Without venturing a look at the royal balcony, the earl couched his
lance, and bounding forward, bore away the ring on its point.
Amid the plaudits of the spectators, he then careered around the arena,
and approaching the royal balcony, raised his lance, and proffered the
ring to the Fair Geraldine, who blushingly received it. Henry, though by
no means pleased with Surrey's success, earned as it was at the
expense of his son, complimented him upon his skill, and Anne Boleyn
joined warmly in his praises.
The lists were then closed, and the royal party retired to partake of
refreshments; after which they proceeded to the butts erected in the
broad mead at the north of the castle, where the Duke of Shoreditch
and his companions shot a well-contested match with the long-bow.
During these sports, Surrey placed himself as near as he could to the
Fair Geraldine, and though but few opportunities occurred of
exchanging a syllable with her, his looks spoke a sufficiently intelligible
language. At last, just as they were about to return to the palace, he
breathed in an imploring tone in her ear--
"You will attend vespers at Saint George's Chapel this evening.
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