SANDYS.
I told your Grace they would talk anon.
[Drum and trumpet. Chambers discharged.]
WOLSEY.
What’s that?
CHAMBERLAIN.
Look out there, some of ye.
[Exit Servant.]
WOLSEY.
What warlike voice,
And to what end, is this? Nay, ladies, fear not.
By all the laws of war you’re privileged.
Enter Servant.
CHAMBERLAIN.
How now, what is’t?
SERVANT.
A noble troop of strangers,
For so they seem. They’ve left their barge and landed,
And hither make, as great ambassadors
From foreign princes.
WOLSEY.
Good Lord Chamberlain,
Go, give ’em welcome—you can speak the French tongue—
And pray receive ’em nobly, and conduct ’em
Into our presence, where this heaven of beauty
Shall shine at full upon them. Some attend him.