Cham. Such a one, they all confess,
There is indeed; which they would have your grace
Find out, and he will take it.
Wol. Let me see then.[234]
By all your good leaves, gentlemen; here I'll make 85
My royal choice.
King. [Unmasking] Ye have found him, cardinal:[235]
You hold a fair assembly; you do well, lord:
You are a churchman, or, I'll tell you, cardinal,
I should judge now unhappily.[236]
Wol. I am glad
Your grace is grown so pleasant.
King. My lord chamberlain, 90
Prithee, come hither: what fair lady's that?
Cham. An't please your grace, Sir Thomas Bullen's daughter,[237]
The Viscount Rochford, one of her highness' women.[237][238]
King. By heaven, she is a dainty one. Sweetheart,[239]
I were unmannerly, to take you out, 95
And not to kiss you. A health, gentlemen!
Let it go round.
Wol. Sir Thomas Lovell, is the banquet ready
I' the privy chamber?
Lov. Yes, my lord.
Wol. Your grace,
I fear, with dancing is a little heated. 100