King. I fear, too much.
Wol. There's fresher air, my lord,
In the next chamber.
King. Lead in your ladies, every one. Sweet partner,
I must not yet forsake you. Let's be merry,[240]
Good my lord cardinal: I have half a dozen healths[240][241] 105
To drink to these fair ladies, and a measure
To lead 'em once again; and then let's dream
Who's best in favour. Let the music knock it.[242]
[Exeunt with trumpets.
FOOTNOTES:
[9a] Act i. Scene i.] Actus Primus. Scæna Prima. Ff. The Acts and Scenes are indicated throughout in Ff.
London. An ante-chamber in the palace.] Theobald.
[10] saw] F1 F2. saw y' F3 F4.
[11] suns] sunnes F1 F2. sons F3 F4.
[12] Andren] F1. Arde F2 F3 F4. Ardres Rowe.