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I was my chamber's prisoner.

Nor. Then you lost The view of earthly glory: Men might say, Till this time, pomp was single; but now marry'd To one above itself. Each following day Became the next day's master, till the last Made former wonders it's : 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, Show'd like a mine. Their dwarfish pages were As cherubins, all gilt: the madams too, Not us'd to toil, did almost 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 the 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 saw but one; and no discerner Durst wag his tongue in censure. When these (For so they phrase them,) by their heralds chal

leng'd The noble spirits to arms, they did perform Beyond thought's compass; that former fabulous

story, Being now seen possible enough, got credit, That Bevis was believ'd.,

Buck. O, 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. All was royal; To the disposing of it nought rebell’d,


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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, Certes, that promises no element ! In such a business.

Buck. I pray you, who, my Lord ?
Nor. All this was order'd by the good des-

cretion Of the right reverend Cardinal of York. Buck. The devil speed him! no man's pie is

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 of the beneficial sun,
And keep it from the earth.

Nor. Surely, Sir,
There's in him stuff that puts him to these ends :
For, being not propp'd by ancestry, (whose grace
Chalks successors their way,) nor call'd upon
For high feats done to the crown; neither ally'd
To eminent assistants , but, spider-like,
Out of his self-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 some graver eye
Pierce into that'; but I can see his pride
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.

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Buck, Why the devil,
Upon this French going-out, took he upon him,
Without the privity oʻthe King, to appoint
Who should attend on him? He makes up the file
Of all the gentry; for the most part such
Tao, whom as great a charge as little bonour
He meant to lay upon: and his own lelter,
The honourable board of council out,
Must fetch him in he papers.

Aber. I do know
Kivsmen of mine, three at the least, that have
By this so sicken'd their estates', that never
They shall abound as formerly

Buck. O, many
Have broke their backs' will laying, manors on

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 ita

Buck. Every man,
After the bideous storm 'that follow'd, was
A thing iospir'd; and, not consulting, broke
Into a general prophecy, That this tempest,
Dashing the garment of this peace, aboded
The sudden breach ou't.

Nor. Vhich is budded out;
For France hath flaw'd the league, and hath to

Our merchants' goods at Bourdeaux.

Aber. Is it therefore
The ambassador is, silenc'd ?

Nor. Marry, is't.
Aber. A proper title of a peace; and purchas'ul

At a superfluous 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 towards you Honour and plenteous safety,) that you read The Cardinal's malice and his potency Together : to consider further, that What bis, high hatred would effect, wants

hot A minister in his power: You kyow his nature, 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 shúnning,

Enter Cardinal WOLSEY, (the purse borne be

fore him,) certain of the guard, and two Sècretaries with papers. The Cardinal in his -passage fixeth his eye on Buckingham, and

Buckingham on him, both full of disdain.

Wol. The Duke of Buckingliam'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.

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Buck. This butcher's cur is venom- mouth'd,

and I Have not the power to muzzle him: therefore,

best Not wake hiin 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, Which your disease requires.

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 goue to the


I'll follow, and out-stare him.
Nor. Ştay, my

And let your reason with your choler question
What 'tis you go about: To climb steep hills,
Requires slow pace at first: Anger is like
A full-hot horse; who being allow'd his way,
Sell-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 Ipswich fellow's insolence; or proclaim,
There's difference in po persons,

Nor. Be advis'l;
Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot
That it do singe yourself: We may outrun,
By violent swiftness, that which we run at,
And lose by over-running. Know you not,
The fire, that mounts the liquor till it run o'er,
lu seeming to augment it, wastes it? Be advis'd:

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