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  • Title: Henry The Eighth (Folio 1, 1623)
  • Editor: Diane Jakacki
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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Diane Jakacki
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    Henry The Eighth (Folio 1, 1623)

    660Scena Quarta.
    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
    665Sir Henry Guilford.
    S.Hen. Guilf. Ladyes,
    A generall welcome from his Grace
    Salutes ye all; This Night he dedicates
    To faire content, and you: None heere he hopes
    670In 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.
    675O 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
    680But 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,
    685To 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.
    690Cham. 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:
    695Pray 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.
    700An. Bul. 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:
    705So 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.
    710Hoboyes. Enter Cardinall Wolsey, and takes his State.
    Card. welcome 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.
    715San. Your Grace is Noble,
    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:
    720Ladies you are not merry; Gentlemen,
    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.
    725An. B. You are a merry Gamster
    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.
    730An. B. You cannot shew me.
    Drum and Trumpet, Chambers dischargd.
    San. I told your Grace, they would talke anon.
    Card. What's that?
    Cham. Looke out there, some of ye.
    735Card. What warlike voyce,
    And to what end is this? Nay, Ladies, feare not;
    By all the lawes of Warre y'are priuiledg'd.
    Enter a Seruant.
    Cham. How now, what is't?
    740Seru. A noble troupe of Strangers,
    For so they seeme; th'haue left their Barge and landed,
    And hither make, as great Embassadors
    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.
    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
    Shepheards, vsher'd by the Lord Chamberlaine. They
    755passe directly before the Cardinall and gracefully sa-
    lute him.
    A noble Company: what are their pleasures?
    Cham. Because they speak no English, thus they praid
    To tell your Grace: That hauing heard by fame
    760Of 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)
    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.
    770Choose 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.
    775Cham. 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 and duty
    780I 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
    785Find 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,
    790You 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.
    795Kin. 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.
    800Kin. 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
    805I'th'Priuy Chamber?
    Lou. Yes, my Lord.
    Card. Your Grace
    I feare, with dancing is a little heated.
    Kin. I feare too much.
    810Card. 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,
    815To 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.