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.
WOLSEY.
Let me see, then.
By all your good leaves, gentlemen; here I’ll make
My royal choice.
KING.
[Unmasking.] Ye have found him, Cardinal.
You hold a fair assembly; you do well, lord.
You are a churchman, or I’ll tell you, Cardinal,
I should judge now unhappily.
WOLSEY.
I am glad
Your Grace is grown so pleasant.
KING.
My Lord Chamberlain,
Prithee come hither. What fair lady’s that?