Held current mufick too. Cham. Well faid, Lord Sands; Nor fhall not, while I have a ftump. Love. To the cardinal's; This night he makes a fupper, and a great one, The beauty of this kingdom, I'll affure you. Lov. That churchman bears a bounteous mind, indeed; A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us, His dew falls ev'ry where. Cham. No doubt, he's noble; He had a black mouth, that faid other of him. Cham. True, they are fo; But few now give fo great ones: my barge ftays; Your Lordship fhall along: come, good Sir Thomas, We fhall be late elfe, which I would not be, For I was spoke to, with Sir Henry Guilford, This night to be comptrollers. Sands. I'm your Lordship's. (9) -b'as wherewithal in him; [Exeunt. Sparing would few &c.] Thus this has hitherto been falfely pointed. The wherewithal, intended by Lord Sands, was not in the Cardinal's internal Wealth, the Bounty of his Mind; but the Goods of Fortune, his outward Treafures, large Revenues; which would have aggravated the Sin of Parfimony in him. SCENE SCENE changes to York-house. Hautboys. A fmall table under a ftate for the Cardinal, a longer table for the guests. Then enter Anne Bullen, and divers other ladies and gentlewomen, as guests, at one door; at another door, enter Sir Henry Guilford. Guil. Ladies, a gen'ral welcome from his Grace ye all: this night he dedicates To fair content and you: none here, he hopes, As, first-good company, good wine, good welcome, (10) Enter Lord Chamberlain, Lord Sands and Lovell. O my Lord, y'are tardy; The very thoughts of this fair company Cham. You're young, Sir Harry Guilford. Lov. O, that your Lordship were but now confeffor To one or two of these. Sands. I would, I were; They should find easy penance. Lov. 'Faith, how easy? Sands. As eafy, as a down-bed would afford it. (10) As, firft, good Company, good Wine, &c.] As this Paffage has been all along pointed, Sir Harry Guilford is made to include all thefe under the firft Article; and then gives us the drop as to what fhould follow. The Poet, I am perfuaded, wrote; As firft-good Company, good Wine, good Welcome, &c. i. e. he would have you as merry as thefe three Things can make you, the best Company in the Land, of the beft Rank, good Wine, &c, Cham 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, make cold weather: My Lord Sands, you are one will keep 'em waking; Pray, fit between these ladies. Sands. By my faith, And thank your Lordship. By your leave, fweet ladies; 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; juft as I do now, He'd kiss you twenty with a breath. Cham. Well faid, my Lord: So, now y'are fairly feated: gentlemen, Sands. For my Let me alone. little cure, Hautboys. Enter Cardinal Wolfey, and takes his ftate. Wol. Y'are welcome, my fair guefts; 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 my thanks, Wol. My Lord Sands, I am beholden to you; cheer your neighbour; Sands. The red wine firft must rise [Drinks. In their fair cheeks, my Lord, then we fhall have 'em Talk us to filence. Anne. You're a merry gamefter, My Lord Sands. Sands. Yes, if I make my play: Here's to your Ladyship, and pledge it, Madam: For For 'tis to fuch a thing Anne. You cannot fhew me. Sands. I told your Grace, that they would talk anon. [Drum and trumpets, chambers difcharged. 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 a Servant. Cham. How now, what is't? Serv. A noble troop of ftrangers, For fo they feem, have left their barge and landed; From foreign Princes." Wol. Good Lord Chamberlain, Go, give 'em welcome; you can fpeak the French tongue; Hautboys. Enter King and others as Mafkers, habited like Cham. Because they fpeak no English, thus thy pray'd This night to meet here, they could do no lefs, But leave their flocks, and under your fair conduct Crave leave to view thefe ladies, and entreat An hour of revels with 'em. Wol. Say, Lord Chamberlain, They've done my poor houfe grace: for which I pay 'em A thou A thousand thanks, and pray 'em, take their pleasures. [Chufe ladies, King and Anne Bullen. King. The faireft hand I ever touch'd! O beauty, 'Till now I never knew thee. Wol. My Lord, Cham. Your Grace. [Mufick. Dance. Wol. Pray tell 'em thus much from me: There should be one amongst '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. Wol. What fay they? Cham. Such a one, they all confefs, [Whisper. There is, indeed; which they would have your Grace 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've found him, Cardinal: You hold a fair affembly: you do well, Lord. Wol. I'm glad, Your Grace is grown fo pleasant. King. 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 Highnefs' women 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. |