Equal in lustre, were now best, now worst, Beyond thought's compass; that former fabulous story, Buck. O, you go far. Nor. As I belong to worship, and affect 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 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. Surely, sir, There's in him stuff, that puts him to these ends: Out of his self-drawing web, he gives us note, Aber. I cannot tell What heaven hath given him, let some graver eye Peep through each part of him: Whence has he that? Or has given all before, and he begins Buck. Why the devil, Upon this French going-out, took he upon him, 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. Every man, After the hideous storm that follow'd, was Nor. Which is budded out; For France hath flaw'd the league, and hath attach'd 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'd At a superfluous rate! Buck. Why, all this business Our reverend cardinal carried. 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 A minister in his power: You know his nature, Thither he darts it. Bosom up my counsel, Enter Cardinal WOLSEY, (the Purse borne before him,) 1 Secr. Here, so please you. Wol. Well, we shall then know more; and Buckingham 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-worth's a noble's blood. Nor. What, are you chaf'd? A beggar's book Ask God for temperance; that's the appliance only, Which your disease requires. Buck. I read in his looks Matter against me; and his eyes 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 your choler question Buck. I'll to the king; And from a mouth of honour quite cry down Nor. Be advis'd; Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot, I More stronger to direct you than yourself, If with the sap of reason you would quench, 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 July, when We see each grain of gravel, I do know To be corrupt and treasonous. Nor. Say not, treasonous. Buck. To the king I'll say't; and make my vouch as strong |