Enter 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 travell'd gallants, That fill the court with quarrels, talk, and tailors. Cham. I am glad, 'tis there; now I would pray our monfieurs

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

Lov. They must either

(For fo run the conditions) leave these remnants
Of fool, and feather, that they got in France,
With all their honourable points of ignorance
Pertaining thereunto (as fights, and fire-works;
Abusing better men than they can be,

Out of a foreign wisdom), renouncing clean
The faith they have in tennis, and tall ftockings,
Short blister'd breeches, and thofe types of travel,
And understand again like honest men;

Or pack to their old play-fellows: there, I take it,
They may, cum privilegio, wear away

The lag end of their lewdnefs, and be laugh'd at. Sands. 'Tis time to give them phyfick, their dif

Are grown fo catching.

Cham. What a lofs our ladies Will have of thefe trim vanities?

Lov. Ay, marry,

[eafes

There will be woe indeed, lords: the fly whorefons
Have got a speeding trick to lay down ladies;
A French fong and a fiddle, has no fellow.
Sands. The devil fiddle 'em! I am glad they're
going

(For

(For, fure, there's no converting of 'em); now An honeft country lord, as I am, beaten

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

Cham. Well faid, lord Sands;
Your colt's tooth is not caft yet.
Sands. No, my lord;

Nor thall not, while I have a fump.
Cham. Sir Thomas,
Whither were you a going?

Lov. To the cardinal's;
Your lordship is a guest too.
Chain. O, 'tis true:

This night he makes a fupper, and a great one,
To many lords and ladies; there will be
The beauty of this kingdom, I'll affure you.
Lov. That churchman bears a bounteous mind,
indeed,

A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us;
His dews fall every where.

Cham. No doubt, he's noble ;

He had a black mouth, that faid other of him. Sands. He may, my lord, he has wherewithal; in him,

paring would fhow a worfe fin than ill doctrine: Men of his way thould be moft liberal,

They are fet here for examples.

Cham. True; they are fo;

But few now give fo great ones. My barge stays; Your lordship thall along :--Come, good Sir ThoWe fhall be late elfe; which I would not be, [mas, for I was fpoke to, with Sir Henry Guildford, his pight to be comptrollers."

Sands

Sands. I am your lordship's.

[Exeunt

SCENE IV. Changes to York-Place.

Hautboys. Afmall Table under a State for the Car dinal, a lenger Table for the Guests Then ent

ANNE BULLEN, and divers other Ladies and Gen tlewomen, as Guefts, at one Door; at another Der enter Sir HENRY GUILDFORD.

Guil. 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 firft-good company, good wine, good welcome,
Can make good people.-O, my lord, you are tardy
Enter Lord Chamberlain, Lord SANDS, and Sir TH
MAS LOVEL.

The very thought of this fair company
Clap'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, fome of their
Should find a running banquet ere they refted,
I think, would better pleafe 'em: By my life,
They are a fweet fociety of fair ones.

Lov. O, that your lordship were but now confeff. To one or two of these !

Sands. I would, I were;

They fhould find eafy penance.
Lov. 'Faith, how eafy?

Sands. As eafy as a down-bed would afford it
Cham. Sweet ladies, will it pleafe you fit? Sir Harry

Place

Place you
that fide, I'll take the charge of this:
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, fit between thefe ladies.

Sands. By my faith,

And thank your lordfhip.-By your leave, fweet la.

dies:

If I chance to talk a little wild, forgive me;

I had it from my

father.

Anne. Was he mad, fir?

[Sits.

Sands. O, very mad, exceeding mad, in love too:
But he would bite none; just as I do now,
He would kifs you twenty with a breath. [Kiffes her.
Cham. Well faid, my lord.-

So, now you are fairly feated :-Gentlemen,
The penance lies on you, if these fair ladies
Pafs away frowning.

Sands. For my little cure,

Let me alone.

Hautboys. Enter Cardinal WOLSEY, and takes his State,
Wol. You are welcome, my fair guests; that noble
Or gentleman, that is not freely merry, [lady,
Is not my friend: This, to confirm my welcome;
And to you all good health.
[Drinks.

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 beholden to you: cheer your neighbours.. Ladies, you are not merry-Gentlemen,

Whofe fault is this?

Sands. The red wine first must rise

In their fair cheeks, my lord; then we fhall 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 ladyfhip: and pledge it, madam, For 'tis to fuch a thing

Anne. You cannot fhew me.

Sands. I told your grace, they would talk anon. [Drum and Trumpets, Chambers difcharg'd

Wal. What's that?

Cham. Look out there,fome of you. [Exit Servant. Wol. What warlike voice?

And to what end is this?-Nay, ladies, fear not; By all the laws of war you are privileg'd.

Re-enter Servant.

Cham. How now? what is't?

Serv. A noble troop of strangers;

For fo they feem: they have left their barge, and And hither make, as great ambassadors [landed; From foreign princes.

Wol. Good lord chamberlain,

Go, give 'em welcome, you can speak the French tongue;

And, pray, receive 'em nobly, and conduct 'em
Into our prefence, where this heaven of beauty
Shall shine 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 fhower a welcome on you ;-Welcome all.

Hautboys