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The Life of Henry the Eighth
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He would kiss you twenty with a breath.
[Kisses her.]
CHAMBERLAIN
Well said, my lord.
So, now you're fairly seated. Gentlemen,
The penance lies on you, if these fair ladies
Pass away frowning.
SANDYS
For my little cure,
Let me alone.
[Hautboys. Enter Cardinal Wolsey, and takes his state.]
WOLSEY
You're 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.
[Drinks.]
SANDYS
Your Grace is noble.
Let me have such a bowl may hold my thanks,
And save me so much talking.
WOLSEY
My Lord Sandys,
I am beholding to you; cheer your neighbours.
Ladies, you are not merry. Gentlemen,
Whose fault is this?
SANDYS
The red wine first must rise
In their fair cheeks, my lord; then we shall have 'em
Talk us to silence.
ANNE
You are a merry gamester,
My Lord Sandys.
SANDYS
Yes, if I make my play.
Here's to your ladyship; and pledge it, madam,
For 'tis to such a thing, —
ANNE
You cannot show me.
SANDYS
I told your Grace they would talk anon.
[Drum and trumpet, chambers discharged.]
WOLSEY
What's that?
CHAMBERLAIN
Look out there, some of ye.
[Exit Servant.]
WOLSEY
What warlike voice,
And to what end, is this? Nay, ladies, fear not;
By all the laws of war you're privileg'd.
[Re-enter Servant.]
CHAMBERLAIN
How now! what is't?
SERVANT
A noble troop of strangers,
For so they seem. They've left their barge and landed,
And hither make, as great ambassadors
From foreign princes.
WOLSEY
Good Lord Chamberlain,
Go, give 'em welcome; you can speak the French tongue;
[Kisses her.]
CHAMBERLAIN
Well said, my lord.
So, now you're fairly seated. Gentlemen,
The penance lies on you, if these fair ladies
Pass away frowning.
SANDYS
For my little cure,
Let me alone.
[Hautboys. Enter Cardinal Wolsey, and takes his state.]
WOLSEY
You're 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.
[Drinks.]
SANDYS
Your Grace is noble.
Let me have such a bowl may hold my thanks,
And save me so much talking.
WOLSEY
My Lord Sandys,
I am beholding to you; cheer your neighbours.
Ladies, you are not merry. Gentlemen,
Whose fault is this?
SANDYS
The red wine first must rise
In their fair cheeks, my lord; then we shall have 'em
Talk us to silence.
ANNE
You are a merry gamester,
My Lord Sandys.
SANDYS
Yes, if I make my play.
Here's to your ladyship; and pledge it, madam,
For 'tis to such a thing, —
ANNE
You cannot show me.
SANDYS
I told your Grace they would talk anon.
[Drum and trumpet, chambers discharged.]
WOLSEY
What's that?
CHAMBERLAIN
Look out there, some of ye.
[Exit Servant.]
WOLSEY
What warlike voice,
And to what end, is this? Nay, ladies, fear not;
By all the laws of war you're privileg'd.
[Re-enter Servant.]
CHAMBERLAIN
How now! what is't?
SERVANT
A noble troop of strangers,
For so they seem. They've left their barge and landed,
And hither make, as great ambassadors
From foreign princes.
WOLSEY
Good Lord Chamberlain,
Go, give 'em welcome; you can speak the French tongue;
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