Act 1, Scene 4
A hall in York Place.
- Hoboys. A small 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
Sir Henry Guilford6 - 16
- 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, first, 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
- Clapp’d wings to me.
- You are young, Sir Harry Guilford.
Lord Sands18 - 22
- Sir Thomas Lovell, had the Cardinal
- But half my lay-thoughts in him, some of these
- Should find a running banquet, ere they rested,
- I think would better please ’em. By my life,
- They are a sweet society of fair ones.
Sir Thomas Lovell23 - 24
- O that your lordship were but now confessor
- To one or two of these!
Lord Sands25 - 26
- I would I were,
- They should find easy penance.
Sir Thomas Lovell27
- Faith, how easy?
- As easy as a down-bed would afford it.
Lord Chamberlain29 - 34
- Sweet ladies, will it please you sit? Sir Harry,
- Place you that side, I’ll take the charge of this.
- His Grace is ent’ring. Nay, you must not freeze,
- Two women plac’d together makes cold weather.
- My Lord Sands, you are one will keep ’em waking;
- Pray sit between these ladies.
Lord Sands35 - 38
- By my faith,
- And thank your lordship. By your leave, sweet ladies.
- If I chance to talk a little wild, forgive me;
- I had it from my father.
- Was he mad, sir?
Lord Sands40 - 42
- O, very mad, exceeding mad, in love too;
- But he would bite none. Just as I do now,
- He would kiss you twenty with a breath.
- Kisses her.
Lord Chamberlain44 - 47
- Well said, my lord.
- So now y’ are fairly seated. Gentlemen,
- The penance lies on you, if these fair ladies
- Pass away frowning.
Lord Sands48 - 49
- For my little cure,
- Let me alone.
- Hoboys. Enter Cardinal Wolsey and takes his state.
Cardinal Wolsey51 - 54
- 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.
Lord Sands56 - 58
- Your Grace is noble.
- Let me have such a bowl may hold my thanks,
- And save me so much talking.
Cardinal Wolsey59 - 62
- My Lord Sands,
- I am beholding to you; cheer your neighbors.
- Ladies, you are not merry. Gentlemen,
- Whose fault is this?
Lord Sands63 - 65
- The red wine first must rise
- In their fair cheeks, my lord, then we shall have ’em
- Talk us to silence.
Anne Bullen66 - 67
- You are a merry gamester,
- My Lord Sands.
Lord Sands68 - 70
- Yes, if I make my play.
- Here’s to your ladyship, and pledge it, madam,
- For ’tis to such a thing—
- You cannot show me.
- I told your Grace they would talk anon.
- Drum and trumpet; chambers discharg’d.
- What’s that?
- Look out there, some of ye.
- Exit a Servant.
Cardinal Wolsey77 - 79
- 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.
- How now, what is’t?
Servant82 - 85
- A noble troop of strangers,
- For so they seem. Th’ have left their barge and landed,
- And hither make, as great ambassadors
- From foreign princes.
Cardinal Wolsey86 - 100
- Good Lord Chamberlain,
- Go, give ’em welcome: you can speak the French tongue;
- And pray receive ’em nobly and conduct ’em
- Into our presence, where this heaven of beauty
- Shall shine at full upon them. Some attend him.
- Exit Chamberlain attended.
- All rise, and tables remov’d.
- You have now a broken banquet, but we’ll mend it.
- A good digestion to you all; and once more
- I show’r a welcome on ye. Welcome all!
- Hoboys. Enter King and others as Maskers, habited like
- shepherds, usher’d by the Lord Chamberlain.
- They pass directly before the Cardinal and gracefully salute
- A noble company! What are their pleasures?
Lord Chamberlain101 - 108
- Because they speak no English, thus they pray’d
- To tell your Grace, that having heard by fame
- Of this so noble and so fair assembly
- This night to meet here, they could do no less
- (Out of the great respect they bear to beauty)
- But leave their flocks, and under your fair conduct
- Crave leave to view these ladies, and entreat
- An hour of revels with’em.
Cardinal Wolsey109 - 111
- Say, Lord Chamberlain,
- They have done my poor house grace; for which I pay ’em
- A thousand thanks, and pray ’em take their pleasures.
- Choose ladies; King and Anne Bullen.
King113 - 114
- The fairest hand I ever touch’d! O Beauty,
- Till now I never knew thee!
- Music. Dance.
- My lord!
- Your Grace?
Cardinal Wolsey118 - 122
- Pray tell ’em thus much from me:
- There should be one amongst ’em, by his person
- More worthy this place than myself, to whom
- (If I but knew him) with my love and duty
- I would surrender it.
- I will, my lord.
- Whisper with the Maskers.
- What say they?
Lord Chamberlain126 - 128
- Such a one, they all confess,
- There is indeed, which they would have your Grace
- Find out, and he will take it.
Cardinal Wolsey129 - 131
- Let me see then,
- By all your good leaves, gentlemen; here I’ll make
- My royal choice.
King132 - 136
- Ye have found him, Cardinal.
- You hold a fair assembly; you do well, lord.
- You are a churchman, or I’ll tell you, Cardinal,
- I should judge now unhappily.
Cardinal Wolsey137 - 138
- I am glad
- Your Grace is grown so pleasant.
King139 - 140
- My Lord Chamberlain,
- Prithee come hither. What fair lady’s that?
Lord Chamberlain141 - 142
- An’t please your Grace, Sir Thomas Bullen’s daughter—
- The Viscount Rochford—one of her Highness’ women.
King143 - 146
- By heaven, she is a dainty one. Sweet heart,
- I were unmannerly to take you out
- And not to kiss you. A health, gentlemen!
- Let it go round.
Cardinal Wolsey147 - 148
- Sir Thomas Lovell, is the banquet ready
- I’ th’ privy chamber?
Sir Thomas Lovell149
- Yes, my lord.
Cardinal Wolsey150 - 151
- Your Grace,
- I fear, with dancing is a little heated.
- I fear, too much.
Cardinal Wolsey153 - 154
- There’s fresher air, my lord,
- In the next chamber.
King155 - 160
- Lead in your ladies, ev’ry one. Sweet partner,
- I must not yet forsake 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 best in favor. Let the music knock it.
- Exeunt with Trumpets.