Would by a good discourser lose some life, Order gave each thing view; the office did Buck. Who did guide, 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. Surely, sir, Nor. There's in him stuff that puts him to these ends: For, being not propp'd by ancestry, (whose grace umphs and pleasures, however well related, must lose in the description part of that spirit and energy which were expressed in the real action. 8 the office did Distinctly his full function.] The commission for regulating this festivity was well executed, and gave exactly to every partilar person and action the proper place. JOHNSON. 9 — element] No initiation, no previous practices. Elements are the first principles of things, or rudintents of knowledge. The word is here applied, not without a catachresis, to a person. fierce vanities?] Fierce is here, I think, used like the French fier for proud, unless we suppose an allusion to the mimical ferocity of the combatants in the tilt. JOHNSON. 2 That such a keech-] A keech is a solid lump or mass. A cake of wax or tallow formed in a mould, is called yet in some places, a keech. There may, perhaps, be a singular propriety in this term of contempt. Wolsey was the son of a butcher, and in The Second Part of King Henry IV. a butcher's wife is called Goody Keech. Chalks successors their way,) nor call'd upon Out of his self-drawing web, he gives us note, Aber. 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 Buck. Why the devil, Upon this French going-out, took he upon him, Must fetch him in he papers.* Aber. I do know Kinsmen of mine, three at the least, that have Buck. O, many Have broke their backs with laying manors on them 4 Must fetch him in he papers.] He papers, a verb; his own letter, by his own single authority, and without the concurrence of the council, must fetch him in whom he papers down. Nor: Grievingly I think, The peace between the French and us not values Buck. Nor. Which is budded out; For France hath flaw'd the league, and hath attach'd Our merchants' goods at Bourdeaux. The ambassador is silenc'd? Aber. Nor. Is it therefore Marry, is't. Aber. A proper title of a peace; and purchas'd At a superfluous rate! Buck. Our reverend cardinal carried." Nor. Why, all this business 'Like it your grace, The state takes notice of the private difference What his high hatred would effect, wants not s What did this vanity, But minister, &c.] What effect had this pompous show, but the production of a wretched conclusion. JOHNSON. 5 The ambassador is silenc'd?] I understand this of the French ambassador residing in England, who, by being refused an audience, may be said to be silenc'd. JOHNSON. A proper title of a peace;] A fine name of a peace. Ironically. JOHNSON. Our reverend cardinal carried.] To carry a business was at this time a current phrase for to conduct or manage it. 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. Bosom up my counsel, You'll find it wholesome. Lo, where comes that. rock, That I advise your shunning. Enter Cardinal WOLSEY, (the Purse 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 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 Buckingham Shall lessen this big look. Exeunt WOLSEY, and 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 slumber. A beggar's book Out-worths a noble's blood.' Nor. What, are you chaf'd? Ask God for temperance; that's the appliance only, disease requires, Which a butcher. your butcher's cur-] Wolsey is said to have been the son of A beggar's book Out-worths a noble's blood.] That is, the literary qualifications of a bookish beggar are more prized than the high descent of hereditary greatness. This is a contemptuous exclamation very na turally put into the mouth of one of the ancient, unlettered, martial nobility. JOHNSON. Buck. I read in his looks Matter against me; and his eye revil'd Me, as his abject object: at this instant He bores me with some trick: He's gone to the king; I'll follow, and out-stare him. Nor. Buck. Nor. More stronger to direct you than yourself; Buck. Sir, I am thankful to you: and I'll go along By your prescription :-but this top-proud fellow, "He bores me with some trick:] He stabs or wounds me by some artifice or fiction. 3 - from a mouth of honour-] I will crush this base-born fellow, by the due influence of my rank, or say that all distinction of persons is at an end. JOHNSON. |