[The masquers choose ladies. The King chooses Anne Bullen.]
KING.
The fairest hand I ever touched! O beauty,
Till now I never knew thee.
[Music. Dance.]
WOLSEY.
My lord!
CHAMBERLAIN.
Your Grace?
WOLSEY.
Pray tell ’em thus much from me:
There should be one amongst ’em, by his person
More worthy this place than myself, to whom,
If I but knew him, with my love and duty
I would surrender it.
CHAMBERLAIN.
I will, my lord.
[Whispers with the Masquers.]
WOLSEY.
What say they?
CHAMBERLAIN.
Such a one they all confess
There is indeed, which they would have your Grace
Find out, and he will take it.