For I was spoke to, with Sir Henry Guilford,

This Night to be Comptrollers.
San. I am your Lordship's.

SCENE IV.

[Exeunt.

Hautboys. A fmall Table under a State for the Cardinal, a Longer Table for the Guests. Then enter Anne Bullen, and divers other Ladies and Gentlemen, as Guests at one Door; at another Door enter Sir Henry Guilford.

Guil. 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 firft, good Company, good Wine, good Welcome,
Can make good People.

Enter Lord Chamberlain, Lord Sands, and Lovell.
O my Lord, y'are tardy;

The very thought of this fair Company

Clap'd Wings to me.

Cham. You are young, Sir Henry Guilford.
Sands. Sir Thomas Lovell, had the Cardinal
But half my Lay-thoughts in him, fome of thefe
Should find a running Banquet, e'er they rested,
I think would better please 'em: By my Life,
They are a sweet Society of fair ones.

Lov. O that your Lordship were but now Confeffor
To one or two of thefe.

Sands. I would I were,

They should find cafie Penance.

Lov. 'Faith, how eafie ?

Sands. As eafie as a Down Bed would afford it. Cham. Sweet Ladies, will it pleafe you fit: Sir Harry, Place you that fide, I'll take the charge of this: His Grace is entring, nay you must not freeze, Two Women plac'd together makes cold Weather: My Lord Sands, you are one will keep 'em waking; Pray fit between thefe Ladies.

Sands.

Sands. By my Faith,

And thank your Lordship. By your leave, fweet Ladies, 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, juft as I do now,

He would kiss you twenty with a breath.
Cham. Well faid, my Lord :

So now y'are fairly feated: Gentlemen,

The Penance lyes on you, if these fair Ladies
Pafs away frowning.

Sands. For my little Cue,

Let me alone.

Hautboys. Enter Cardinal Wolfey, and takes his State. Wol. Y'are welcome, my fair Guests; that noble Lady Or Gentleman that is not freely merry

Is not my Friend. This to confirm my welcome,
And to you all good Health.

Sands. Your Grace is Noble,

Let me have fuch a Bowl may hold my Thanks,
And fave me fo much talking.

Wol. My Lord Sands,

I am beholding to you; cheer your Neighbour:
Ladies, you are not, merry; Gentlemen,
Whofe fault is this?

Sands. The red Wine firft muft rife

In their fair Cheeks, my Lord, then we shall have 'em
Talk us to filence.

Anne. You are a merry Gamefter,

My Lord Sands.

Sands. Yes, if I make my Play:

Here's to your Ladifhip, and pledge it, Madam :

For 'tis to fuch a thing

Anne. You cannot fhew me.

[Drum and Trumpets, Chambers difcharged.

Sands. I told your Grace, they would talk anon.
Wol. What's that?

Cham. Look out there, fome of ye.

Wol. What warlike Voice,

And to what end is this? Nay, Ladies, fear not;
By all the Laws of War y'are privileged.

Enter

Enter a Servant.

Cham. How now, what is't?

Ser. A noble Troop of Strangers,

For fo they feem; they have left their Barge and Landed,
And hither make, as great Ambaffadors

From Foreign Princes.

Wol. Good Lord-Chamberlain,

Go, give 'em welcome; you can fpeak the French Tongue,
And pray receive 'em Nobly, and conduct 'em
Into our Prefence, where this Heav'n of Beauty

Shall fhine at full upon them. Some attend him.

[All arife, and Tables removed.

You have now a broken Banquet, but we'll mend it.
A good Digeftion to you all; and once more

I fhowre a welcome on ye: welcome all.

Hautboys. Enter King and others as Maskers, habited like Shepherds, uber'd by the Lord Chamberlain. They pass directly before the Cardinal, and gracefully falute 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.
Of this fo noble and fo fair Affembly,

This Night to meet here, they could do no lefs,
Out of the great refpect they bear to Beauty,
But leave their Flocks, and under your fair Conduc
Crave leave to view thefe 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, pray 'em take their Pleasures.

And

King. The faireft hand I ever touch'd: O Beauty, 'Till now I never knew thee.

Wol. My Lord.

Cham. Your Grace.

[Chufe Ladies, King and Anne Bullen.

[Mufick, Dance.

Wol. Pray tell 'em thus much from me: There fhould be one amongst 'em by his Perfon More worthy this Place than my felf, to whom,

If I but knew him, with my Love and Duty

I would furrender it.

Cham. I will, my Lord.

Wol. What fay they?

Cham. Such a one, they all confefs,

There is indeed, which they would have

Find out, and he will take it.

Wol. Let me fee then,

By all your good leaves, Gentlemen, here I'll make
My Royal Choice.

King. You have found him, Cardinal :

You hold a fair Affembly, you do well, Lord.
You are a Church-man, or I'll tell you, Cardinal,
I fhould judge now unhappily.

Wol. I am glad

Your Grace is grown fo 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's Women.

[Whisper.

King. By Heav'n fhe's a dainty one Sweet heart,

I were unmannerly to take you out,

[To Anne Bullen,

And not to Kifs you. A Health, Gentlemen,

Let it go round.

Wol. Sir Thomas Lovell, is the Banquet ready

I'th' Privy Chamber?

Lov. Yes, my Lord.

Wol. Your Grace,

I fear, with Dancing is a little heated.

King. I fear too much.

Wol. There's fresh Air, my Lord,

In the next Chamber.

King. Lead in your Ladies every one: Sweet Partner,
I muft not yet forfake 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 'em once again, and then let's dream
Who's beft in Favour. Let the Mufick knock it.

[Exeunt with Trumpets.

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ACT II. SCENE I

'Enter two Gentlemen at feveral Doors.

1 Gen. Hither away fo faft?

2 Gen. O, God fave ye:

Even to the Hall, to hear what shall become

Of the great Duke of Buckingham.

r Gen. I'll fave you

That labour, Sir. All's now done, but the Ceremony
Of bringing back the Prisoner.

2 Gen. Were you there?

1 Gen. Yes indeed was I.

2 Gen. Pray fpeak what has hapned.
1 Gen. You may guefs quickly what.
2 Gen. Is he found guilty?

1 Gen. Yes, truly is he, And condemn'd upon't.

2 Gen. I am forry for't.
1 Gen. So are a number more.
2 Gen. But pray how paft it?

1 Gen. I'll tell you in a little. The great Duke
Came to the Bar; where, to his Accufations
He pleaded ftill Not guilty, and alledged
Many fharp Reasons to defeat the Law.
The King's Attorney, on the contrary,
Urg'd on the Examinations, Proofs, Confeffions
Of divers Witneffes, which the Duke defir'd
To have brought viva voce to his Face;
At which appear'd against him, his Surveyor,
Sir Gilbert Pecke, his Chancellor, and John Car
Confeffor to him, with that Devil Monk,
Hopkins, that made this mifchief.

2 Gen. That was he,

That fed him with his Prophecies.

1 Gen. The fame.

All these accus'd him ftrongly, which he fain
Would have flung from him; but indeed he could not,
And fo his Peers upon this Evidence,

Have found him guilty of high Treafon. Much

He