We shall be late else; which I would not be, Sands. I am your lordship's. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. The Presence-chamber in York Place. 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 GUILDFORD. Guild. Ladies, a general welcome from his grace Salutes ye all; this night he dedicates To fair content, and you. None here, he hopes, In all this noble bevy, has brought with her One care abroad; he would have all as merry Enter Lord Chamberlain, Lord SANDS, and Sir O, my lord, you are tardy; The very thought of this fair company Clapped wings to me Cham. You are young, Sir Harry Guildford. Lov. O, that your lordship were To one or two of these. Sands. I would I were ; They should find easy penance. Lov. but now 'Faith, how easy? Sands. As easy as a down-bed would afford it. Harry, Place you that side; I'll take the charge of this: His grace is entering.-Nay, you must not freeze; Two women placed together makes cold weather:— My Lord Sands, you are one will keep them waking; Pray, sit between these ladies. Sands. By my faith, And thank your lordship.-By your leave, sweet ladies: [Seats himself between ANNE BULlen and another Ladu If I chance to talk a little wild, forgive me; I had it from my father. 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. Cham. [Kisses her. Well said, my lord. So, now you are fairly seated.-Gentlemen, Sands. Let me alone. For my little cure, Hautboys. Enter Cardinal WOLSEY, attended, and takes his state. 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. Sands. [Drinks Your grace is noble :- Let me have such a bowl may hold my thanks, And save me so much talking. Wol. My Lord Sands I am beholding 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 Here's to your ladyship; and pledge it, madam, For 't is to such a thing What warlike voice, Cham. Look out there, some of ye. Wol. And to what end is this?-Nay, ladies, fear not; By all the laws of war you are privileged. Enter a Servant. Cham. How now? what is 't? Serv. A noble troop of strangers, For so they seem, they've left their barge, and landed, And hither make, as great ambassadors From foreign princes. Wol. Good Lord Chamberlain, Go, give 'em welcome; you can speak the French tongue; And, pray, receive 'em nobly, and conduct 'em Into our presence, where this heaven of beauty Shall shine at full upon them.-Some attend him. [Exit Chamberlain. All rise, and tables removed. You have now a broken banquet, but we 'll mend it. A good digestion to you all; once more, I shower a welcome on ye:-Welcome all. Hautboys. Enter the KING, and others, as Masquers, habited like shepherds, 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 prayed To tell your grace :-that, having heard by fame This night to meet here, they could do no less, |