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  • Enter NORFOLK at one door; at the other, BUCKINGHAM
    and ABERGAVENNY

  • Good morrow, and well met. How have ye done
    Since last we saw in France?

  • I thank your grace,
    Healthful; and ever since a fresh admirer
    Of what I saw there.

  • An untimely ague
    Stay'd me a prisoner in my chamber when
    Those suns of glory, those two lights of men,
    Met in the vale of Andren.

  • 'Twixt Guynes and Arde:
    I was then present, saw them salute on horseback;
    Beheld them, when they lighted, how they clung
    In their embracement, as they grew together;
    Which had they, what four throned ones could have weigh'd
    Such a compounded one?

  • 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
    Made Britain India: every man that stood
    Show'd like a mine. Their dwarfish pages were
    As cherubins, all guilt: 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 story,
    Being now seen possible enough, got credit,
    That Bevis was believed.

  • 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?

  • One, certes, that promises no element
    In such a business.

  • I pray you, who, my lord?

  • All this was order'd by the good discretion
    Of the right reverend Cardinal of York.

  • 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
    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
    For 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 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
    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 file
    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 the papers.

  • I do know
    Kinsmen of mine, three at the least, that have
    By this so sickened 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 attach'd
    Our merchants' goods at Bourdeaux.

  • Is it therefore
    The ambassador is silenced?

  • A proper title of a peace; and purchased
    At a superfluous rate!

  • Why, all this business
    Our reverend cardinal carried.

  • Like it your grace,
    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
    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. 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. CARDINAL WOLSEY in his passage fixeth his
    eye on BUCKINGHAM, and BUCKINGHAM on him, both full
    of disdain

  • The Duke of Buckingham's surveyor, ha?
    Where's his examination?

  • Is he in person ready?

  • Ay, please your grace.

  • Well, we shall then know more; and Buckingham
    Shall lessen this big look.

  • Exeunt CARDINAL WOLSEY and his Train

  • 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
    Outworths a noble's blood.

  • What, are you chafed?
    Ask God for temperance; that's the appliance only
    Which your disease requires.

  • I read in's looks
    Matter against me; and his eye reviled
    Me, as his abject object: at this instant
    He bores me with some trick: he's gone to the king;
    I'll follow and outstare him.

  • Stay, my lord,
    And let your reason with your choler question
    What 'tis you go about: to climb steep hills
    Requires slow pace at first: anger is like
    A full-hot horse, who being allow'd his way,
    Self-mettle tires him. Not a man in England
    Can advise me like you: be to yourself
    As you would to your friend.

  • I'll to the king;
    And from a mouth of honour quite cry down
    This Ipswich fellow's insolence; or proclaim
    There's difference in no persons.

  • Be advised;
    Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot
    That it do singe yourself: we may outrun,
    By violent swiftness, that which we run at,
    And lose by over-running. Know you not,
    The fire that mounts the liquor til run o'er,
    In seeming to augment it wastes it? Be advised:
    I say again, there is no English soul
    More stronger to direct you than yourself,
    If with the sap of reason you would quench,
    Or but allay, the fire of passion.

  • 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.

  • Say not 'treasonous.'

  • To the king I'll say't; and make my vouch as strong
    As shore of rock. Attend. This holy fox,
    Or wolf, or both,--for he is equal ravenous
    As he is subtle, and as prone to mischief
    As able to perform't; his mind and place
    Infecting one another, yea, reciprocally--
    Only to show his pomp as well in France
    As here at home, suggests the king our master
    To this last costly treaty, the interview,
    That swallow'd so much treasure, and like a glass
    Did break i' the rinsing.

  • Faith, and so it did.

  • Pray, give me favour, sir. This cunning cardinal
    The articles o' the combination drew
    As himself pleased; and they were ratified
    As he cried 'Thus let be': to as much end
    As give a crutch to the dead: but our count-cardinal
    Has done this, and 'tis well; for worthy Wolsey,
    Who cannot err, he did it. Now this follows,--
    Which, as I take it, is a kind of puppy
    To the old dam, treason,--Charles the emperor,
    Under pretence to see the queen his aunt--
    For 'twas indeed his colour, but he came
    To whisper Wolsey,--here makes visitation:
    His fears were, that the interview betwixt
    England and France might, through their amity,
    Breed him some prejudice; for from this league
    Peep'd harms that menaced him: he privily
    Deals with our cardinal; and, as I trow,--
    Which I do well; for I am sure the emperor
    Paid ere he promised; whereby his suit was granted
    Ere it was ask'd; but when the way was made,
    And paved with gold, the emperor thus desired,
    That he would please to alter the king's course,
    And break the foresaid peace. Let the king know,
    As soon he shall by me, that thus the cardinal
    Does buy and sell his honour as he pleases,
    And for his own advantage.

  • I am sorry
    To hear this of him; and could wish he were
    Something mistaken in't.

  • No, not a syllable:
    I do pronounce him in that very shape
    He shall appear in proof.

  • Enter BRANDON, a Sergeant-at-arms before him, and
    two or three of the Guard

  • Your office, sergeant; execute it.

  • Sir,
    My lord the Duke of Buckingham, and Earl
    Of Hereford, Stafford, and Northampton, I
    Arrest thee of high treason, in the name
    Of our most sovereign king.

  • Lo, you, my lord,
    The net has fall'n upon me! I shall perish
    Under device and practise.

  • I am sorry
    To see you ta'en from liberty, to look on
    The business present: 'tis his highness' pleasure
    You shall to the Tower.

  • It will help me nothing
    To plead mine innocence; for that dye is on me
    Which makes my whitest part black. The will of heaven
    Be done in this and all things! I obey.
    O my Lord Abergavenny, fare you well!

  • Nay, he must bear you company. The king
    To ABERGAVENNY
    Is pleased you shall to the Tower, till you know
    How he determines further.

  • As the duke said,
    The will of heaven be done, and the king's pleasure
    By me obey'd!

  • Here is a warrant from
    The king to attach Lord Montacute; and the bodies
    Of the duke's confessor, John de la Car,
    One Gilbert Peck, his chancellor--

  • So, so;
    These are the limbs o' the plot: no more, I hope.

  • A monk o' the Chartreux.

  • O, Nicholas Hopkins?

  • My surveyor is false; the o'er-great cardinal
    Hath show'd him gold; my life is spann'd already:
    I am the shadow of poor Buckingham,
    Whose figure even this instant cloud puts on,
    By darkening my clear sun. My lord, farewell.