Hautboys. A fmall table under a ftate for the Cardinal, a longer table for the guests. Then enter Anne Bullen, and divers other Ladies and Gentlewomen, as guests, at one door; at another door, enter Sir Henry Guilford.

Guil. Ladies,.a gen'ral 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, then good wine, good wel

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

The very thoughts of this fair company
Clap'd wings to me.

Cham. You're young, Sir Harry Guilford.'
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 'twould better pleale 'em. By my life
They are a sweet society of fair ones.

Lov. O, that your Lordship were but now con feffor

To one or two of thefe.

Sands. I would I were;

They should find eafy penance.

Lov. 'Faith, how ealy?

Sands. As easy as a down-bed would afford it. Cham.. Sweet Ladies, will it please 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, placed together, make cold weather..
My Lord Sands, you are one will keep 'em waking;

Pray, fit between these ladies.

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?

[Sits.

Sands. O, very mad, exceeding mad, in love too; But he would bite none; juft as I do now, He'd kifs you twenty with a breath.

Cham. Well faid, my Lord.

So, now y'are fairly feated. Gentlemen,

[Kiffes her.

The penance lyes on you, if these fair ladies
País away frowning.

Sands. For my little cure,

- Let me alone.

Hautboys. Enter Cardinal Wolley, and takes his State.

Wol. Yare 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 so much talking.

Wol. My Lord Sands,

I am beholden to you; cheer your neighbour.
-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're a merry gamefter,

My Lord Sands.

Sands. Yes, if I make my play.

Here's to your Ladyship, and pledge it, Madam,
For 'tis to fuch a thing-

Anne. You cannot thew me.

Sands. I told your Grace that they would talk

anon.

[Drum and trumpets, chambers difcharg'd.'

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 privileg'd.

Enter a Servant.

Cham. How now? what is't?

Serv. A noble troop of firangers,

For fo they feem; they have left their barge and landed,

And hither make, as great ambassadors

From foreign princes.

Wol. Good Lord Chamberlain,

Go give 'em welcome; you can speak the French

tongue;

And, pray, receive them 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've now a broken banquet, but we'll mend it.
A good digeftion to you all; and, once more,
I fhow'r a welcome on ye. Welcome all.

Hautboys. Enter King and others as Mafkers, habited like Shepherds, usher'd by the Lord Chamberlain. They pafs 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 aflembly,

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 conduct
Crave leave to view thefe ladies, and entreat
An hour of revels with 'em.

Wol. Say, Lord Chamberlain,

They've done my poor house grace, for which I pay Zem

A thousand thanks, and pray 'em take their pleafures.

[Chufes ladies. King and Anne Bullen.

King. The faireft hand I ever touch'd! O beauty, 'Till now I hever knew thee. [Mufic. Dance Wol. My Lord,

Cham. Your Grace

Wol. Pray tell 'em thus much from me :
There fhould be one amongst 'em by his perfon
More worthy this place than myfelf, to whom,
If I but knew him, with my love and duty
I would furrender it.

Cham. I will, my Lord.

[Whisper.

[Chamb. goes to the company, and returns.

Wol. What fay they?

Cham. Such a one, they all confefs,

There is, indeed; which they would have your

Grace

Find out, and he will take it.

Wol. Let me see then.

By all your good leaves, Gentlemen, here I'll make My royal choice.

King You've found him, Cardinal.

You hold a fair affembly; you do well, Lord. You are a churchman, or, I'll tell you, Cardinal, I fhould judge now unhappily *.

Wol. I'm glad

Your Grace is grown fo pleasant.

King. My Lord Chamberlain,

Pr'ythee 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' wo

men.

King By Heaven 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.

* That is, unluckily, mischievously. 'VO L. VII.

C

Wol. Sir Thomas Lovel, 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 fresher air, my Lord,
In the next chamber.

King. Lead in your ladies every one. Sweet

partner,

I must 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 them once again; and then let's dream Who's best in favour. Let the mufic knock it.

[Exeunt with trumpets.

АСТ И.

SCENE I.

A Street.

Enter two Gentlemen at feveral doors.

1 Gentleman.

WHither away fo faft?

2 Gen. O Sir, God fave ye :

Ev'n to the hall, to hear what shall become
Of the great Duke of Buckingham.

1 Gen. I'll fave you

That labour, Sir. All's now done, but the ceremony Of bringing back the prisner.

2 Gen. Were you there?

1 Gen. Yes, indeed, was I.

2 Gen. Pray, fpeak, what has happen'd?

1 Gen. You may guefs quickly what.

2 Gen. Is he found guilty?

I Gen. Yes, truly is he, and condemn'd upon't. 2 Gen. I'm forry for't.

1 Gen. So are a number more.

2 Gen. But, pray, how pafs'd it?

Gen. I'll tell you in a little.

The great Duke