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All the whole time

I was my chamber's prisoner.

Then you lost
The view of earthly glory: men might say,
Till this time pomp was single, but now married
To one above itself. Each following day
Became the next day's master, till the last
Made former wonders its. To-day the French,
All clinquant, all in gold, like heathen gods,
Shone down the English; and to-morrow they 20
every man that stood

Made Britain India:

Show'd like a mine.

Their dwarfish pages were

As cherubins, all gilt: the madams too,
Not used to toil, did almost sweat to bear
The pride upon them, that their very labour
Was to them as a painting: now this masque
Was cried incomparable; and the ensuing night
Made it a fool and beggar. The two kings,
Equal in lustre, were now best, now worst,
As presence did present them; him in eye
Still him in praise; and being present both,
'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 challenged
The noble spirits to arms, they did perform



Beyond thought's compass; that former fabulous


Being now seen possible enough, got crédit,

That Bevis was believed.

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
Distinctly his full function.

Who did guide,
I mean, who set the body and the limbs
Of this great sport together, as you guess?
Nor. One, certes, that promises no element


In such a business.


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
Take up the rays o' the beneficial sun,






And keep it from the earth.

Surely, sir,

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 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.

I cannot tell


What heaven hath given him; let some graver eye
Pierce into that; but can see his pride
Peep through each part of him: whence has he

If not from hell, the devil is a niggard,

Or has given all before, and he begins
A new hell in himself.

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


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.

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.

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?

Grievingly I think,

The peace between the French and us not values
The cost that did conclude it.

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.

Which is budded out;


For France hath flaw'd the league, and hath


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Aber. A proper title of a peace, and purchased

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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


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. You know his nature,
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.


That I advise your shunning.


Lo, where comes that

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