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Which had they, what four thron'd ones could have

weigh'd Such a compounded one? Buck.

All the whole time 12
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

16
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
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

24 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,

28 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 challeng'd 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.

32

36

12 All the whole time; cf. n.
19 clinquant: glittering
38 That: so that Bevis; cf. n.

18 its; cf. n. 30 him in eye: the one present 64 39 worship: noble rank 41, 42 Would

Buck.

O, you go far! Nor. As I belong to worship, and affect In honour honesty, the tract of everything

40 Would by a good discourser lose some life, Which action's self was tongue to. Buck.

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? Nor.

As you guess. One certes, that promises no element

48 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 62 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,

06 And keep it from the earth. Nor.

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, a' gives us note,
The force of his own merit makes his way;

60

tongue to: could not be presented even by a skilful narrator with the vividness which the reality expressed 42-47 Cf.n.

54 fierce: extravagant 55 keech: lump of fat

63. Out , . . web; cf. n. a': he

40 tract: course Every man, 74 privi y: knowledge

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

68
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,

72 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

76 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. Aber.

I do know 80 Kinsmen of mine, three at the least, that have By this so sicken'd their estates, that never They shall abound as formerly.

Buck. Have broke their backs with laying manors on 'em 84 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 88 The cost that did conclude it. Buck.

76-80 Cf. n. 80 fetch him in: cheat

papers: lists 84 with on 'em: by selling manorial estates in order to buy personal equipment

86 minister communication; cf. na 90 hideous storm; cf. n.

O, many

a

After the hideous storm that follow'd, was
A thing inspir'd; and, not consulting, broke
Into a general prophecy: That this tempest, 92
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 Bordeaux.
Aber.

Is it therefore 96 Th' ambassador is silenc'd ? Nor.

Marry, is 't. Aber. A proper

title of

peace; and purchas'd
At a superfluous rate!
Buck.

Why, all this business
Our reverend cardinal carried.
Nor.

Like it your Grace, 100
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 104 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,

108 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, 112 You'll find it wholesome. Lo where comes that rock That I advise your shunning.

95 For . . . league; cf. n. 97 Th'ambassador is silenc'd; cf. n. 100 Like . . . Grace: may it please your Grace

116

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.

Car. The Duke of Buckingham's surveyor, ha?
Where's his examination?
Secr.

Here, so please you.
Car. Is he in person ready?
Secr.

Ay, please your Grace. Car. Well, we shall then know more; and Bucking

ham Shall lessen this big look.

[Exeunt Cardinal and his Train.] Buck. This butcher's cur is venom'd-mouth'd, and I

120 Have not the power to muzzle him; therefore best Not wake him in his slumber. A beggar's book Outworths a noble's blood. Nor.

What! are you chaf'd? Ask God for temperance; that's th' appliance only 124 Which your disease requires. Buck.

I read in's 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 outstare him. Nor.

Stay, my lord, And let your reason with

your choler question What 'tis you go about. To climb steep hills 115 Cf. n.

128

120 This butcher's cur; cf. n. venom'd: venomous 122 book: learning 124 temperance: moderation appliance: remedy 127 abject object: object of his contempt

128 bores: cheats

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