Cham. Because they speak no English, thus they pray'd To tell your grace, that, having heard by fame Of this so noble and so fair assembly This night to meet here, they could do no less, Out of the great respect they bear to beauty, But leave their flocks, and under your fair conduct Crave leave to view these ladies and entreat An hour of revels with 'em. Wol. Say, lord chamberlain, They have done my poor house grace; for which I pay 'em A thousand thanks and pray 'em take their pleasures. [They choose. The King chooses Anne Bullen. King. The fairest hand I ever touch'd! There should be one amongst 'em, by his person, More worthy this place than myself; to whom, If I but knew him, with my love and duty I would surrender it. You hold a fair assembly; you do well, lord: You are a churchman, or, I'll tell you, car dinal, I should judge now unhappily. Wol. I am glad Your grace is grown so pleasant. King. My lord chamberlain, Prithee, come hither: what fair lady 's that? Cham. An't please your grace, Sir Thomas Bullen's daughter, The Viscount Rochford, one of her highness' women. King. By heaven, she is a dainty one. I were unmannerly, to take you out, Wol. Sir Thomas Lovell, is the banquet I fear, with dancing is a little heated. King. I fear, too much. Wol. There's fresher air, my lord, In the next chamber. King. 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 |