In their embracement, as they grew together; Which had they, what four thron'd ones could have The view of earthly glory: Men might say, The noble spirits to arms, they did perform story, Being now seen possible enough, got credit, Buck. O, you go far. Nor. As I belong to worship, and affect * Glittering, shining. In opinion, which was most noble. In honour honesty, the tract of every thing Order gave each thing view; the office did Buck. Who did guide, I mean, who set the body and the limbs Of this great sport together, as you guess? 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 fiercet vanities? I wonder, That such a keech ý can with his very bulk Take up 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: 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 that? Or has given all before, and he begins * Certainly. Lump of fat. + Practice. Proud. Buck. Why the devil, 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 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 A most poor issue? 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. Aber. The ambassador is silenc'd? Nor. Is it therefore Marry, is't. Aber. A proper title of a peace; and purchas'd At a superfluous rate! Nor. 'Like it your grace, The state takes notice of the private difference Together: to consider further, that What his high hatred would effect, wants not 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. Wol. Is he in person ready? 1 Secr. Here, so please you. 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. Out-worths a nobie's blood. Nor. A beggar's book What, are you chaf'd? * Wolsey was the son of a butcher. 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 objeet: at this instant He bores* me with some trick: He's gone to the king; Nor As you would to your friend. I'll to the king; 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, (Whom from the flow of gall I name not, but From sincere motions), by intelligence, And proofs as clear as founts in Júly, when To be corrupt and treasonous. * Stabs. |