_Wol._ My Lord Sands, 40 I am beholding to you: cheer your neighbours.[211] Ladies, you are not merry: gentlemen, Whose fault is this? _Sands._ 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,[212] 45 My Lord Sands.[212][213] _Sands._ Yes, if I make my play. Here's to your ladyship: and pledge it, madam, For 'tis to such a thing--[214] _Anne._ You cannot show me. _Sands._ I told your grace they would talk anon. [_Drum and trumpet: chambers discharged._[215] _Wol._ What's that? _Cham._ Look out there, some of ye. [_Exit Servant._[216] _Wol._ What warlike voice, 50 And to what end, is this? Nay, ladies, fear not; By all the laws of war you're privileged.[208] _Re-enter_ Servant.[217] _Cham._ How now! what is't? _Serv._ A noble troop of strangers; For so they seem: they've left their barge, and landed;[218] And hither make, as great ambassadors 55 From foreign princes. _Wol._ Good lord chamberlain, Go, give 'em welcome; you can speak the French tongue;[219][220] And, pray, receive 'em nobly and conduct 'em[219] Into our presence, where this heaven of beauty Shall shine at full upon them. Some attend him. 60 [_Exit Chamberlain, attended. All rise, and tables removed._[221] You have now a broken banquet; but we'll mend it.[222] A good digestion to you all: and once more[223] I shower a welcome on ye; welcome all. _Hautboys. Enter the_ KING _and others, as masquers, habited like shepherds, ushered by the_ LORD CHAMBERLAIN. _They pass directly before the_ CARDINAL, _and gracefully salute him_.[224] A noble company! what are their pleasures? _Cham._ Because they speak no English, thus they pray'd[225] 65 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 70 Crave leave to view these ladies and entreat An hour of revels with 'em.[226] _Wol._ Say, lord chamberlain,[226] They have done my poor house grace; for which I pay 'em[226][227][228] A thousand thanks and pray 'em take their pleasures.[226][227] [_They choose. The King chooses Anne Bullen._[229]