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I was my chamber's prisoner.
Nor. Then you lost
The view of earthly glory: Men might say,
Till this time, pomp was single ; but now mairy'd
To one above itself. Each following day
Became the next day's master, till the last
Made former wonders it's : To-day, the French,
All clinquant, all in gold, like heathen gods,
Shone down the English; and to-morrow, they
Made Britain, India:
every man ,
Show'd like a mine. Their dwarfish pages were
As cherubins, all gilt: the madams too,
Not us'd to toil, did almost sweat to bear
The pride upon them, that their
Was to them as a painting: now this mask
Was cry'd incomparable; and the ensuing night
Made it a fool, and beggar. The two Kings,"
Equal in lustre, were now best, now worst,
As presence did present them; him in eye,
Still him in praise : and, being present both,
'Twas said, they saw but one ; and no discerner
Durst: wag his tongue in censure. When these
(For so they phrase them,) by their heralds chal-
The noble spirits to arms, they did perform
Beyond thought's compass; that former fabulous
story, Being now seen possible enough, got credit, That Bevis was believ'd.
Buck. O, you go far.
Nor. As I belong to worship, and affect
In honour honesty, the tract of every thing
Would by a good discourser lose some life,
Which action's self was tongue to. All was royal;
To the disposing of it nought rebell’d,
Order gave each thing view; the office did
Distinctly his full function.
Buck. Who did guide,
I mean, who set the body and the limbs
Of this great sport together, as you guess ?
Nor. One, Certes, that promises no element In such a business.
Buck. I pray you, who, my Lord ?
Nor. All this was order'd by the good des-
cretion Of the right reverend Cardinal of York. Buck. The devil speed him! no man's pie is
From bis ambitious finger. What had he
To do in these fierce vanities? I wonder,
That such a keech can with his very bulk
Take up the rays of the beneficial sun,
And keep it from the earth.
Nor. Surely, Sir,
There's in him stuff that puts him to these ends :
For, being not propp'd by ancestry, (whose grace
Chalks successors their way,) nor call'd upon
For high feats done to the crown; neither ally'd
To eminent assistants, but , spider-like,
Out of his self-drawing web, he gives us note,
The force of his own merit makes his way;
A gift that heaven gives for him, which buys
A place next to the King.
Aber. I cannot tell
What heaven hath given him, let some graver eye
Pierce into that'; but I can see his pride
Deep through each part of him: Whence has he
If not from hell, the devil is a niggard;
Or has given all before, and he begins
A new hell in himself.
Buck. Why the devil,
Upon this French going-out, took hè upon him,
Tvithout the privity o' the King, to appoint
Who should attend on him? He makes
Of all the gentry; for the inost part such
Too, whom as great a charge as little bonour
He meant to lay upon: and his own letter,
The honourable board of council out,
Must fetch him in he papers,
Aber. I do know
Kiusmen of mine, three at the least, that have
By this so sicken'd their estates, that never
They shall abound as formerly,
Buck. O, many
Have broke their backs with laying manars on
For this great journey. What did this' vanity,
But minister communication of
4 most poor issue?
Nor. Gpievingly I think,
The peace between the Freuch and us not values
The cost that did conclude it
** Buck. Every man,
After the bideous storm 'that follow'd, was
A thing inspir'd; and, not consulting, broke
Into a general prophecy, Tliat this tempest,
Dashing the garment of this peace, aboded
The sidden breach ou't.
Nor. Vhich is budded out;
For France hath flaw'd the league, and hath .it-
Our merchants' goods at Bourdeaux.
Aber. Is it therefore
The ambassador is, silenc'd ?
Nor. Marry, is't.
Aber. A proper title of a peace; and purchas'il
At a a superfluous rate!
Buck. Why, all this business Our reverend Cardinal carry'd. Nor. 'Like it
Grace, The state takes notice of the private difference Betwixt you and the Cardinal. I advise youl, (And take it from a heart that wishes towards you Honour and plenteous safety,) that you read The Cardinal's malice and his potency Together: to consider further, that What his high hatred would effect, wants hot A minister in his power: You kyo,w his nature, That he's revengeful; and I know, his sword Hath a sharp edge: it's lans, and, it
said, It reaches far; and where 'twill not extend, Thither he darts it. Bosom up my counsel, You'll fịnd it wholesome, Lo, where comes that
rock, That I advise your shúnning.
Enter Cardinal Wolsey, (the purse horne be
fore him,) certain of the guard, and two Secretaries with papers. The Cardinal in his passage fixeth his eye on Buckingham, and Buckinghain on him, both full of disdain.
Wol. The Duke of Buckingliam's surveyor ? ha? Where's his exarnination ?
1. Secr. Here, so please you. Wol. Is he in person ready ? 1. Secr. Ay, please your Grace. Wol. Well, we shall then know more ; and
Buckingham Shall lessen this big look.
[Exeunt Wolsey, and train.
Buck. This butcher's cur is venom-mouth'd,
and I Have not the power to muzzle him: therefore,
best Not wake hiin in his slumber. A beggar's book Out-worths a noble's blood.
Nor. What, are you chaf'd ? Ask God for temperance; that's the appliance
only, Which your disease requires.
Buck. I read in his looks Matter against me; and his eye
revil'd Me, as his abject object: at this instant He bores me withi some trick : He's gone to the
I'll follow, and out-stare him.
Nor. Ştay, my Lord,
And let your reason with your choler question
What 'tis you go about: To climb steep hills,
Requires slow pace at first: Anger is like
A full-hot horse; who being allow'd his way,
Sell-metile tires him. Not a man in England
Can advise me like you: be to yourself
As you would to
Buck. I'll to the King;
And from a mouth of honour quite cry down
This Ipswich fellow's insolence; or proclaim,
There's difference in po persons,
Nor. Be advis'd;
Heat not a farnace for your foe so hot
That it do singe yourself: We may outrun,
By violent swiftness, that which we run at,
And lose by over-rupning. Know you not,
The fire, that mounts the liquor till it run o'er,
la seeming to augment it, wastes it? Be advis'd: