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Reference: t5v - Histories, p. 210

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The Life of King Henry the Eight. L. Cham. What is't for? Lou. The reformation of our trauel'd Gallants, That fill the Court with quarrels, talke, and Taylors. L. Cham. I'm glad 'tis there;
[570]
Now I would pray our Monsieurs To thinke an English Courtier may be wise, And neuer see the Louure.
Lou. They must either (For so run the Conditions) leaue those remnants
[575]
Of Foole and Feather, that they got in France, With all their honourable points of ignorance Pertaining thereunto; as Fights and Fire‑workes, Abusing better men then they can be Out of a forreigne wisedome, renouncing cleane
[580]
The faith they haue in Tennis and tall Stockings, Short blistred Breeches, and those types of Trauell; And vnderstand againe like honest men Or pack to their old Playfellowes; there, I take it, They may Cum Pruiilegio, wee away
[585]
The lag end of their lewdnesse, and be laugh'd at.
L. San. Tis time to giue 'em Physicke, their diseases Are growne so catching. L. Cham. What a losse our Ladies Will haue of these trim vanities? Louell.
[590]
I marry, There will be woe indeed Lords, the slye whorsons Haue got a speeding tricke to lay downe Ladies: A French Song, and a Fiddle, ha's no Fellow.
L. San. The Diuell fiddle 'em,
[595]
I am glad they are going, For sure there's no conuerting of 'em: now An honest Country Lord as I am, beaten A long time out of play, may bring his plaine song, And haue an houre of hearing, and by'r Lady
[600]
Held currant Musicke too.
L. Cham. Well said Lord Sands, Your Colts tooth is not cast yet? L. San. No my Lord, Nor shall not while I haue a stumpe. L. Cham.
[605]
Sir Thomas, Whither were you a going?
Lou. To the Cardinals; Your Lordship is a guest too. L. Cham. O, 'tis true;
[610]
This night he makes a Supper, and a great one, To many Lords and Ladies; there will be The Beauty of this Kingdome Ile assure you.
Lou. That Churchman Beares a bounteous minde indeed,
[615]
A hand as fruitfull as the Land that feeds vs, His dewes fall euery where.
L. Cham. No doubt hee's Noble; He had a blacke mouth that said other of him. L. San. He may my Lord,
[620]
Ha's wherewithall in him; Sparing would shew a worse sinne, then ill Doctrine, Men of his way, should be most liberall, They are set heere for examples.
L. Cham. True, they are so;
[625]
But few now giue so great ones: My Barge stayes; 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 Guilford
[630]
This night to be Comptrollers.
L. San. I am your Lordships. Exeunt.

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Scena Quarta. [Act 1, Scene 4] Hoboies. A small Table vnder a State for the Cardinall, a longer Table for the Guests. Then Enter Anne Bullen, and diuers other Ladies, & Gentlemen, as Guests at one Doore; at an other Doore enter Sir Henry Guilford. S. Hen. Guilf. Ladyes, A generall welcome from his Grace Salutes ye all; This Night he dedicates
[635]
To faire content, and you: None heere he hopes In all this Noble Beuy, has brought with her One care abroad: hee would haue all as merry: As first, good Company, good wine, good welcome, Can make good people. Enter L. Chamberlaine L. Sands, and Louell.
[640]
O my Lord, y'are tardy; The very thought of this faire Company, Clapt wings to me.
Cham. You are young Sir Harry Guilford. San. Sir Thomas Louell, had the Cardinall
[645]
But halfe my Lay‑thoughts in him, some of these Should finde a running Banket, ere they rested, I thinke would better please 'em: by my life, They are a sweet society of faire ones.
Lou. O that your Lordship were but now Confessor,
[650]
To one or two of these.
San. I would I were, They should finde easie pennance. Lou. Faith how easie? San. As easie as a downe bed would affoord it. Cham.
[655]
Sweet Ladies will it please you sit; Sir Harry Place you that side, Ile 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 keepe 'em waking:
[660]
Pray sit betweene these Ladies.
San. By my faith, And thanke your Lordship: by your leaue sweet Ladies, If I chance to talke a little wilde, forgiue me: I had it from my Father. An. Bul.
[665]
Was he mad Sir?
San. O very mad exceeding mad, in loue too; But he would bite none, iust as I doe now, He would Kisse you Twenty with a breath. Cham. Well said my Lord:
[670]
So now y'are fairely seated: Gntlemen, The pennance lyes on you; if these faire Ladies Passe away frowning.
San. For my little Cure, Let me alone. Hoboyes. Enter Cardinall Wolsey, and takes his State. Card.
[675]
Y'are wel ome my faire Guests that noble Lady Or Gentleman that is not freely merry Is not my Friend. This to confirme my welcome, And to you all good health.
San. Your Grace is Noble,
[680]
Let me haue such a Bowle may hold my thankes, And saue me so much talking.
