Nor. One, certes, that promifes no element In fuch a business.

Buck. I pray you, who, my lord?

Nor. All this was order'd by the good difcretion Of the right reverend cardinal of York.

Buck. The devil fpeed him! no man's pye is free'd From his ambitious finger. What had he To do in these fierce vanities? I wonder, That fuch a keech can with his very bulk Take up o' the beneficial fun, And keep it from the earth. Nor. Surely, fir,

the rays

There's in him ftuff that puts him to thefe ends
For, being not propt by ancestry (whofe grace
Chalks fucceffors their way), nor call'd upon
For high feats done to the crown; neither ally'd
To eminent affittants, but, fpider-like,

Out of his felf-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 fome graver eye Pierce into that; but I can fee his pride

[that?

Peep 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 he upon him,
Without the privity o' the king, to appoint
Who fhould attend on him? He makes up the file
Of all the gentry; for the most part fuch
Too, whom as great a charge as little honour

He

He meant to lay upon: and his own letter,
The honourable board of council out,
Must fetch in him he papers.

Aber. I do know

Kinsmen of mine, three at the least, that have By this fo ficken'd their eftates, that never They fhall abound as formerly.

Buck. O, many

Have broke their backs with laying manors on them For this great journey. What did this vanity, But minilter communication of

Nor. Grievingly I think;

The peace between the French and us not values

The coft that did conclude it.

Buck. Every man,

After the hideous ftorm that follow'd, was
A thing infpir'd; and, not confulting, broke
Into a general prophecy-That this tempeft,
Dafhing the garment of this peace, aboaded
The fudden breach on't.

Nor. Which was budded out;

For France hath flaw'd the league, and hath attach'd Our merchants goods at Bourdeaux.

Aber. Is it therefore

The ambaffador is filenc'd?

Nor. Marry, is't.

Aber. A proper title of a peace; and purchas'd At a fuperfluous rate!

Buck. Why, all this business

Our reverend cardinal carry'd.

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 toward you

Honour

Honour and plenteous fafety), that you read
The cardinal's malice and his potency
Together: to confider 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 fword
Hath a sharp edge: it's long, and it may be faid,
It reaches far; and where 'twill not extend,

Thither he darts it.

Bofom up my counfel, You'll find it wholesome. Lo, where comes that That I advise your shunning.

[rock,

Enter Cardinal WOLSEY, the Purfe borne before him, certain of the Guard, and two Secretaries with Papers. The Cardinal in his passage fixeth his eye on BUCKINGHAM, and BUCKINGHAM on him, both full of difdain.

Wol. The duke of Buckingham's furveyor? ha! Where's his examination?

Secr. Here, fo please you.

Wol. Is he in perfon ready?

Secr. Ay, please your grace.

Wol. Well, we shall then know more; and Buck

Shall leffen his big look.

[ingham [Exeunt Cardinal and his Train. Buck. This butcher's cur is venom-mouth'd, and I Have not the power to muzzle him! therefore, best Not wake him in his flumber. A beggar's book

Out-worths a noble's blood.

Nor. What, are you chaf'd?

Afk 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,

Me, as his abject object: at this inftant

He bores me with fome trick: he's gone to the kin I'll follow and out-ftare him.

Nor. Stay, my lord,

And let you reafon with your choler question
What 'tis you go about: To climb steep hills,
Requires flow pace at first: Anger is like
A full-hot horfe; 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 Ipfwich fellow's infolence; or proclaim, There's difference in no perfons.

Nor. Be advis'd.

Heat not a furnace for your foe fo hot
That it do finge yourfelf: We may out-run,
By violent swiftness, that which we run at,
And lofe by over-running. Know you not,
The fire, that mounts the liquor 'till it run o'er,
In feeming to augment it, waftes it? Be advis'd:
I fay again, there is no English soul

More ftronger to direct you than yourself;
If with the fap of reason you would quench,
Or but allay, the fire of paffion.

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 fincere motions) by intelligence,
And proofs as clear as founts in July, when
We fee each grain of gravel, I do know
To be corrupt and treasonous.

Nor.

Nor. Say not, treasonous.

Buck. To the king I'il fay't; and make my vouch as ftrong

fhore of rock. Attend. This holy fox, wolf, or both (for he is equal ravenous, he is fubtle; and as prone to mischief, able to perform't; his mind and place ecting one another, yea, reciprocally), ly to thew his pomp as well in France here at home, fuggefts the king our mafter this last coftly treaty, the interview,

at swallow'd so much treasure, and like a glass 1 break i' the rinfing.

Nor. 'Faith, and fo it did.

Buck. Pray, give me favour, fir. This cunning e articles o' the combination drew, [cardinal himfelf pleas'd; and they were ratify'd, he cry'd, Thus let be: to as much end, give a crutch to the dead: But our court cardinal is done this, and 'tis well; for worthy Wolfey, ho cannot err, he did it. Now this follows Vhich, as I take it, is a kind of puppy

o the old dam, treaton)-Charles the emperor, nder pretence to fee the queen his aunt For 'twas, indeed, his colour; but he came 5 whiper Wolfey) here makes vifitation: is fears were, that the interview, betwixt ngland and France, might, through their amity, eed him fome prejudice; for from this league rep'd harms that menac'd him: he privily eals with our cardinal; and, as I trow hich I do well; for, I am fure the emperor y'd erehepromis'd; whereby his fuit was granted, re it was afk'd-but when the way was made, And