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In their embracement, as they grew together; Which had they, what four thron'd ones could have

weigh'd
Such a compounded one?
Buck.

All the whole time
I was my chamber's prisoner.
Nor.

Then you lost
The view of earthly glory: Men might say,
Till this time, poinp was single; but now married
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, that stood,
Show'd like a mine. Their dwarfish pages were
As cherubims, all gilt: the madams too, .
Not us'd to toil, did almost sweat to bear
The pride upon them, that their very labour
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 t. When these suns
(For so they phrase them), by their heralds chal-

leng'd The noble spirits to arms, they did perform Beyond thought's compass; that former fabulous

story,
Being vow seen possible enough, got credit,
That Bevis i was believ'd.
Buck.

O, you go far.
Nor. As I belong to worship, and affect

Glittering, shining.
+ In opinion, which was most noble.

Sir Bevis, an old romance.

In honour lionesty, 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 rebella,
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 elementt
In such a business.
Buck.

I pray you, who, my lord ? Nor. All this was order'd by the good discretion Of the right reverend cardinal of York.

Buck. The devil speed him! no man's pie is free'd From his 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 o' 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 allied 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 Peep through each part of him: Whence has he that? If not from hell, the devil is a niggard ; Or has given all before, and he begins A new hell in himself,

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Buck.

Why the devil,
Upon this French going-out, took he upon him,
Without the privity o’the king, to appoint
Who should attend on bim? He makes up the file
Of all the gentry; for the most part such
Too, whom as great a charge as little honour.
He meant to lay upon : and his own lettert,
The honourable board of council out,
Must fetch him in he papers.
Aber.

. I do know
Kinsmen 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 manors on them
For this great journey. What did this vanity,
But minister communication of
A most poor issue?
Nor.

Grievingly I think,
The peace between the French and us not values
The cost that did conclude it.
Buck.

Every man,
After the hideous storm that follow'd, was
A thing inspir'd: and, not consulting, broke
Into a general prophecy, That this tempest,
Dashing the garment of this peace, aboded
The sudden breach on't.
Nor.

Which is budded out;
For France hath flaw'd the league, and bath attach'd
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'd
At a superfluous rate!
Buck.

Why, all this business
Our reverend cardinal carried 1.

• List.

+ Sets down in his letter without consulting the council,

| Conducted.

Nor.

'Like it your grace, The state takes notice of the private difference Betwixt you and the cardinal. I advise you, (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 not A minister in his power: You know his nature, That he's revengeful ; and I know, his sword Hath a sharp edge: it's long, and, it may be said, It reaches far; and where 'twill not extend, Thither he darts it. Bosoni up my counsel, You'll find it wholesome. Lo, where comes that

rock, That I advise your shunning.

2

Enter Cardinal Wolsey (the purse borne before

him), certain of the guard, and two Secretaries with papers. The Cardinal in his passage fireth his eye on Buckingham, and Buckiugham on him, both full of disdain.

Wol. The duke of Buckingham's surveyor, ha? Where's his examination ? 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 Buck

ingham Shall lessen this big look.

(Ereunt Wolsey, and train. Buck. This butcher's cur* is venom-mouth'd,

and I Have pot the power to muzzle him ; therefore, best Not wake him in his slumber. A beggar's book Out-worths a nobie's blood. Nor.

What, are you chaf’d?

* Wolsey was the son of a butcher.

B2

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 objeet : at this instant
He bores* me with some trick: He's gone to the king;
I'll follow, and out-stare him.
Nors

Stay, 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,
Self-mettle tires him. Not a man in England
Can advise me like you: be to yourself
As you would to your friend.
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 no persons.
Nor.

Be advis'd;
Heat not a furnace for your foe so liot
That it do singe yourself: We may outrun,
By violent swiftness, that which we run at,
And lose by over-running. Know you not,
The fire, that mounts the liquor till it run o'er,
In seeming to augment it, wastes it? Be advis'd:
I say again, there is no English soul
More stronger to direct you than yourself;
If with the sap of reason you would quench,
Or but allay, the fire of passion,
Buck.

Sir, I am thankful to you; and I'll go along By your prescription :--but this top proud fellow, (Whom from the flow of gall I name not, but From sincere motions), by intelligence, And proofs as clear as founts in Júly, when We see each grain of gravel, I do know To be corrupt and treasonous.

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