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There's mischief in this man :- Canst thou say fur
Suro. Being at Greenwich,
K. Hen. I remember,
Suro. If, quoth he, I for this had been committed,
K. Hen. A giant traitor!
Wol. Now, madam, may his highness live in freedom, And this man out of prison?
Q. Kath. God mend all!
K. Hen. There's his period,
Call him to present trial : if he may
SCENE III.- A Room in the Palace.
Enter the Lord Chamberlain, and Lord Sands. Cham. Is it possible, the spells of France should
Sands. New customs,
Cham. As far as I see, all the good our English
had been counsellors
or Clotharius, they keep state so. Sands. They have all new legs, and lame ones; one
would take it,
Cham. Death! my lord,
very To Pepin,
Enter Sir TAOMAS LOVELL. 'Faith, my lord, ,
I hear of none, but the new proclamation
Cham. What is't for?
Lov. The reformation of our travell’d gallants, That fill the court with quarrels, talk, and tailors. Cham. I am glad, 'tis there; now I would pray our
Lov. They must either
Sands. 'Tis time to give them physick, their diseases Are grown so catching.
Cham. What a loss our ladies Will bave of these trim vanities !
Lov. Ay, marry, There will be woe indeed, lords; the sly whoresons Have got a speeding trick to lay down ladies; A French song, and a fiddle, has no fellow. Sands. The devil fiddle them! I am glad, they're
(For, sure, there's no converting of them ;) now
Cham. Well said, lord Sands;
Sands. No, my lord ;
Cham, Sir Thomas,
Lov. To the cardinal's;
Cham. O, tis true:
Lov. That churchman bears a bounteous mind indeed,
Cham. No doubt, he's noble;
Sands. He may, my lord, he has wherewithal; in him
Cham. True, they are so; But few now give so great ones. My barge stays ; Your lordship shall along :-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.
Sands. I am your lordship’s.
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 GUILDFORD.
Guild. Ladies, a general welcome from his grace Salutes ye 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.- O, my lord, you are tardy;
Enter Lord Chamberlain, Lord Sands, and Sir
THOMAS LOVELL. The very thought of this fair company Clapp'd wings to me.
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.