I was my chamber's prisoner. The view of earthly glory: Men might say, 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, Buck. O, you go far. Nor. As I belong to worship, and affect 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 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 descretion 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 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? If not from hell, the devil is a niggard; Buck. Why the devil, him, Upon this French going-out, took he upon 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 For this great journey. What did this vanity, 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 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'l At a superfluous rate! Buck. Why, all this business Our reverend Cardinal carry'd. Nor. 'Like it your Grace, The state takes notice of the private difference It reaches far; and where 'twill not extend, That I advise your shunning. Enter Cardinal WOLSEY, (the purse horne be•fore 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. Here, so please you. Wol. Is he in person ready? 1. Secr. Ay, please your Grace. Wol. Well, we shall then know more ; and Shall lessen this big look. Buckingham [Exeunt WOLSEY, and train. Buck. This butcher's cur is venomm- mouth'd, and I Have not the power to muzzle him: therefore, 1 best Not wake him in his slumber. A beggar's book Out-worths a noble's blood. Nor. What, are you chaf'd? Ask God for temperance; only, Which your disease requires. Buck. I read in his looks that's the appliance Matter against me; and his eye revil'd 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 A full-hot horse; who being allow'd his way, 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 |