Page 1646 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

I fear, too much.

WOLSEY
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,

Good my lord Cardinal: I have half a dozen healths [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.

Exeunt, with trumpets