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ACT I, SCENE.I. London. An ante-chamber in the Palace. Enter, the duke of NORFOLK, at one door; at

the other, the duke of BUCKINGHAM, and the Lord ABERGAVENNY. Buck. Good morrow, and well met. How have

you done,

Since last we saw in France ?
Nor.

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

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 Arde.
Nor.

'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 thron'd ones could have

weigh'd
Such a compounded one?
Buck.

All the whole time
I was my chamber's prisoner.
Nor.

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 gilt: the madams too,
Not us'd to toil, did almost sweat to bear
The pride upon them,

that their

very labour Was cry'd incomparable ; and the ensuing night

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,

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(For so they phrase them, jby their heralds challeng'a
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 heliey'a.
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 rebelled,
Order gave each thing view the office din
Distinetly his full function,
Buck

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.

Buck. I pray you, who, my lord ?

Nor. All this was order'a 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
Take up the rays o'the beneficial gan,
And keep it from the earth.
Nor.

Surely, sin)
There's in him stuff that puts him to these ends:
For, being not proppa by ancestry, (whose grace
Chalks successors their way,) nor callid 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 bays
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 ;
Du has given all before, and he begins
Amen hell in himself.
Buck.

Why the devil,
Upon this Preach going-out, took he upon hin,

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(For so they phrase them,)by their heralds challeng'a
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 helier'd.
Buck.

0, 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 rebellid,
Order gave each thing view; the office did
Distinctly his full function.
Buck

Who did guide,
I mean, who set the body and the limbs
of this great sport together, as you guess 1

Nor. One, certes, that promises no element
In such a business.
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
Take up the rays o'the beneficial sun,
And keep it from the earth.
Nor.

Surely, siry
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 beaven 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.
Buck,

Why the devil,
Upon this French going-out, took he upon him,

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The sudden breasent of this peace, aboded

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
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
By this so sickened their estates, that never
They shall abound as formerly.
Buck.

0, 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 The cost that did conclude it. Buck.

Every man, After the hideous storm that follow'd, was A thing inspir'd ; and, not consulting, broke Into a general prophecy,

That this tempest, Dashing the

on't. 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'd At a superfluous rate! Buck.

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, it may be said, It reaches far; and where 'twill not extend,

Thither be darts it. Bosom up my counsel,

You'll find it wholesome. Lo, where comes that roda, That I advise your shunning. Enter Cardinal WOLSEY, (the Purse borne before kim, certain of the Guard, and two Secretaries with papers. The Cardinal in his passage fiaeth his eye on Buckingham, and Buckinghosa or kimi, full of disdain. We. The duke of Buckingham's surveyor! ha! Where's his examination!

Here, so please you.
Wel. Is be in person ready!
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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 curis 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 chafa ? 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 revilla
Me, as his abject object : at this instant
He bores me with some trick: He's gone to the kingi
11. follow, and out-stare him.

Stay, my lord,
And let your reason with your choler question
Requires slow pace at first: Anger is like

you go about: 'To climb steep hills,
A full-bot horse; who being allow'd his way,
Self-metile tires him. Not a man in England
Can så vise 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 ; of proclaim,
There's difference in no persons.

Be advis'd;
Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot,

it do singe yourself: We may outrun,
By volant swiftness, that which we run at,
And lose by over-ruuning. Know you not

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Thither he darts it. Bosom up my counsel,
You'll find it wholesome. Lo, where comes that rock,
That I advise your shunving.
Enter Cardinal WOLSEY, (the Purse borne before
kim,) certain of the Guard, and two Secretaries

T'he Cardinal in his passage freth his cye on Buckingham, and Buckingham on kim, both full of disdain.

Wol. The duke of Buckingham's surveyor ? ha?
Where's big examination 7
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Here, so please you.
Wol. Is be in person ready?
1 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 book
Out-worths a noble's blood.
Nor.

What, are you chaf'd?
Ask God for temperance; that's the appliance only,
Which yonr disease requires.
Buck.

I read in his looks
Matter against me; and his eye revilla
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.

Stay, my lord,
And let your reason with your choler question
What 'tís you go about: To climb steep hills,
Requires slow pace at first : Anger is like
A full-hot borse ; 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.
Buck

I'll to the king i
And from a mouth of honour quite cry down
This Ipswich fellow's insolence; or proclaim,
There's difference in no persons,
Nor.

Be advis'd;
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

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Sir,

The fire, that mounts the liquor till it run o'er, la seeming to augment it, wastes it! Be advis'd :

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.
Buck.

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.
Nor.

Say not, treasonous. Buck. 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 revenous, As he is subtle ; and as prone to mischief, As able to perform it: 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. Buck. Pray, give me favour, sir. This cunning

cardinal The articles o'the combination drew, As himself pleas'd; 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

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 menac'å him: He privily
Deals with our cardinal ; and, as I trow,
Which I do well; for, I am sure, the emperor

Paid ere he promis'd; whereby his suit was granted,
Ere it was ask'd ;-but when the way was made
And par'd with gold, the emperor thus desir'd ;-
That he would please to alter the king's course,
And break the foresaid peace. Let the king knoty,
As soon be shall by me, that thus the cardinal
Does buy and sell his honour as be pleases,
And for his own advantage.
Nor,

I am sorry
To bear this of him; and could wish, he were
Something mistaken in't.
Buck.

No, not a syllable ;
1 do pronounce him in that very shape,
He shall appear in proof.
Enter BRANDON ; a Serjernt et Arms before him,

and two or three of the Guard.
Bran. Your office, sergeant; execute it.

Ser.
My lord the duke of Buckingham, and earl
of Hereford, Stafford, and Northampton, I
Arrest thee of high treason, in the name
Di cur most sorereign king,
Buck.

Lo you, my lord,
The met has fall'o upon me; I shall perish
Vale device and practice.

Bren. To see you ta'en from liberty, to look on The business present: 'Tis his highness' pleasure, In shall to the Tower. Bruck

It will help me nothing, To plead mine innocence ; for that die is on me, Which makes my whitest part black. The will of

bearen Bedare in this and all things! -I obey.Our lord Aberga'ny, fare you well. Bran. Nay, he must bear you company :--The king

(To Abergwenny hy pleas'd, you shall to the Tower, till you know How he determines further. Aber.

As the duke said,
The will of heaven be done, and the king's pleasure

Here is a warrant from
The Wise, to attach lord Montacute ; and the bodies
of the dike's confessor, John de la Court,
One Gilbert Peek, his chancellor,

Nor.

I am SOTY

By me doy. Braa.

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