Such a compounded one? I was my chamber's prisoner. The view of earthly glory: men might fay Buck. Oh, you go far! Nor. As I belong to worship, and affect Buck. All was royal; To the difpofing of it nought rebell'd, Order gave each thing view. Diftinctly his full function. Who did guide, The office did Of I mean, who fet the body and the limbs The old romantic legend of Bevis of Southampton. Of this great sport together, as you guess? 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 fuch a†ketch can with his very bulk Take up the rays o' th' beneficial fun, And keep it from the earth. Nor. Yet furely, Sir, There's in him ftuff that puts him to these ends: Out of his felf-drawn web; this gives us note, Aber. I cannot tell What heav'n hath giv'n him; let fome graver eye Peep through each part of him; whence has he that, Or has giv'n all before, and he begins Buck. Why the devil, Upon this French going out, took he upon him, * no rudiment or beginning. A 4 Muft ketch, from the Italian Caicchio, fignifyng a Tub, Barrel, or Hogshead. Skinner, Muft fetch in him he * Aber. I do know papers. Kinsmen of mine, three at the leaft, that have Buck. O many Have broke their backs with laying mannors on 'em For this great journey. What did this great vanity, But minifter communication of A moft poor iffue? Nor. Grievingly, I think, The peace between the French and us, not values Buck. Every Man, After the hideous ftorm that follow'd, was Nor. Which is budded out: For France hath flaw'd the league, and hath attach'd Our merchants goods at Bourdeaux. Aber. Is it therefore Th'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 rev'rend Cardinal carry'd. Nor. Like it your Grace, The state takes notice of the private difference What *he papers, a verb; His own letter, By bis own fingle authovity, and without the concurrence of the Council, must fetch in Him whom he papers down, I don't understand it, unless this be the meaning. What his high hatred would affect, wants not SCENE II. Enter Cardinal Wolfey, the purse born before him, cer tain of the guard, and two fecretaries with papers 5 the Cardinal in his paffage fixeth his eye on Bucking ham, and Buckingham on him, both full of disdain. Wol. The Duke of Buckingham's surveyor ? ha! Where's his examination? Secr. Here, fo please you. Wol. Is he in perfon ready? Secr. Ay, an't pleafe your Grace. Wol. Well, we fhall then know more, And Buckingham fhall 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 flumber. A beggar's book Out-worths a noble's blood. Nor. What, are you chaf'd? Ask God for temperance, that's th' appliance only. Buck. I read in's looks Matter against me, and his eye revil'd Me as his abject object; at this inftant He bores me with fome trick, he's gone to th' King ↑ I'll follow and out-ftare him. Nor. Stay, my lord, And let your reafon with your choler question Self felf Self-mettle tires him: Not a man in England And from a mouth of honour quite cry down Nor. Be advis'd; Heat not a furnace for your foe fo hot Buck. Sir, I'm thankful to you, and I'll go along By your prefcription; but this top-proud fellow, And prrofs as clear as founts in July, when To be corrupt and treasonous. Nor. Say not, treasonous. Buck. To th' King I'll fay't, and make my vouch as ftrong As fhore of rock. -attend. This holy fox, That fwallow'd fo much treasure, and like a glass Nor. Faith, and so it did. Buck. |