For high feats done to the crown; neither allied

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 that?

If not from hell, the devil is a niggard,
Or has given all before, and he begins
A new hell in himself.

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

Of all the gentry; for the most part such To 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.

Aber.

I do know

Kinsmen 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 with laying manors on 'em

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 it.

Buck. Every man, After the hideous storm that follow'd, was A thing inspired, and not consulting broke Into a general prophecy: That this tempest,

Dashing the garment of this peace, aboded The sudden breach on 't.

Nor.

Which is budded out;

Aber. A proper title of a peace, and

Betwixt you and the cardinal. I advise you— And take it from a heart that wishes tow

ards 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.

nature,

You know his

That he's revengeful, and I know his sword Hath a sharp edge; it's long and 't 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. Well, we shall then know more;

Matter against me, and his eye reviled
Me as his abject object: at this instant
He bores me with some trick: he's gone to
the king;

I'll follow and outstare him.

Nor.

Stay, my lord, And let your reason with your choler ques

tion

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,

Self-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