Stay'd me a prisoner in my chamber, when Nor. 'Twixt Guynes and Arde: Which had they, what four thron'd ones could have weigh'd Buck. All the whole time Then you lost I was my chamber's prisoner. Nor. The view of earthly glory: men might say, 'Twas said they saw but one; and no discerner Durst wag his tongue in censure. When these suns (For so they phrase 'em) 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, That Bevis was believ'd.3 Buck. O! you go far. Nor. As I belong to worship, and affect Which action's self was tongue to. All was royal: Buck. Who did guide, I mean, who set the body and the limbs 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 freed From his ambitious finger. What had he To do in these fierce vanities? I wonder, That such a keech can, with his very bulk, 3 That Bevis was believ'd.] The incredible story of the old romance of Bevis of Southampton. That such a KEECH-] A mass of fat, such as is rolled up by butchers see Henry IV, Pt. I, act ii, sc. 4, p. 47. Take up the rays o' the beneficial sun, And keep it from the earth. Surely, sir, Nor. Out of his self-drawing web, he gives us note,5 What heaven hath given him: let some graver eye 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 Upon this French going-out, took he upon him, Who should attend on him? He makes up the file 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. Aber. I do know Kinsmen of mine, three at the least, that have 5 -he GIVES us note,] Possibly, "he bids us note"-misheard. By this so sicken'd their estates, that never Buck. O! many 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? 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 Bordeaux. Th' ambassador is silenc'd? Aber. Nor. Is it therefore Marry, is 't. Aber. A proper title of a peace, and purchas'd The state takes notice of the private difference (And take it from a heart that wishes towards you Honour and plenteous safety) that you read The cardinal's malice and his potency What his high hatred would effect wants not 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. The duke of Buckingham's. surveyor? ha! Where's his examination? First Secr. Here, so please you. Wol. Is he in person ready? First Secr. Ay, please your grace. 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. A beggar's brood Out-worths a noble's blood. Nor. What are you chaf'd? -A beggar's BROOD] It is "a beggar's book" in the old copies, but with obvious fitness altered to “a beggar's brood” in the Corr. fol. 1632. "Beggar's brat" has been suggested. |