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BUCKINGHAMGood morrow, and well met. How have ye done
Since last we saw in France?
NORFOLKI thank your grace,
Healthful; and ever since a fresh admirer
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 5Of what I saw there.
BUCKINGHAMAn 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.
NORFOLKAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 10'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
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 15Such a compounded one?
BUCKINGHAMAll the whole time
I was my chamber's prisoner.
NORFOLKThen you lost
The view of earthly glory: men might say,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 20Till 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,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 25Shone 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
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 30The 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,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 35As 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
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 40The 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.
BUCKINGHAMO, you go far.
NORFOLKAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 45As 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.
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 50Order gave each thing view; the office did
Distinctly his full function.
BUCKINGHAMWho did guide,
I mean, who set the body and the limbs
Of this great sport together, as you guess?
NORFOLKAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 55One, certes, that promises no element
In such a business.
BUCKINGHAMI pray you, who, my lord?
NORFOLKAll this was order'd by the good discretion
Of the right reverend Cardinal of York.
BUCKINGHAMAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 60The 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
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 65And keep it from the earth.
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
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 70For 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
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 75A place next to the king.
ABERGAVENNYI 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,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 80If not from hell? the devil is a niggard,
Or has given all before, and he begins
A new hell in himself.
BUCKINGHAMWhy the devil,
Upon this French going out, took he upon him,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 85Without 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,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 90The honourable board of council out,
Must fetch him in the papers.
ABERGAVENNYI do know
Kinsmen of mine, three at the least, that have
By this so sickened their estates, that never
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 95They shall abound as formerly.
Have broke their backs with laying manors on 'em
For this great journey. What did this vanity
But minister communication of
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 100A most poor issue?
NORFOLKGrievingly I think,
The peace between the French and us not values
The cost that did conclude it.
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 105After 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.
NORFOLKAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 110Which is budded out;
For France hath flaw'd the league, and hath attach'd
Our merchants' goods at Bourdeaux.
ABERGAVENNYIs it therefore
The ambassador is silenced?
NORFOLKAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 115Marry, is't.
ABERGAVENNYA proper title of a peace; and purchased
At a superfluous rate!
BUCKINGHAMWhy, all this business
Our reverend cardinal carried.
NORFOLKAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 120Like 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
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 125The 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
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 130Hath 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.
CARDINAL WOLSEYAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 135The Duke of Buckingham's surveyor, ha?
Where's his examination?
First SecretaryHere, so please you.
CARDINAL WOLSEYIs he in person ready?
First SecretaryAy, please your grace.
CARDINAL WOLSEYAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 140Well, we shall then know more; and Buckingham
Shall lessen this big look.
BUCKINGHAMThis 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
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 145Outworths a noble's blood.
NORFOLKWhat, are you chafed?
Ask God for temperance; that's the appliance only
Which your disease requires.
BUCKINGHAMI read in's looks
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 150Matter 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.
NORFOLKStay, my lord,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 155And 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
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 160Can advise me like you: be to yourself
As you would to your friend.
BUCKINGHAMI'll to the king;
And from a mouth of honour quite cry down
This Ipswich fellow's insolence; or proclaim
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 165There's difference in no persons.
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,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 170And 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,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 175If with the sap of reason you would quench,
Or but allay, the fire of passion.
I am thankful to you; and I'll go along
By your prescription: but this top-proud fellow,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 180Whom 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.
NORFOLKAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 185Say not 'treasonous.'
BUCKINGHAMTo 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
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 190As 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,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 195That swallow'd so much treasure, and like a glass
Did break i' the rinsing.
NORFOLKFaith, and so it did.
BUCKINGHAMPray, give me favour, sir. This cunning cardinal
The articles o' the combination drew
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 200As 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, —
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 205Which, 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:
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 210His 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, —
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 215Which 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,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 220And 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.
NORFOLKI am sorry
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 225To hear this of him; and could wish he were
Something mistaken in't.
BUCKINGHAMNo, not a syllable:
I do pronounce him in that very shape
He shall appear in proof.
BRANDONAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 230Your office, sergeant; execute it.
My lord the Duke of Buckingham, and Earl
Of Hereford, Stafford, and Northampton, I
Arrest thee of high treason, in the name
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 235Of our most sovereign king.
BUCKINGHAMLo, you, my lord,
The net has fall'n upon me! I shall perish
Under device and practise.
BRANDONI am sorry
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 240To see you ta'en from liberty, to look on
The business present: 'tis his highness' pleasure
You shall to the Tower.
BUCKINGHAMIt will help me nothing
To plead mine innocence; for that dye is on me
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 245Which 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!
BRANDONNay, he must bear you company. The king
Is pleased you shall to the Tower, till you know
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 250How he determines further.
ABERGAVENNYAs the duke said,
The will of heaven be done, and the king's pleasure
By me obey'd!
BRANDONHere is a warrant from
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 255The king to attach Lord Montacute; and the bodies
Of the duke's confessor, John de la Car,
One Gilbert Peck, his chancellor —
These are the limbs o' the plot: no more, I hope.
BRANDONAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 260A monk o' the Chartreux.
BUCKINGHAMO, Nicholas Hopkins?
BUCKINGHAMMy surveyor is false; the o'er-great cardinal
Hath show'd him gold; my life is spann'd already:
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 265I am the shadow of poor Buckingham,
Whose figure even this instant cloud puts on,
By darkening my clear sun. My lord, farewell.