Card. My Lord Sands, I

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Scena Quarta. [Act 1, Scene 4] Hoboies. A small Table vnder a State for the Cardinall, a longer Table for the Guests. Then Enter Anne Bullen, and diuers other Ladies, & Gentlemen, as Guests at one Doore; at an other Doore enter Sir Henry Guilford. S. Hen. Guilf. Ladyes, A generall welcome from his Grace Salutes ye all; This Night he dedicates
[635]
To faire content, and you: None heere he hopes In all this Noble Beuy, has brought with her One care abroad: hee would haue all as merry: As first, good Company, good wine, good welcome, Can make good people. Enter L. Chamberlaine L. Sands, and Louell.
[640]
O my Lord, y'are tardy; The very thought of this faire Company, Clapt wings to me.
Cham. You are young Sir Harry Guilford. San. Sir Thomas Louell, had the Cardinall
[645]
But halfe my Lay‑thoughts in him, some of these Should finde a running Banket, ere they rested, I thinke would better please 'em: by my life, They are a sweet society of faire ones.
Lou. O that your Lordship were but now Confessor,
[650]
To one or two of these.
San. I would I were, They should finde easie pennance. Lou. Faith how easie? San. As easie as a downe bed would affoord it. Cham.
[655]
Sweet Ladies will it please you sit; Sir Harry Place you that side, Ile 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 keepe 'em waking:
[660]
Pray sit betweene these Ladies.
San. By my faith, And thanke your Lordship: by your leaue sweet Ladies, If I chance to talke a little wilde, forgiue me: I had it from my Father. An. Bul.
[665]
Was he mad Sir?
San. O very mad exceeding mad, in loue too; But he would bite none, iust as I doe now, He would Kisse you Twenty with a breath. Cham. Well said my Lord:
[670]
So now y'are fairely seated: Gntlemen, The pennance lyes on you; if these faire Ladies Passe away frowning.
San. For my little Cure, Let me alone. Hoboyes. Enter Cardinall Wolsey, and takes his State. Card.
[675]
Y'are wel ome my faire Guests that noble Lady Or Gentleman that is not freely merry Is not my Friend. This to confirme my welcome, And to you all good health.
San. Your Grace is Noble,
[680]
Let me haue such a Bowle may hold my thankes, And saue me so much talking.
Card. My Lord Sands, I am beholding to you: cheere your neighbours: Ladies you are not merry; Gentlemen,
[685]
Whose fault is this?
San. The red wine first must rise In their faire cheekes my Lord, then wee shall haue 'em, Talke vs to silence. An. B. You are a merry Gamster
[690]
My Lord Sands.
San. Yes, if I make my play: Heer's to your Ladiship, and pledge it Madam: For tis to such a thing. An. B. You cannot shew me. Drum and Trumpet, Chambers dischargd. San.
[695]
I told your Grace, they would talke anon.
Card. What's that? Cham. Looke out there, some of ye. Card. What warlike voyce, And to what end is this? Nay, Ladies, feare not;
[700]
By all the lawes of Warre y'are priuiledg'd.
Enter a Seruant. Cham. How now, what is't? Seru. A noble troupe of Strangers, For so they seeme; th'haue left their Barge and landed, And hither make, as great Embassadors
[705]
From forraigne Princes.
Card. Good Lord Chamberlaine, Go, giue 'em welcome; you can speake the French tongue And pray receiue 'em Nobly, and conduct 'em Into our presence, where this heauen of beauty
[710]
Shall shine at full vpon them. Some attend him. All rise, and Tables remou'd. You haue now a broken Banket, but wee'l mend it. A good digestion to you all; and once more I showre a welcome on yee: welcome all. Hoboyes. Enter King and others as Maskers, habited like Shepheards, vsher'd by the Lord Chamberlaine. They passe directly before the Cardinall, and gracefully sa­ lute him. A noble Company: what are their pleasures?
Cham.
[715]
Because they speak no English, thus they praid To tell your Grace: That hauing heard by fame Of this so Noble and so faire assembly, This night to meet heere they could doe no lesse, (Out of the great respect they beare to beauty)
[720]
But leaue their Flockes, and vnder your faire Conduct Craue leaue to view these Ladies, and entreat An houre of Reuels with 'em.
Card. Say, Lord Chamberlaine, They haue done my poore house grace:
[725]
For which I pay 'em a thousand thankes, And pray 'em take their pleasures.
Choose Ladies, King and An Bullen. King. The fairest hand I euer touch'd: O Beauty, Till now I neuer knew thee. Musicke, Dance. Card. My Lord. Cham.
[730]
Your Grace.
Card. Pray tell 'em thus much from me: There should be one amongst 'em by his person More worthy this place then my selfe, to whom (If I but knew him) with my loue aud duty
[735]
I would surrender it. Whisper.
Cham. I will my Lord. Card. What say they ? Cham. Such a one, they all confesse There is indeed, which they would haue your Grace
[740]
Find out, and he will take it.
Card. Let me see then, By all your good leaues Gentlemen; heere Ile make My royall choyce. Kin. Ye haue found him Cardinall,
[745]
You hold a faire Assembly; you doe well Lord: You are a Churchman, or Ile tell you Cardinall, I should iudge now vnhappily.
Card. I am glad Your Grace is growne so pleasant. Kin.
[750]
My Lord Chamberlaine, Prethee come hither, what faire Ladie's that ?
