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Henry VIII: Act 1, Scene 4

Henry VIII
Act 1, Scene 4

A hall in York Place.

  1. Hoboys. A small table under a state for the Cardinal, a
  2. longer table for the guests.
  1. Then enter Anne Bullen and divers other Ladies and Gentlemen
  2. as guests, at one door; at another door, enter Sir Henry
  3. Guilford.

Sir Henry Guilford

6 - 16
  1. Ladies, a general welcome from his Grace
  2. Salutes ye all; this night he dedicates
  3. To fair content and you. None here, he hopes,
  4. In all this noble bevy, has brought with her
  5. One care abroad. He would have all as merry
  6. As, first, good company, good wine, good welcome,
  7. Can make good people.
  8. Enter Lord Chamberlain, Lord Sands, and Lovell.
  9.                       O my lord, y’ are tardy;
  10. The very thought of this fair company
  11. Clapp’d wings to me.

Lord Chamberlain

17
  1.                      You are young, Sir Harry Guilford.

Lord Sands

18 - 22
  1. Sir Thomas Lovell, had the Cardinal
  2. But half my lay-thoughts in him, some of these
  3. Should find a running banquet, ere they rested,
  4. I think would better please ’em. By my life,
  5. They are a sweet society of fair ones.

Sir Thomas Lovell

23 - 24
  1. O that your lordship were but now confessor
  2. To one or two of these!

Lord Sands

25 - 26
  1.                         I would I were,
  2. They should find easy penance.

Sir Thomas Lovell

27
  1.                                Faith, how easy?

Lord Sands

28
  1. As easy as a down-bed would afford it.

Lord Chamberlain

29 - 34
  1. Sweet ladies, will it please you sit? Sir Harry,
  2. Place you that side, I’ll take the charge of this.
  3. His Grace is ent’ring. Nay, you must not freeze,
  4. Two women plac’d together makes cold weather.
  5. My Lord Sands, you are one will keep ’em waking;
  6. Pray sit between these ladies.

Lord Sands

35 - 38
  1.                                By my faith,
  2. And thank your lordship. By your leave, sweet ladies.
  3. If I chance to talk a little wild, forgive me;
  4. I had it from my father.

Anne Bullen

39
  1.                          Was he mad, sir?

Lord Sands

40 - 42
  1. O, very mad, exceeding mad, in love too;
  2. But he would bite none. Just as I do now,
  3. He would kiss you twenty with a breath.
  1. Kisses her.

Lord Chamberlain

44 - 47
  1.                                         Well said, my lord.
  2. So now y’ are fairly seated. Gentlemen,
  3. The penance lies on you, if these fair ladies
  4. Pass away frowning.

Lord Sands

48 - 49
  1.                     For my little cure,
  2. Let me alone.
  1. Hoboys. Enter Cardinal Wolsey and takes his state.

Cardinal Wolsey

51 - 54
  1. Y’ are welcome, my fair guests. That noble lady
  2. Or gentleman that is not freely merry
  3. Is not my friend. This, to confirm my welcome,
  4. And to you all good health.
  1. Drinks.

Lord Sands

56 - 58
  1.                             Your Grace is noble.
  2. Let me have such a bowl may hold my thanks,
  3. And save me so much talking.

Cardinal Wolsey

59 - 62
  1.                              My Lord Sands,
  2. I am beholding to you; cheer your neighbors.
  3. Ladies, you are not merry. Gentlemen,
  4. Whose fault is this?

Lord Sands

63 - 65
  1.                      The red wine first must rise
  2. In their fair cheeks, my lord, then we shall have ’em
  3. Talk us to silence.

Anne Bullen

66 - 67
  1.                     You are a merry gamester,
  2. My Lord Sands.

Lord Sands

68 - 70
  1.                Yes, if I make my play.
  2. Here’s to your ladyship, and pledge it, madam,
  3. For ’tis to such a thing

Anne Bullen

71
  1.                           You cannot show me.

Lord Sands

72
  1. I told your Grace they would talk anon.
  1. Drum and trumpet; chambers discharg’d.

Cardinal Wolsey

74
  1.                                         What’s that?

Lord Chamberlain

75
  1. Look out there, some of ye.
  1. Exit a Servant.

Cardinal Wolsey

77 - 79
  1.                             What warlike voice,
  2. And to what end is this? Nay, ladies, fear not;
  3. By all the laws of war y’ are privileg’d.
  1. Enter a Servant.

