Death! my lord, are after fuch a pagan cut too, ey have worn out christendom. How now? fir Thomas Lovell ? Enter Sir THOMAS LOVELL. 'Faith, my lord, e, but the new proclamation, 'd upon the court-gate. What is't for? reformation of our travell'd gallants, court with quarrels, talk, and tailors. m glad, 'tis there; now I would pray our fieurs English courtier may be wife, the conditions,) leave these remnants ign wifdom,) renouncing clean The The faith they have in tennis, and tall stockings, Or pack to their old playfellows: there, I take it, The lag end of their lewdness, and be laugh'd at. Cham. What a lofs our ladies Will have of thefe trim vanities! Lov. Ay, marry, There will be woe indeed, lords; the fly whorefons A French fong, and a fiddle, has no fellow. Sands. The devil fiddle them! I am glad, they're going; (For, fure, there's no converting of them ;) now An honest country lord, as I am, beaten A long time out of play, may bring his plain-fong, This night he makes a fupper, and a great one, To many lords and ladies; there will be The beauty of this kingdom, I'll affure you. Lov. That churchman bears a bounteous mind indeed, ive 10 great ones. My barge ftays; hall along :-Come, good fir Thomas, e elfe; which I would not be, e to, with fir Henry Guildford, be comptrollers. I am your lordship's. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. - Prefence-Chamber in York-Place. all table under a ftate for the Cardinal, a longer uefts. Enter at one door, ANNE BULLEN, ords, Ladies, and Gentlewomen, as guests; at enter Sir HENRY GUILDFORD. s, a general welcome from his grace This night he dedicates t, and you: none here, he hopes, e bevy, has brought with her d; he would have all as merry ompany, good wine, good welcome people.--O, my lord, you are tardy; Enter |