my Play: Here's to your Ladiship, and pledge it, Madam: For 'tis to fuch a thing. Anne. You cannot fhew me. Drum and Trumpets, Chambers difcharged. Sands. I told your Grace, they would talk aron. 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 Enter a Servant. Cham. How now, what is't? Ser. A noble Troop of Strangers, For fo they feem; they have left their Barge and landed, And hither make, as great Ambaffadors From Foreign Princes. Wol. Good Lord Chamberlain. Ge, give 'em welcome; you can fpeak the French Tongue, [All arife, and Tables removed. You have now a broken Banquet, but we'll mend it. A good Digeftion to you all; and once more I fhowre a welcome on ye: welcome all. Hautboys. Enter King and others as Maskers, habited like Shepherds, usher'd by the Lord Chamberlain. They pafs directly before the Cardinal, and gracefully falute him. A Noble Company: what are their Pleasures? This Night to meet here, they could do no lefs, Wol. Say, Lord Chamberlain, They have done my poor Houfe grace: And pray 'em take their Pleasures. King. The faireft hand I ever touch'd: O Beauty, Till now I never knew thee, Wol. My Lord. Cham. Your Grace. [Chufe Ladies, King and Anne Bullen. [Mufick, Dance. Wol. Pray tell 'em thus much from me: There thould be one amongft 'em by his Perfon More worthy this Place than my felf, to whom, If If I but knew him, with my Love and Duty I would furrender it. Cham. I will, my Lord. Wol. What fay they? Cham. Such a one, they all confess, [Whisper. 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 have found him, Cardinal: You hold a fair Affembly, you do well, Lord. Wol. I am glad Your Grace is grown fo pleasant. ·King. My Lord Chamberlain, Prithee come hither, what fair Lady's that? Sir Thomas Bullen's Daughter, the Viscount Rochford, King. By Heav'n fhe's a dainty one : Sweet heart, I 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, King. I fear too much. Wol. There's fresh Air, my Lord, In the next Chamber. King. Lead in your Ladies every one: Sweet Partner, Good my Lord Cardinal: I have a dozen Healths [Exeunt with Trumpets. ACT |