For I was spoke to, with Sir Henry Guilford, This Night to be Comptrollers. SCENE IV. [Exeunt. Hautboys. A fmall 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 Guilford. Guil. Ladies, A general Welcome from his Grace To fair Content, and you: None here he hopes, Enter Lord Chamberlain, Lord Sands, and Lovell. 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 eafie as a Down Bed would afford it. Cham. Sweet Ladies, will it pleafe 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, 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; He would kiss you twenty with a breath. So now y'are fairly feated: Gentlemen, The Penance lyes on you, if these fair Ladies Sands. For my little Cue, Let me alone. Hautboys. Enter Cardinal Wolfey, 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 my Thanks, Wol. My Lord Sands, I am beholding to you; cheer your Neighbour: Sands. The red Wine firft muft rife In their fair Cheeks, my Lord, then we shall have 'em Anne. You are a merry Gamefter, My Lord Sands. Sands. Yes, if I make my Play: Here's to your Ladifhip, 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 anon. 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, From Foreign Princes. Wol. Good Lord-Chamberlain, Go, give 'em welcome; you can fpeak the French Tongue, Shall fhine at full upon them. Some attend him. [All arife, and Tables removed. You have now a broken Banquet, but we'll mend it. I fhowre a welcome on ye: welcome all. Hautboys. Enter King and others as Maskers, habited like Shepherds, uber'd by the Lord Chamberlain. They pass 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 House grace: For which I pay 'em a thousand thanks, pray 'em take their Pleasures. And 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 fhould be one amongst 'em by his Perfon More worthy this Place than my felf, 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, There is indeed, which they would have Find out, and he will take it. 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, [Whisper. 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 half a dozen Healths [Exeunt with Trumpets. АСТ ACT II. SCENE I 'Enter two Gentlemen at feveral Doors. 1 Gen. Hither away fo faft? 2 Gen. O, God fave ye: Even to the Hall, to hear what shall become Of the great Duke of Buckingham. r Gen. I'll fave you That labour, Sir. All's now done, but the Ceremony 2 Gen. Were you there? 1 Gen. Yes indeed was I. 2 Gen. Pray fpeak what has hapned. 1 Gen. Yes, truly is he, And condemn'd upon't. 2 Gen. I am forry for't. 1 Gen. I'll tell you in a little. The great Duke 2 Gen. That was he, That fed him with his Prophecies. 1 Gen. The fame. All these accus'd him ftrongly, which he fain Have found him guilty of high Treafon. Much He |