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KING

[unmasking]
Ye have found him, Cardinal.
You hold a fair assembly; you do well, lord.

You are a churchman, or I’ll tell you, Cardinal,
I should judge now unhappily.

WOLSEY
I am glad
Your grace is grown so pleasant.

KING
My Lord Chamberlain, [90]
Prithee come hither: what fair lady’s that?

CHAMBERLAIN

An’t please your grace, Sir Thomas Bullen’s daughter,
The Viscount Rochford, one of her highness’ women.

KING
By heaven, she is a dainty one. Sweetheart,
I were unmannerly to take you out [95]

And not to kiss you. A health, gentlemen,
Let it go round.

WOLSEY
Sir Thomas Lovell, is the banquet ready
I’th’privy chamber?

LOVELL
Yes, my lord.

WOLSEY
Your grace,

I fear, with dancing is a little heated. [100]

KING