Cham. An't please your Grace, Sir Thomas Bullens Daughter, the Viscount Rochford, One of her Highnesse women. Kin.
[755]
By Heauen she is a dainty one. Sweet heart, I were vnmannerly to take you out, And not to kisse you. A health Gentlemen, Let it goe round.
Card. Sir Thomas Louell, is the Banket ready
[760]
I'th'Priuy Chamber?
Lou. Yes, my Lord. Card. Your Grace I feare, with dancing is a little heated. Kin. I feare too much. Card.
[765]
There's fresher ayre my Lord, In the next Chamber.
Kin. Lead in your Ladies eu'ry one: Sweet Partner, I must not yet forsake you: Let's be merry, Good my Lord Cardinall: I haue halfe a dozen healths,
[770]
To drinke to these faire Ladies, and a measure To lead 'em once againe, and then let's dreame Who's best in fauour. Let the Musicke knock it.
Exeunt with Trumpets.
 

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      <l n="711">You haue now a broken Banket, but wee'l mend it.</l>
      <l n="712">A good digestion to you all; and once more</l>
      <l n="713">I showre a welcome on yee: welcome all.</l>
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      <l n="715">Because they speak no English, thus they praid</l>
      <l n="716">To tell your Grace: That hauing heard by fame</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="727">The fairest hand I euer touch'd: O Beauty,</l>
      <l n="728">Till now I neuer knew thee.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Card.</speaker>
      <l n="729">My Lord.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-h8-chm">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cham.</speaker>
      <l n="730">Your Grace.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-h8-wol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Card.</speaker>
      <l n="731">Pray tell 'em thus much from me:</l>
      <l n="732">There should be one amongst 'em by his person</l>
      <l n="733">More worthy this place then my selfe, to whom</l>
      <l n="734">(If I but knew him) with my loue aud duty</l>
      <l n="735">I would surrender it.</l>
      <stage rend="italic center" type="business">Whisper.</stage>
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   <sp who="#F-h8-chm">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cham.</speaker>
      <l n="736">I will my Lord.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-h8-wol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Card.</speaker>
      <l n="737">What say they<c rend="italic">?</c>
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   <sp who="#F-h8-chm">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cham.</speaker>
      <l n="738">Such a one, they all confesse</l>
      <l n="739">There is indeed, which they would haue your Grace</l>
      <l n="740">Find out, and he will take it.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-h8-wol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Card.</speaker>
      <l n="741">Let me see then,</l>
      <l n="742">By all your good leaues Gentlemen; heere Ile make</l>
      <l n="743">My royall choyce.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-hn8">
      <speaker rend="italic">Kin.</speaker>
      <l n="744">Ye haue found him Cardinall,</l>
      <l n="745">You hold a faire Assembly; you doe well Lord:</l>
      <l n="746">You are a Churchman, or Ile tell you Cardinall,</l>
      <l n="747">I should iudge now vnhappily.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-wol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Card.</speaker>
      <l n="748">I am glad</l>
      <l n="749">Your Grace is growne so pleasant.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-hn8">
      <speaker rend="italic">Kin.</speaker>
      <l n="750">My Lord Chamberlaine,</l>
      <l n="751">Prethee come hither, what faire Ladie's that<c rend="italic">?</c>
      </l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-chm">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cham.</speaker>
      <l n="752">An't please your Grace,</l>
      <l n="753">Sir<hi rend="italic">Thomas Bullens</hi>Daughter, the Viscount<hi rend="italic">Rochford</hi>,</l>
      <l n="754">One of her Highnesse women.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-hn8">
      <speaker rend="italic">Kin.</speaker>
      <l n="755">By Heauen she is a dainty one. Sweet heart,</l>
      <l n="756">I were vnmannerly to take you out,</l>
      <l n="757">And not to kisse you. A health Gentlemen,</l>
      <l n="758">Let it goe round.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-wol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Card.</speaker>
      <l n="759">Sir<hi rend="italic">Thomas Louell</hi>, is the Banket ready</l>
      <l n="760">I'th'Priuy Chamber?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-lov">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lou.</speaker>
      <l n="761">Yes, my Lord.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-wol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Card.</speaker>
      <l n="762">Your Grace</l>
      <l n="763">I feare, with dancing is a little heated.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-hn8">
      <speaker rend="italic">Kin.</speaker>
      <l n="764">I feare too much.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-wol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Card.</speaker>
      <l n="765">There's fresher ayre my Lord,</l>
      <l n="766">In the next Chamber.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-hn8">
      <speaker rend="italic">Kin.</speaker>
      <l n="767">Lead in your Ladies eu'ry one: Sweet Partner,</l>
      <l n="768">I must not yet forsake you: Let's be merry,</l>
      <l n="769">Good my Lord Cardinall: I haue halfe a dozen healths,</l>
      <l n="770">To drinke to these faire Ladies, and a measure</l>
      <l n="771">To lead 'em once againe, and then let's dreame</l>
      <l n="772">Who's best in fauour. Let the Musicke knock it.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="exit">Exeunt with Trumpets.</stage>
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