After your highness had reprov'd the duke
About Sir William Blomer,-
King. I remember

Of such a time :-Being my sworn servant,

The duke retain'd him his.-But on: What hence? Surv. "If," quoth he, "I for this had been committed,

As to the Tower, I thought, I would have play'd
The part my father meant to act upon

The usurper Richard: who, being at Salisbury,
Made suit to come in his presence; which, if granted,
As he made semblance of his duty, would

Have put his knife into him."

King. A giant traitor!

Wol. Now, madam, may his highness live in freedom,

And this man out of prison?

Queen. Heaven mend all!

King. There's something more would out of thee? What say'st?

Surv. After the duke his father,"-with-" the knife,"

He stretch'd him, and, with one hand on his dagger,
Another spread on his breast, mounting his eyes,
He did discharge a horrible oath; whose tenour
Was,-Were he evil us'd, he would outgo
His father, by as much as a performance
Does an irresolute purpose.

King. [Rises.] There's his period,

To sheathe his knife in us. He is attach'd;
Call him to present trial; if he may
Find mercy in the law, 'tis his; if none,
Let him not seek't of us; by day and night,
He's traitor to the height.

[Flourish of Trumpets.—Exeunt.

SCENE III.

An Apartment in the Palace.

Enter LORD SANDS and CHAMBERLAIN.

Cham. Is it possible, the spells of France should juggle

Men into such strange mysteries?

Sands. New customs,

Though they be never so ridiculous,

Nay, let them be unmanly, yet are follow'd.
They've all new legs, and lame ones; one would
take it,

That never saw them pace before, the spavin,
A springhalt, reign'd among them.

Enter LovEL.

Cham. What news, Sir Thomas Lovel?
Lov. 'Faith, my lord,

I hear of none, but the new proclamation
That's clapp'd upon the court gate.

Cham. What is't for?

Lov. The reformation of our travel'd gallants, That fill the court with quarrels, talk, and tailors: Cham. I am glad, 'tis there; now I would pray our

monsieurs

To think an English courtier may be wise,
And never see the Louvre.

Sands. What a loss our ladies

Will have of these trim vanities!

Lov. Ay, marry,

There will be woe indeed, lords;

A French song, and a fiddle, has no fellow.

Sands. The devil fiddle 'em! I'm glad they're

Now,

going:

An honest country lord, as I am, beaten

A long time out of play, may bring his plain song,
And have an hour of hearing; and, by'r lady,
Held current music too.

Cham. Well said, lord Sands;

Your colt's tooth is not cast yet.
Sands. No, my lord;

Nor shall not, while I have a stump.

Cham. Sir Thomas,

Whither are you going?

Lov. To the cardinal's;

Your lordship is a guest too.

Cham. O, 'tis true:

This night he makes a supper, and a great one,
Το 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.

Sands. He may, my lord, he has wherewithal; in

him,

Sparing would show a worse sin than ill doctrine
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 ;
Come, good Sir Thomas,

We shall be late else: which I would not be ;
For I was spoke to, with Sir Henry Guildford,
This night to be comptrollers.-

Your lordship shall along.

Sands. Ay, ay; if the beauties are there, I must make one among them, to be sure..

:

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV.

York Place.

Music.

A State for the CARDINAL, and a Table for the GUESTS.-ANNE BULLEN, LADY DENNY, and : other LADIES, GENTLEMEN, as Guests, WOLSEY'S SERVANTS attending them, discovered.

Enter GUILDFORD.

Guild. Ladies, a general welcome from his grace Salutes you 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
As first-good company, good wine, good welcome,
Can make good people.

Enter CHAMBERLAIN, SANDS, and LovEL.
O my lord, you're tardy;

The very thought of this fair company
Clapp'd wings to me.

Cham. You are young, Sir Harry Guildford.
Sands. Sir Thomas Lovel, 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? [All sit.] Sir Harry,

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Place you that side, I'll take the charge of this.[Flourish of Trumpets. His grace is entering. Nay, you must not freeze; Two women plac'd together make cold weather:My Lord Sands, you are one will keep 'em waking; 'Pray, sit between these ladies.

Sands. By my faith,

And thank your lordship.-By your leave, sweet ladies: [Sits between ANNE BULLEN and LADY DENNY. 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. [Kisses her. Cham. Well said, my lord.

So, now you are fairly seated :-Gentlemen,

The penance lies on you, if these fair ladies

Pass away frowning.

Sands. For my little cure,

Let me alone.

[Flourish of Trumpets.

Enter Two GENTLEMEN, WOLSEY, Two PAGES, and CROMWELL. All rise.-WOLSEY 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
And to you all good health.

welcome: [Drinks.-All sit.

[Flourish of Trumpets.]