The red wine first must rise Sands. In their fair cheeks, my lord; then we shall have them Here's to your ladyship: and pledge it, madam, You cannot show me. Anne. Wot. 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 tables removed. You have now a broken banquet; but we'll mend it. 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 This night to meet here, they could do no less, But leave their flocks; and, under your fair conduct, An hour of revels with them. Wol. Say, lord chamberlain, They have done my poor house grace; for which I pay them A thousand thanks, and pray them take their pleasures. [Ladies chosen for the dance. The King chooses ANNE Bullen. K. Hen. The fairest hand I ever touch'd! O, beauty, Till now I never knew thee. [Musick. Dance. Wol. My lord,——— Cham. Wol. Your grace? Pray, tell them thus much from me: There should be one amongst them, by his person, More worthy this place than myself; to whom, I would surrender it. Cham. I will, my lord. [CHAM. goes to the company, and returns. Wol. What say they? Cham Such a one, they all confess, There is, indeed; which they would have your grace Find out, and he will take it. Wol. Let me see then. [Comes from his state. By all your good leaves, gentlemen;-Here I'll make My royal choice. K. Hen. You have found him, cardinal: [Unmasking You hold a fair assembly; you do well, lord: Wol.. Your grace is grown so pleasant. K. Hen. I am glad, My lord chamberlain, Pr'ythee, come hither: What fair lady's that? Chum. An't please your grace, sir Thomas Bullen's daughter, The viscount Rochford, one of her highness' women. K. Hen. By heaven, she is a dainty one.-Sweetheart, I were unmannerly, to take you out, And not to kiss you.-A health, gentlemen, Let it go round. Wol. Sir Thomas Lovell, is the banquet ready I' th' privy chamber? Your grace, I fear, with dancing is a little heated. K. Hen. I fear, too much. Wol. In the next chamber. There's fresher air, my lord, K.Hen. Lead in your ladies, every one.-Sweet partner, I must not yet forsake you:-Let's be merry ;Good my lord cardinal, I have half a dozen healths To drink to these fair ladies, and a measure To lead them once again; and then let's dream Who's best in favour.-Let the musick knock it. [Exeunt with trumpets ACT II. SCENE I-A street. Enter two Gentlemen, meeting. 1 Gent. Whither away so fast? 0,-God save you! 2 Gent. Even to the hall, to hear what shall become 1 Gent. I'll save you That labour, sir. All's now done, but the ceremony Of bringing back the prisoner. 2 Gent. Were you there? Pray, speak, what has happen'd' 1 Gent. Yes, indeed, was I. 2 Gent. 1 Gent. You may guess quickly what. 2 Gent. Is he found guilty? 1 Gent. Yes, truly is he, and condemn'd upon it. 2 Gent. I am sorry for❜t. 1 Gent. So are a number more. 2 Gent. But, pray, how pass'd it? 1 Gent. I'll tell you in a little. The great duke Came to the bar; where, to his accusations, He pleaded still, not guilty, and alleg'd Many sharp reasons to defeat the law. Urg'd on the examinations, proofs, confessions At which appear'd against him, his surveyor; 2 Gent. That fed him with his prophecies? 1 Gent. That was he, The same. All these accus'd him strongly; which he fain Much 2 Gent. After all this, how did he bear himself? His knell rung out, his judgement, he was stirr'd Sure, he doth not, He never was so womanish; the cause 2 Gent. The cardinal is the end of this. 1 Gent. Certainly, 'Tis likely, |