Page 1640 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

Clapped wings to me.

CHAMBERLAIN
You are young, Sir Harry Guilford.

SANDS
Sir Thomas Lovell, had the Cardinal [10]
But half my lay-thoughts in him, some of these
Should find a running banquet, ere they rested,

I think would better please ’em. By my life,
They are a sweet society of fair ones.

LOVELL
O that your lordship were but now confessor [15]
To one or two of these.

SANDS
I would I were:

They should find easy penance.

LOVELL
Faith, how easy?

SANDS
As easy as a down bed would afford it.

CHAMBERLAIN
Sweet ladies, will it please you sit? Sir Harry,
Place you that side; I’ll take the charge of this. [20]
His grace is entering. Nay, you must not freeze,

Two women placed together makes cold weather.
My Lord Sands, you are one will keep ’em waking:
Pray sit between these ladies.

SANDS
By my faith,

And thank your lordship. By your leave, sweet ladies, [25]