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All the whole time
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 suns (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
O, you go far.
In honour honesty, the tract of every thing
Who did guide,
Nor. One, certes, that promises no element
I pray you, who, my lord?
the rays o' 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 inerit 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
Why the devil,
I do know
Grievingly I think,
Dashing the garment of this peace, aboded
Which is budded out;
Is it therefore The ambassador is silenc'd? Nor.
Why, all this business
'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 his high hatred would effect, wants not A minister in his power: You know 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 shunning.
Enter Cardinal Wolsey, (the purse borne before him,)
certain of the guard, and two Secretaries with papers. The Cardinal in his passage fireth 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? i Secr.
Ay, please your grace. Wol. Well, we shall then know more; and Buck
ingham 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, 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 gone to the
king; I'll follow, and out-stare him. Nor.
Stay, my lord, And let your reason with
choler question What 'tis you go about: To climb steep hills,