They may, cum privilegio, wear away The lag end of their lewdness, and be laugh'd at. Sands. 'Tis time to give them physick, their diseases Are grown so catching. Cham. What a loss our ladies Will have of these trim vanities! Lov. Ay, marry, There will be woe indeed, lords; the sly whoresons A French song, and a fiddle, has no fellow. Sands. The devil fiddle them! I am glad, they're going; (For, sure, there's no converting of them ;) now, A long time out of play, may bring his plain-song, This night he makes a supper, and a great one, To many lords and ladies; there will be The beauty of this kingdom, I'll assure you. Lov. That churchman bears a bounteous mind indeed, A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us; His dews fall every where. Cham. No doubt, he's noble; He had a black mouth, that said other of him. Sands. He may, my lord, he has wherewithal; in him, Sparing would show a worse sin than ill doctrine: +"Hold" - MALONE: but held in his first edition. Men of his way should be most liberal, They are set here for examples. Cham. True, they are so; But few now give so great ones. My barge stays;3 Your lordship shall along:- Come, good sir Thomas, 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. Enter, at one Door, ANNE BULLEN, and divers Lords, Ladies, and Gentlewomen, as Guests; at another Door, enter Sir HENRY GUILFORD. Guild. Ladies, a general welcome from his grace To fair content, and you: none here, he hopes, Enter Lord Chamberlain, Lord SANDS, and Sir THOMAS LOVELL. The very thought of this fair company Clapp'd wings to me. 3 My barge stays ;] The speaker is now in the king's palace at Bridewell, from which he is proceeding by water to York-place, (cardinal Wolsey's house) now Whitehall, Cham. You are young, sir Harry Guildford. Sands. Sir Thomas Lovell, had the cardinal But half my lay-thoughts in him, some of these Should find a running banquet ere they rested, I think, would better please them: By my life, They are a sweet society of fair ones. Lov. O, that your lordship were but now confessor To one or two of these! Sands. I would, I were; They should find easy penance. Lov. 'Faith, how easy? Sands. As easy as a down-bed would afford it. Cham. Sweet ladies, will it please you sit? Sir Harry, Place you that side, I'll take the charge of this: His grace is ent'ring. Nay, you must not freeze; Two women plac'd 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 Lady. 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, The penance lies on you, Pass away frowning. Sands. Let me alone. if these fair ladies 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; Sands. [Drinks. Your grace is noble : Let me have such a bowl. may hold my thanks, My lord Sands, Wol. Sands. The red wine first must rise In their fair cheeks, my lord; then we shall have them Talk us to silence. Anne. My lord Sands. Sands. You are a merry gamester, Yes, if I make my play. 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 discharged. Wol. What's that? 4 chambers discharged.] A chamber is a gun which stands erect on its breech. Such are used only on occasions of rejoicing, and are so contrived as to carry great charges, and thereby to make a noise more than proportioned to their bulk. They are called chambers because they are mere chambers to lodge powder; a chamber being the technical term for that cavity in a piece of ordnance which contains the combustibles. Some of them are still fired in the Park, and at the places opposite to the parliament-house when the king goes thither. Cham. Look out there, some of you. Wol. [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 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. I shower a welcome on you; -Welcome all. 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, |