Buck. I was my chamber's prisoner. Nor. All the whole time Then you lost The view of earthly glory: Men might say, 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. Buck. O, you go far. Nor. As I belong to worship, and affect In honour honesty, the tract of every thing Buck. Who did guide, 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 Surely, sir, Nor. There's in him stuff that puts him to these ends: For, being not propp'd by ancestry, (whose grace Chalks successors their way,) nor call'd upon For high feats done to the crown; neither ally'd 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 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 The peace between the French and us not values Buck. Dashing the garment of this peace, aboded The sudden breach on't. 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! Buck. Why, all this business 'Like it your grace, Our reverend cardinal carry'd. Nor. The state takes notice of the private difference Betwixt you and the cardinal. I advise you, (And take it from a heart that wishes towards you What his high hatred would effect, wants not 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. A beggar's book Out-worths a noble's blood. Nor. What, are you chaf'd? 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 object: at this instant He bores me with some trick: He's gone to the king; I'll follow, and out-stare him. Nor. And let Stay, my lord, choler question your reason with your What 'tis you go about: To climb steep hills, |