Henry The Eighth (Folio 1, 1623)
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The Life of King Henry the Eight.
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¶I am beholding to you: cheere your neighbours:
720Ladies you are not merry; Gentlemen,
¶Whose fault is this?
¶In their faire cheekes my Lord, then wee shall haue 'em,
¶Talke vs to silence.
¶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.
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Drum and Trumpet, Chambers dischargd.
¶San. I told your Grace, they would talke anon.
¶Card. What's that?
735Card. What warlike voyce,
¶And to what end is this? Nay, Ladies, feare not;
¶By all the lawes of Warre y'are priuiledg'd.
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Enter a Seruant.
¶Cham. How now, what is't?
740Seru. A noble troupe of Strangers,
¶From forraigne Princes.
¶Card. Good Lord Chamberlaine,
745Go, 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
¶Shall shine at full vpon them. Some attend him.
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All rise, and Tables remou'd.
750You 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
¶A noble Company: what are their pleasures?
¶To tell your Grace: That hauing heard by fame
¶(Out of the great respect they beare to beauty)
¶But leaue their Flockes, and vnder your faire Conduct
¶Craue leaue to view these Ladies, and entreat
765An houre of Reuels with 'em.
¶Card. Say, Lord Chamberlaine,
¶They haue done my poore house grace:
¶For which I pay 'em a thousand thankes,
¶And pray 'em take their pleasures.
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Choose Ladies, King and An Bullen.
¶Till now I neuer knew thee.
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Musicke, Dance.
¶Card. My Lord.
775Cham. Your Grace.
¶Card. Pray tell 'em thus much from me:
¶More worthy this place then my selfe, to whom
¶(If I but knew him) with my loue and duty
780I would surrender it.
Whisper.
¶Cham. I will my Lord.
¶There is indeed, which they would haue your Grace
785Find out, and he will take it.
¶By all your good leaues Gentlemen; heere Ile make
¶My royall choyce.
¶Kin. Ye haue found him Cardinall,
¶You are a Churchman, or Ile tell you Cardinall,
¶I should iudge now vnhappily.
¶Card. I am glad
795Kin. My Lord Chamberlaine,
¶Prethee come hither, what faire Ladie's that?
¶Sir Thomas Bullens Daughter, the Viscount Rochford,
¶I were vnmannerly to take you out,
¶Let it goe round.
¶Card. Sir Thomas Louell, is the Banket ready
805I'th'Priuy Chamber?
¶Lou. Yes, my Lord.
¶Card. Your Grace
¶I feare, with dancing is a little heated.
¶Kin. I feare too much.
¶In the next Chamber.
¶Kin. Lead in your Ladies eu'ry one: Sweet Partner,
¶Good my Lord Cardinall: I haue halfe a dozen healths,
¶To lead 'em once againe, and then let's dreame
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Exeunt with Trumpets.
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Actus Secundus. Scena Prima.
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Enter two Gentlemen at seuerall Doores.
¶Eu'n to the Hall, to heare what shall become
¶Of the great Duke of Buckingham.
¶That labour Sir. All's now done but the Ceremony
¶Of bringing backe the Prisoner.
¶2. Were you there?
¶1. Yes indeed was I.
¶2. Is he found guilty?
¶1. Yes truely is he,
¶And condemn'd vpon't.
¶1. So are a number more.
¶1. Ile tell you in a little. The great Duke
¶Came to the Bar; where, to his accusations
840He pleaded still not guilty, and alleadged
¶The Kings Atturney on the contrary,
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