ANNE.
Was he mad, sir?
SANDYS.
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.]
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?