Hautboys. Enter the King, and others, as Mafkers, habited like Shepherds, ushered by the Lord Chamberlain. They pafs directly before the Cardinal, and gracefully falute him. A noble company! What are their pleafures? Cham. Because they fpeak no Englith, thus they pray'd To tell your grace ;-That having heard by fame This night to meet here they could do no lefs, Wol. Say, lord chamberlain, They have done my poor house grace, for which I pay them A thousand thanks, and pray them take their pleafures. [Chufe Ladies for the Dance. King, and ANNE BULLEN. King. The faireft hand I ever touch'd! O,beauty! 'Till now I never knew thee. [Mufick. Dance. Wol. My lord Cham. Your grace? Wol. Pray, tell 'em that much from me: There should be one among'ft 'em, by his perfon, More worthy this place than myself; to whom, If I but knew him, with my love and duty I would furrender it. Cham. I will, my lord. [Chamberlain goes to the Company, and returns. Wol. What fay they? Cham. Such a one they all confefs, There is, indeed; which they would have your grace C 2 Find Find out, and he will take it. Wol. Let me fee then.— By all your good leaves, gentlemen;-Here I'll make My royal choice. King. You have found him, cardinal: You hold a fair affembly; you do well, lord: You are a churchman, or, I'll tell you cardinal, I fhould judge now unhappily. Wol. I am glad, Your grace is grown fo pleasant. King My lord chamberlain, Pr'ythec, come hither: What fair lady's that? Cham. An't pleafe your grace, Sir Thomas Bullen's daughter, The viscount Rochford, one of her highnefs' women. King. By heaven, she is 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 Lovel, is the banquet ready I' the privy chamber? Lov Yes, my lord. Wel. Your grace, I fear, with dancing is a little heated. Wol. There's frefher air, my lord, In the next chamber. King Lead in your ladies, every one.-Sweet partner, I must yet forfake you :-Let's be merry; Good my lord cardinal, I have half a dozen healths To drink to thefe fair ladies, and a measure To lead them once again; and then let's dream Who's Who's beft in favour.-Let the mufick knock it. [Exeunt with Trumpets. ACT II. SCENE I. A Street. Enter two Gentlemen at feveral Doors. 1 Gentlemen. WHITHER away fo faft? 2 Gen. O-God fave you! Even to the hall to hear what shall become 1 Gen. I'll fave you That labour, fir. All's now done, but the ceremony Of bringing back the prifoner. 2 Gen. Were you there? 1 Gen. Yes, indeed was I. 2 Gen. Pray, fpeak, what has happen'd? 1 Gen. You may guess quickly whạt. 2 Gen. Is he found guilty? 1 Gen. Yes, truly, is he, and condemn'd upon it. 2 Gen. I am forry for❜t. 1 Gen. So are a number more. 2 Gen. But, pray, how pass'd it? 1 Gen. I'll tell you in a little. The great duke Urg'd on the examinations, proofs, confeffions € 3 Of Of divers witneffes; which the duke defir'd 2 Gen. That was he, That fed him with his prophecies? 1 Gen. The fame. [not: All thefe accus'd him strongly; which he fain 2 Gen. After all this, how did he bear himself? 1 Gen. When he was brought again to the barto hear His knell rung out, his judgment—he was stirr'd 1 Gen. Sure, he does not, He never was fo womanish, the cause He may a little grieve at. 2 Gen. Certainly, The cardinal is the end of this. · 1 Gen. 'Tis likely, By all conjectures: First, Kildare's attainder, Earl Surrey was fent hither, and in hafte too, 2 Gen. That trick of state Was a deep envious one. 1 Gen. At his return, No doubt, he will requite it. This is noted, 2 Gen.. All the commons Hate him perniciously, and, o' my confcience, With him ten fathom deep: this duke as much They love and doat on; call him, bounteous BuckThe mirror of all courtesy ; 1 Gen. Stay there, fir, [ingham, And fee the noble ruin'd man you speak of.. Enter BUCKINGHAM from his Arraignment (Tipflaves before him, the Axe with the Edge toward him; Halberds on each Side), accompanied with Sir THOMAS LOVEL, Sir NICHOLAS VAUX, Sir WILLIAM SANDS, and common People, &c. 2 Gen. Let's stand close, and behold him. You that thus far have come to pity me, For |