Lord Chamberlain

81
  1. How now, what is’t?

Servant

82 - 85
  1.                     A noble troop of strangers,
  2. For so they seem. Th’ have left their barge and landed,
  3. And hither make, as great ambassadors
  4. From foreign princes.

Cardinal Wolsey

86 - 100
  1.                       Good Lord Chamberlain,
  2. Go, give ’em welcome: you can speak the French tongue;
  3. And pray receive ’em nobly and conduct ’em
  4. Into our presence, where this heaven of beauty
  5. Shall shine at full upon them. Some attend him.
  6. Exit Chamberlain attended.
  7. All rise, and tables remov’d.
  8. You have now a broken banquet, but we’ll mend it.
  9. A good digestion to you all; and once more
  10. I show’r a welcome on ye. Welcome all!
  11. Hoboys. Enter King and others as Maskers, habited like
  12. shepherds, usher’d by the Lord Chamberlain.
  13. They pass directly before the Cardinal and gracefully salute
  14. him.
  15. A noble company! What are their pleasures?

Lord Chamberlain

101 - 108
  1. Because they speak no English, thus they pray’d
  2. To tell your Grace, that having heard by fame
  3. Of this so noble and so fair assembly
  4. This night to meet here, they could do no less
  5. (Out of the great respect they bear to beauty)
  6. But leave their flocks, and under your fair conduct
  7. Crave leave to view these ladies, and entreat
  8. An hour of revels with’em.

Cardinal Wolsey

109 - 111
  1.                            Say, Lord Chamberlain,
  2. They have done my poor house grace; for which I pay ’em
  3. A thousand thanks, and pray ’em take their pleasures.
  1. Choose ladies; King and Anne Bullen.

King

113 - 114
  1. The fairest hand I ever touch’d! O Beauty,
  2. Till now I never knew thee!
  1. Music. Dance.

Cardinal Wolsey

116
  1. My lord!

Lord Chamberlain

117
  1.          Your Grace?

Cardinal Wolsey

118 - 122
  1.             Pray tell ’em thus much from me:
  2. There should be one amongst ’em, by his person
  3. More worthy this place than myself, to whom
  4. (If I but knew him) with my love and duty
  5. I would surrender it.

Lord Chamberlain

123
  1.                       I will, my lord.
  1. Whisper with the Maskers.

Cardinal Wolsey

125
  1. What say they?

Lord Chamberlain

126 - 128
  1.                Such a one, they all confess,
  2. There is indeed, which they would have your Grace
  3. Find out, and he will take it.

Cardinal Wolsey

129 - 131
  1.                                Let me see then,
  2. By all your good leaves, gentlemen; here I’ll make
  3. My royal choice.

King

132 - 136
  1.                  Ye have found him, Cardinal.
  2. Unmasking.
  3. You hold a fair assembly; you do well, lord.
  4. You are a churchman, or I’ll tell you, Cardinal,
  5. I should judge now unhappily.

Cardinal Wolsey

137 - 138
  1.                               I am glad
  2. Your Grace is grown so pleasant.

King

139 - 140
  1.                                  My Lord Chamberlain,
  2. Prithee come hither. What fair lady’s that?

Lord Chamberlain

141 - 142
  1. An’t please your Grace, Sir Thomas Bullen’s daughter
  2. The Viscount Rochfordone of her Highness’ women.

King

143 - 146
  1. By heaven, she is a dainty one. Sweet heart,
  2. I were unmannerly to take you out
  3. And not to kiss you. A health, gentlemen!
  4. Let it go round.

Cardinal Wolsey

147 - 148
  1. Sir Thomas Lovell, is the banquet ready
  2. I’ th’ privy chamber?

Sir Thomas Lovell

149
  1.                       Yes, my lord.

Cardinal Wolsey

150 - 151
  1.               Your Grace,
  2. I fear, with dancing is a little heated.

King

152
  1. I fear, too much.

Cardinal Wolsey

153 - 154
  1.                   There’s fresher air, my lord,
  2. In the next chamber.

King

155 - 160
  1. Lead in your ladies, ev’ry one. Sweet partner,
  2. I must not yet forsake you. Let’s be merry,
  3. Good my Lord Cardinal: I have half a dozen healths
  4. To drink to these fair ladies, and a measure
  5. To lead ’em once again, and then let’s dream
  6. Who’s best in favor. Let the music knock it.
  1. Exeunt with Trumpets.
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