Enter Lord Chamberlain, Lord Sandys and Sir Thomas Lovell.
O, my lord, you’re tardy.
The very thought of this fair company
Clapped wings to me.
CHAMBERLAIN.
You are young, Sir Harry Guildford.
SANDYS.
Sir Thomas Lovell, had the Cardinal
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.
LOVELL.
O, that your lordship were but now confessor
To one or two of these!
SANDYS.
I would I were.
They should find easy penance.
LOVELL.
Faith, how easy?
SANDYS.
As easy as a down bed would afford it.
CHAMBERLAIN.
Sweet ladies, will it please you sit? Sir Harry,
Place you that side; I’ll take the charge of this.
His Grace is ent’ring. Nay, you must not freeze;
Two women placed together makes cold weather.
My Lord Sandys, you are one will keep ’em waking.
Pray, sit between these ladies.
SANDYS.
By my faith,
And thank your lordship. By your leave, sweet ladies.
If I chance to talk a little wild, forgive me;
I had it from my father.