Cham. Because they speak no English, thus they pray'd[225] 65
To tell your grace, that, having heard by fame
Of this so noble and so fair assembly
This night to meet here, they could do no less,
Out of the great respect they bear to beauty,
But leave their flocks, and under your fair conduct 70
Crave leave to view these ladies and entreat
An hour of revels with 'em.[226]
Wol. Say, lord chamberlain,[226]
They have done my poor house grace; for which I pay 'em[226][227][228]
A thousand thanks and pray 'em take their pleasures.[226][227]
[They choose. The King chooses Anne Bullen.[229]
King. The fairest hand I ever touch'd! O beauty, 75
Till now I never knew thee! [Music. Dance.
Wol. My lord![230]
Cham. Your grace?
Wol. Pray, tell 'em thus much from me:[231][232]
There should be one amongst 'em, by his person,[231]
More worthy this place than myself; to whom,
If I but knew him, with my love and duty 80
I would surrender it.
Cham. I will, my lord.
[Whispers the Masquers.[233]
Wol. What say they?