Healthful, and ever fince a fresh admirer

Of what I faw there.

Buck. An untimely ague

tay'd me a prifoner in my chamber, when hofe funs of glory, thofe two lights of men, let in the vale of Arde.

Nor. 'Twixt Guynes and Arde :

was then present, faw 'em falute on horfeback, Beheld them when they lighted, how they clung n their embracement, as they grew together; Which had they, what four thron'd ones could have Such a compounded one?

Buck. All the whole time

I was my chamber's prifoner.
Nor. Then you lost

[weigh'd

The view of earthly glory. Men might fay
Till this time Pomp was fingle, but now marry'd
To one above itfelf. Each following day

Became the next day's mafter, 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 flood,
Shew'd like a mine. Their dwarfish pages were
As cherubins, all gilt; the Madams too,
Not us'd to toil, did almoft fweat to bear
The pride upon them; that their very labour
Was to them as a painting. Now this mafk
Was cry'd incomparable; and th' enfuing night.
Made it a fool and beggar. The two kings,
Equal in luftre, were now beft, now worst,
As prefence did prefent them; him in cye,
Still him in praife; and being prefent both,
Twas faid they faw but one; and no difcerner
Durft wag his tongue in cenfure *. When thefe funs
For fo they phrafe 'em) by their heralds challenge'd
The noble fpirits to arms, they did perform
Beyond thought's compafs; that old fabulous story
Being now feen poffible enough) got credit;
That Bevis was believ'd.

* Cenfore, for determination, of which had the nobleft appearance. The old romantic legend of Bevis of Southampton.

Mr. Pepe.

Buck,

Buck. Oh, you go

far.

Nor. As I belong to worship, and affect In honour, honefty; the tract of every thing Would by a good difcourfer lose fome life, Which action's felf was tongue to. All was royal; To the difpofing of it nought rebell'd; Order gave each thing view; the office did Diftinctly his full function.

Buck. Who did guide,

I mean who fet the body and the limbs
Of this great fport together, as you guess?
Nor. One, fure, that promifes no element ‡
In fuch a bufinefs.

Buck. Pray you, who, my Lord?

Nor. All this was order'd by the good difcretion Of the Right Rev'rend Cardinal of York.

Buck. The devil speed him! no man's pye is freed From his ambitious finger. What had he To do in these fierce vanities? I wonder, That fuch a ketch can with his very bulk Take up the rays o' th' beneficial fun, And keep it from the earth.

Nor. Yet, furely, Sir,

There's in him ftuff that puts him to these ends.
For being not propt by ancestry, whofe grace
Chalks fucceffors their way; nor call'd upon
For high feats done to th' crown; neither ally'd
To eminent affiftants; but spider-like

Out of his felf-drawn web ;- this gives us notę,.
The force of his own merit makes his way;

A gift that heaven gives, which buys for him
A place next to the King.

Aber. I cannot tell

What heav'n hath giv'n him; let fome graver eye

Pierce into that: but I can fee 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. But why the devil,

Upon this French going out, took he upon him,

element, for talent, capacity.

Without

Without the privity o' th' King, t'appoint
Who fhould attend him? He makes up the file
Of all the gentry: for the most part fuch,
On whom as great a charge as little honour
He meant to lay: and his own letter only
(The honourable board of council out)
Muft fetch in him he papers *.

Aber. I do know

Kinsmen of mine, three at the leaft, that have
By this fo ficken'd their eftates, that never

They fhall abound as formerly.

Buck. O, many

Have broke their backs with laying manors on 'em
For this great journey.

What did this great vanity'

But minifter communication of

A most poor iffue ?

Nor. Grievingly, I think,

The peace

between the French and us not values

The coft that did conclude it.

Buck. Every man,

After the hideous storm that follow'd, was
A thing infpir'd; and not confulting, broke
Into a general prophefy, that this tempeft,
Dafhing the garment of this peace, aboaded
The fudden 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. It is therefore Thambaffador is filence'd ?

Nor. Marry, is't.

Aber. A proper title of a peace, and purchas'd At a fuperfluous rate!

Buck. Why, all this business

*He papers, a verb. His own letter, by his own fingle authority, and without the concurrence of the council, must fetch in him whom he p. pers down. Mr. Pepe.

Hall fays, " Monday, 18th day of June, there blew fuch forms of wind and weather, that marvel was to hear; for which hideous tempeft fome faid, it was a very progrofication of trouble and ha、 tred to come between princes." In Henry Vill. p. 8o.

Silence'd, for recall'd.

Cur

Nor. Like it your Grace,

Our Rev'rend Cardinal carried.

The state takes notice of the private difference
Betwixt you and the Cardinal. I advise you,
(And take it from a heart that wishes tow'rds you
Honour and plenteous fafety), that you read
The Cardinal's malice, and his potency
Together to confider further, that

What his high hatred would effect, wants not
A minifter in his power. You know his nature,
That he's revengeful; and I know his fword
Hath a fharp edge; 'tis long, and 't may be faid
It reaches far; and where 'twill not extend,
Thither he darts it. Bofom up my counfel,
You'll find it wholefome.

Lo, where comes that rock

That I advife your fhunning.

SCENE

II.

Enter Cardinal Wolfey, the purfe borne before him, certain of the guard, and two Secretaries with papers; the Cardinal in his paffage fixeth his eye on Buckingham, and Buckingham on him, both full of difdain.

Wol. The Duke of Buckingham's furveyor? ha! Where's his examination ?

Secr. Here, fo please you.

Wol. Is he in perfon ready?

Secr. Ay, and please your Grace.

Wol. Well we fhall then know more;

And Buckingham fhall leffen this big look.

[Exeunt Cardinal and his 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 flumber. A beggar's book
Out-worths a noble's blood.

Nor. What, are you chaf'd?

Afk God for temp'rance, that's th'appliance only
Which your difeafe requires.

Buck. I read in's looks

Matter against me, and his eye revil'd Me as his abject object: at this instant * plentious, for full, cmive.

He

He bores me with fome trick, he's gone to th' King.
I'll follow, and outftare him.

Nor. Stay, my Lord;

And let you reafon with your choler question

What 'tis you go about

Requires flow pace at first

To climb iteep hills,

Anger is like

A full-hot horfe, 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,

And from a mouth of honour quite cry down
This Ipfwich fellow's infolence, or proclaim
There's diff'rence in no perfons.

Nor. Be advis'd;

Heat not a furnace for your foe fo hot,
That it do finge yourself. We may outrun
By violent fwiftnefs, that which we run at,
And lofe by over-running: know you not,
The fire that mounts the liquor till't run o'er,
Seeming t'augment it, waltes it? be advis'd.
I fay again, there is no English soul
More ftronger to direct you than yourself,
If with the fap of reafon you would quench,
Or but allay the fire of paffion.

Buck. Sir,

I'm 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 fincere * motions; by intelligence,
And proofs as clear as founts in July, when
We fee each grain of gravel, I do know

To be corrupt and treasonous.

Nor. Say not, treasonous.

Buck. To th' King I'll fay't, and make my vouch as ftrong

As fhore of rock.

Attend. This holy fox,

Or wolf, or both, (for he is equal rav'nous,

As he is fubtle; and as prone to mischief,
As able to perform't), his mind and place

In the fenfe f jyncerus, Lat. legitimate, out of love to my country, and from nɔ private prejudices.

VOL. V.

Aca

Infecting