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SANDS
The devil fiddle ’em! I am glad they are going,
For sure there’s no converting of ’em. Now
An honest country lord, as I am, beaten
A long time out of play, may bring his plainsong, [45]
And have an hour of hearing, and, by’r lady,
Held current music too.
CHAMBERLAIN
Well said, Lord Sands.
Your colt’s tooth is not cast yet?
SANDS
No, my lord,
Nor shall not while I have a stump.
CHAMBERLAIN
Sir Thomas,
Whither were you a-going?
LOVELL
To the Cardinal’s; [50]
Your lordship is a guest too.
CHAMBERLAIN
O, ’tis true.
This night he makes a supper, and a great one,
To many lords and ladies. There will be
The beauty of this kingdom, I’ll assure you.
LOVELL
That churchman bears a bounteous mind indeed, [55]
A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us.
His dews fall everywhere.
CHAMBERLAIN
No doubt he’s noble.
