Wol. You're welcome, my fair guests: that noble lady[208] 35
Or gentleman that is not freely merry,
Is not my friend: this, to confirm my welcome;[209]
And to you all, good health. [Drinks.[210]
Sands. Your grace is noble:
Let me have such a bowl may hold my thanks,
And save me so much talking.
Wol. My Lord Sands, 40
I am beholding to you: cheer your neighbours.[211]
Ladies, you are not merry: gentlemen,
Whose fault is this?
Sands. The red wine first must rise
In their fair cheeks, my lord; then we shall have 'em
Talk us to silence.
Anne. You are a merry gamester,[212] 45
My Lord Sands.[212][213]
Sands. Yes, if I make my play.
Here's to your ladyship: and pledge it, madam,
For 'tis to such a thing—[214]
Anne. You cannot show me.
Sands. I told your grace they would talk anon.
[Drum and trumpet: chambers discharged.[215]
Wol. What's that?