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If I chance to talk a little wild, forgive me:
I had it from my father.

ANNE
Was he mad, sir?

SANDS
O, very mad, exceeding mad, in love too;
But he would bite none. Just as I do now,

He would kiss you twenty with a breath.

CHAMBERLAIN
Well said, my lord. [30]
So, now you’re fairly seated. Gentlemen,
The penance lies on you if these fair ladies

Pass away frowning.

SANDS

For my little cure,
Let me alone.

Hautboys. Enter Cardinal Wolsey and takes his state

WOLSEY
You’re welcome, my fair guests; that noble lady [35]
Or gentleman that is not freely merry

Is not my friend. This, to confirm my welcome −
And to you all, good health!

SANDS
Your grace is noble.
Let me have such a bowl may hold my thanks,
And save me so much talking.

WOLSEY
My Lord Sands, [40]
I am beholding to you: cheer your neighbours.