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Such a compounded one ?
Buck. All the whole time
I was my chamber's prisoner.
Nor. Then you loft
The view of earthly glory : men might say
'Till this time pomp was single, but now marry'd
To one above it self. Each following day
Became the next day's master, 'till the laft
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
Was cry'd incomparable ; and th*ensuing night
Made it a fool and beggar. The two Kings
Equal in luftre, were now best, now workt,
As prefence did present them ; him in eye,
Still him in praise ; and being present both,
'Twas faid they faw but one, and no discerner
Durft wag his tongue in censure. When these funs,
(For so they phrale '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 poffible enough) got credit ;
That + Bevis was beliey'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 tongue to.
Buck. All was rogal;
To the disposing of it nought rebellid,
Order gave each thing view. The office died
Diftinctly his full function. Who did guide,
I mean, who set the body and the limbs
Of + The old romantic legend of Bevis of Southampton,
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 orderd by the good discretion Of the right rey'rend Cardinal of York.
Buck. The devil speed him: 110 man's pye is freed
From his ambitious finger. What had he
To do in these fierce vanities I wonder
That such a to ketch can with his very bulk
rays o'th'beneficial fún, 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 cailld upon
For high feats done to th’crown; neither ally'd
To eminent affiftants ; but spider- like,
Out of his self-drawn web; this gives us note,
The force of his own merit makes his way,
A gift that heaven gives for him, which bays
A place next to the King.
Aber. I cannot tell
What heav'n hath givin 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 giv'n 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)
Must no rudiment or beginning.
cerch, from the Italia Caicchio, signifyng a Tub, Barrel, or Hogshead. Skinner,
Muft fetch in him he *
Aber. I do know
Kinsmen of mine, three at the least, that have
By this so ficken'd their eftates, 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 great 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 tempest,
Dashing the garment of this peace, aboaded
The sudden breach on't.
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’ambassador is filenc'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 rev'rend Cardinal carry'd.
Nor. Like it your Grace,
The state takes notice of the private difference
and the Cardinal. I advise you (And take it from a heart that wilhes you Honour and plenteous safety) that you read The Cardinal's malice and his potency Together : to consider further, that
What * he papers, a verb ; His own letter, By bis own fingle authority, and without the concurrence of the Council, must fetch in Him whom he papors down, I don't understand it, unless this be the meaning.
What his high hatred would affect, 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, aud't may be said,
It reaches far; and where. 'cwill not extend,
Thither he darts it. Bosom.up my counsel,
You'll find it wholsome. Lo, where coines that rock
That I advise your fhunning.
Enter Cardinal Wolsey, the purse born before him, cera
tain of the guard, and two secretaries with papers 5 the Cardinal in his passage 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, 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 Thill lefsen 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 slumber. A beggar's book
Out-worths a noble's blood.
Nor. What, are you
Ask God for temperance, that's th'appliance only
Which your disease requires.
Buck. I read in's looks
Maiter against ine, and his eye
Me as his abject object; at this instant
He bores me with some trick, he's gone to th' King:
l'll follow and our-stare him.
Nor. Stay, my lord,
And let your reason with your choler question
What 'tis you go about. To climb fteep hills
Requires flow pace at first. Anger is like
A full-bot horse, who being allow'd his way,
Self-męttle tires him : Not a man in England
Can advise me,
self As you would to your
Buck. I'll to the King,
And from a mouth of honour quite cry down
This Ipswich fellow's insolence, or proclaim
There's diff'rence in no persons.
Nor. Be advis'd;
Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot
That it do singe your self. We may out-rung
By violent swiftness, that which we run at;
And lose by over-running: know you not,
The fire that mounts the liquor 'till't run ofer,
In seeming to augment it, wastes it : be
Advis'd I say again, there is no English
Soul stronger to direct you than your self,
If with the fap of reason you would quench,
Or but allay the fire of passion..
I'm 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 prrofs as clear as founts in July, when
We see each grain of gravel, I do know
To be corrupt and treafonous.
Nor. Say not, treasonous.
Buck. To th'King I'll say't, and make my vouch as
As shore of rock attend. This holy fox,
Or wolf, or both (for he is equal rav'nous
As he is subtle, and as prone to mischief
As able to perform't) his mind and place
Infecting one another; yea, reciprocally,
Only to shew his pomp, as well in France:
As here at home, suggests the King our master
To this last costly treaty, th' interview,
That swallow'd so much treasure, and like a glass
Did break i'th' rinfing.
Nor. Faith, and so it did.