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,
Order gave each thing view; the office did Distinctly his full function.
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.
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 the up o'the beneficial sun, And keep it from the earth.
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.
I was my chamber's prisoner.
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 his wag tongue in censure. When these suns (For so they phrase them), by their heralds challeng'd The noble spirits to arms, they did perform
Beyond thought's compass; that former fabulous story, Being now seen possible enough, got credit,
Nor. As I belong to worship, and effect
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, Order gave each thing view; the office did Distinctly his full function.
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.
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.
Nor. 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.
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 that?
If not from hell, the devil is a niggard;
Or has given all before, and he begins A new hell in himself.
Upon this French going-out, took he upon him, Without the privity o'the king, to appoint
Who should attend on him? He makes up the file Of all the gentry; for the most part such Too, whom as great a charge as little honour He meant to lay upon: and his own letter, The honourable board of council out,
Must fetch him in he papers.
Kinsmen of mine, three at the least, that have By this so sicken'd their estates, that never
They shall abound as formerly.
Have broke their backs with laying manors on them
For this great journey. What did this vanity,
But minister communication of
A most poor issue?
The peace between the French and us not values The cost that did conclude it.
After the hideous storm that follow'd, was
A thing inspir'd; and, not consulting, broke Into a general prophecy,―That this tempest, Dashing the garment of this peace, aboded The sudden breach on't.
For France hath flaw'd the league, and hath attach'd
Our merchants' goods at Bourdeaux.
The ambassador is silenc'd?
Aber. A proper title of a peace; and purchas'd
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.
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