'They should find easy penance. Lov. Place you that side, I'll take the charge of this: Sands. By my faith, And thank your lordship.-By your leave, sweet ladies : [Seats himself between Anne Bullen and If I chance to talk a little wild, forgive me; Anne. Was he mad, sir? Sands. O, very mad, exceeding mad; in love too: But he would bite none; just as I do now, He would kiss you twenty with a breath. [Kisses her. Cham. Well said, my lord.So, now you are fairly seated:-Gentlemen, The penance lies on you, if these fair ladies Pass away frowning. Sands. Let me alone. For my little cure, Hautboys. Enter Cardinal Wolsey, attended; and takes his state.1 Wol. You are welcome, my fair guests; that noble lady, Or gentleman, that is not freely merry, Is not my friend: This, to confirm my welcome; And to you all good health. [Drinks. Sands. Your grace is noble;Let me have such a bowl may hold my thanks, (1) Chair. And save me so much talking. Wol. My lord Sands, I am beholden to you: cheer your neighbours.Ladies, you are not merry ;-Gentlemen, Whose fault is this? 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, My lord Sands. Sands. Yes, if I make my play.1 Here's to your ladyship; and pledge it, madam, For 'tis to such a thing, Anne. You cannot show me. Sands. I told your grace, they would talk anon. [Drum and trumpets within: chambers? Wol. discharged. Cham. Look out there, some of you. Wol. What's that? [Exit a Servant. 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? Serv. A noble troop of strangers; For so they seem: they have left their barge, and landed; And hither make, as great ambassadors From foreign princes. Wol. Good lord chamberlain, Go, give them welcome; you can speak the French tongue; And, pray, receive them nobly, and conduct them Into our presence, where this heaven of beauty (1) Choose my game. (2) Small cannon. Shall shine at full upon them:-Some attend him.— [Exit Chamberlain, attended. All arise, and tables removed. You have now a broken banquet; but we'll mend it. Hautboys. Enter the King, 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? 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, duct, 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 them take their plea sures. [Ladies chosen for the dance. The King chooses Anne Bullen. K. Hen. The fairest hand I ever touch'd! O, beauty, Till now I never knew thee. Wol. My lord, Cham. [Music. Dance. 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 would surrender it. Cham. 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.1 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: [Unmasking. You hold a fair assembly; you do well, my lord: You are a churchman, or, I'll tell you, cardinal, I should judge now unhappily.2 Wol. Your grace is grown so pleasant. I am glad, K. Hen. My lord chamberlain, Pr'ythee, 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. K. Hen. By heaven, she is a dainty one.--Sweetheart, I were unmannerly, to take you out, And not to kiss you.-A health, gentlemen, Let it go round. Wol. Sir Thomas Lovell, is the banquet ready I'the privy chamber? Lov. Wol. Yes, my lord. Your grace, I fear, with dancing is a little heated. K. Hen. I fear, too much. Wol. In the next chamber. There's fresher air, my lord, K. Hen. Lead in your ladies, every one. -Sweet partner, (1) The chief place. (2) Mischievously. 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 music knock it. [Exeunt, with trumpets. ACT II. SCENE I-A street. Enter two Gentlemen, meeting. 1 Gent. Whither away so fast? 0,-God save you! 2 Gent. 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. 1 Gent. Yes, indeed, was I. 2 Gent. Were you there? 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. (1) Dance. |