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SCENE, An Antechamber in the Palace.
Enter the Duke of Norfolk, at one door: at the other,
the Duke of Buckingham, and the Lord Abergavenny.
OOD morrow, and well met. How have
Since last we saw in France ?
Nor. I thank your Grace :
Healthful, and ever since a fresh admirer
Of what I saw there.
Buck. An untimely ague
Staid me a prisoner in my chamber, when
Those suns of glory, those two lights of men,
Met in the vale of Arde,
Nor. 'Twixt Guynes and Arde :
I was then present, law 'em falute on horse-back,
Beķeld them when they lighted, how they clung
In their embracement, as they grew together ;
Which had they, what four thron'd ones could have
Such a compounded one?
(weigh'd Buck. All the whole time, I was my chamber's prisoner.
Nor. Then you loft
The view of earthly glory: men might fay,
'Till this time Pomp was fingle, but now marry'd
To one above it self. Each following day
Became the next day's master, 'till the last
Made former wonders, its. 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,
Shew'd like a mine. Their dwarfish pages were
As Cherubins, all gilt ; the Madams too,
Not us'd to toil, did almoft sweat to bear
The pride upon them ; that their very labour
Was to them as a painting. Now this mask
cry'd, incomparable ; and th' 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 faw but one; and no discerner
Durst wag his tongue in censure. When these suns
(For so they phrase 'em) by their heralds challeng'd
The noble fpirits to arms, they did perform
Beyond thought's compass ; that old fabulous story
(Being now seen possible enough) got credit ;
Thatit Bevis was believ'd.
Buck. Oh, 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 congue to. All waş royal ; (3)
Ta + The old romantic legend of. Bevis of Southampton. (3) Which Aktion's self was Tongue to. Buck. All was rayal. To the diffofing of it Nought rebelled;
To the disposing of it nought rebels'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, sure, that promises no element
In such a business.
Buck. Pray you, who, my lord ?
Nor. All this was order'd by the good discretion
Of the right rev'rend Cardinal of York.
Buck. The devil speed him ! no man's pye is freed
From his ambitious finger. What had he
To do in these fierce vanities? I wonder,
That such a ketch can with his very bulk
Take up the rays o’th' beneficial fun,
And keep it from the earth.
Nor. Yet, surely, Sir,
There's in him stuff that puts him to these ends. .
For being not propt by ancestry, whose grace
Chalks successors their way; nor call'd upon
For high feats done to th’Crown; neither ally'd
To eminent assistants ; but spider like
Out of his felf-drawn web; -- this 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 heav'n-hath giv'n him ; let some graver eye
Pierce into that : but I can see his pride
Peep through each part of him ; whence has he that? (4)
Order gave each Thing View. The Office did
Diftinčtly his full Function. Who did, &c.] Thus hitherto these Speeches have been regulated : but, I think, mistakingly. Buckingham could not with any Propriety say This; for he wanted Information as to the Magnificence, having kept his Chamber with an Ague during the Solemnity. I have therefore ventur'd to split the Speeches, so as to give them Probability, from the Persons speaking : without hazarding the Author's Sense by this new Regulation.
whence has he that, If not from hell ? the Devil] Thus has this Passage been pointed in all
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 he upon him,
Without the privity o'th'King, t'appoint
Who should attend him? he makes up the file
Of all the gentry : for the most part such,
To whom as great a charge as little honour
He meant to lay upon : And his own letter
(The honourable board of council out)
Muft fetch in him he papers.
Aber. I do know
Kinsmen of mine, three at the least, that have
By this so ficken'd their estates, that never
They shall abound as formerly.
Buck. O, many
Have broke their backs with laying mannors on 'em
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 prophesie, that this tempeft,
Dashing the garment of this peace, aboaded
The sudden breach on't.
Nor. Which is budded out:
For France hath faw'd the league, and hath attach'
Our merchants goods at Bourdeaux.
Aber. Is it therefore
Th' ambassador is silenc'd ?
Nor. Marry, is't.
the Editions ; but the very Inference, which is made upon it, directs the Stops as I have regulated them ; and as Mr. Warburton likewise communicated to Me, they should be.
Aber. A proper title of a peace, and purchas'd At a superfluous rate!
Buck. Why all this business
Our rev'rend Cardinal carried.
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 tow'rds
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 pow'r. You know his nature,
That he's revengeful; and, I know, his sword
Hath a sharp edge: it's long, and't may be said,
It reaches far ; and where 'twill not extend,
Thither he darts it.' Bosom up my counsel,
You'll find it wholesome. Lo, where comes that rock,
That I advise your shunning.
Enter Cardinal Wolsey, the purse born before him, certain
of the guard, and two secretaries with _papers ; the Cardinal in his passage fixeth bis eye on Buckingham, and Buckingham on bim, both full of disdain.
Wol. The Duke of Buckingham's surveyor ? ha?
Where's his examination ?
Secr. Here, so please you.
Wol. Is he in person ready?
Secr. Ay, an't please your Grace.
Wol. Well, we shall then know more ;
And Buckingham shall leffen this big look.
[Exeunt Cardinal and his train.
Buck. This butcher's cur is venom-mouth'd, and I
Have not the pow'r to muzzle him ; therefore best
Not wake him in his number. A beggar's book
Out-worths a noble's blood.
Nor. What, are you chaf'd ?
Ask God for temp’rance ; that's th’appliance only,
Which your disease requires.