_Hautboys. 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 GUILDFORD.[197] _Guild._ Ladies, a general welcome from his grace[198] 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[199] 5 As, first, good company, good wine, good welcome,[200] Can make good people. _Enter_ LORD CHAMBERLAIN, LORD SANDS, _and_ SIR THOMAS LOVELL.[201] O, my lord, you're tardy: The very thought of this fair company Clapp'd wings to me. _Cham._ You are young, Sir Harry Guildford.[202] _Sands._ Sir Thomas Lovell, had the cardinal 10 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. _Lov._ O, that your lordship were but now confessor 15 To one or two of these! _Sands._ I would I were; They should find easy penance. _Lov._ Faith, how easy? _Sands._ As easy as a down-bed would afford it. _Cham._ Sweet ladies, will it please you sit? Sir Harry, Place you that side; I'll take the charge of this: 20 His grace is entering. Nay, you must not freeze; Two women placed together makes cold weather:[203] My Lord Sands, you are one will keep 'em waking; Pray, sit between these ladies. _Sands._ By my faith, And thank your lordship. By your leave, sweet ladies:[204] 25 If I chance to talk a little wild, forgive me; I had it from my father. _Anne._ Was he mad, sir? _Sands._ 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._[205] _Cham._ Well said, my lord. 30 So, now you're fairly seated. Gentlemen,[206] The penance lies on you, if these fair ladies Pass away frowning. _Sands._ For my little cure,[207] Let me alone. _Hautboys. Enter_ CARDINAL WOLSEY, _and takes his state_. _Wol._ You're welcome, my fair guests: that noble lady[208] 35 Or gentleman that is not freely merry, Is not my friend: this, to confirm my welcome;[209] And to you all, good health. [_Drinks._[210] _Sands._ Your grace is noble: Let me have such a bowl may hold my thanks, And save me so much talking.