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SCENE 1.-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.


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 sons of glory, those two lights of men,
Met in the vale of Arde.

Nor. 'Twixt Guynes and Arde :2

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

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 marry'd
To one above itself. Each following day

Became the next day's master, till the last
Made former wonders its :3 To-day, the French,
All clinquant, all in gold, like heathen gods,

[1] An admirer untired; an admirer still feeling the impression as if it were hourly renewed. JOHNS.

[2] Guynes then belonged to the English, and Arde to the French; they are towns in Picardy, and the valley of Ardren lay between them. Arde is Ardre, but Hall and Holinshed write it as Shakspeare does. REED.

[3] Dies diem docet. Every day learned something from the preceding, till the concluding day collected all the splendor of all the former shows. JOH. [4] All glittering, all shining. Clarendon uses this word in his description of the Spanish Juego de Toros JOHNS.



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 to them as a painting: now this mask
Was cry'd 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.5 When these suns

(For so they phrase them,) 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.s

Buck. Oh, you go far.

All was royal ;

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.7
To the disposing of it nought rebell'd;
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?
Nor. One, certes, that promises no elementR

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

[5] Censure, for determination, of which had the noblest appearance.


[6] The old romantic legend of Bevis of Southampton. This Bevis, (or Beavois,) a Saxon, was for his prowess created by William the Conqueror Earl of Southampton: of whom Camden speaks in his Britannia. THEO. [7] The course of these triumphs and pleasures, however well related, must lose in the description part of that spirit and energy which were expressed in the real action. JOHNS.

[8] No initiation, no previous practices. Elements are the first principles of things or rudiments of knowledge. The word is here applied, not with. out a catachresis, to a person. JOHNS.

[9] To have a finger in the pie, is a proverbial phrase.


From his ambitious fingers. What had he
To do in these fierce vanities? I wonder,
That such a keech2 can with his very bulk
Take up the rays o' the beneficial sun,
And keep it from the earth.

Nor. Surely, sir,

There's in him stuff that puts him to these ends:
For, being not propt 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.

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;

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,

Without the privity o' the king, to appoint

Who should attend on him? He makes up the file 3

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,4

Must fetch him in he papers.5

Aber. I do know

Kinsmen of mine, three at the least, that have

By this so sicken'd their estates, that never
They shall abound as formerly.

Buck. O, many

Have broke their backs with laying manors on them For this great journey. What did this vanity,

But minister communication of

[2] A keech is a solid lump or mass. A cake of wax or tallow formed in

a mould, is called yet in some places, a keech. JOHNS. [3] That is, the list. [4] Council not then sitting.


[5] He papers, a verb; his own letter, by his own single authority, and without the concurrence of the council, must fetch him in, whom he papers down.-I don't understand it, unless this be the meaning. POPE.

[6] What effect had this pompous show, but the production of a wretched con clusion. JOHNS.

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 garment of this peace, aboaded
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

The ambassador is silenc'd ?7

Nor. Marry, is't.

Aber. A proper title of a peace;

At a superfluous rate !

Buck. Why, all this business Qur reverend cardinal carried.

Nor. Like it your grace,

8 and purchas'd

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 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. The Cardinal in his passage fixeth his eye on BUCKINGHAM, and BUCKINGHAM on him, both full of disdain.

Wol. The duke of Buckingham's surveyor? ha? Where's his examination?

1 Secr. Here, so please you.

[7] The French ambassador residing in England, who, being refused 25 audience, may be said to be silenc'd. JOHNS.

[8] A fine name of a peace. Ironically. JOHNS.

Wol. Is he in person ready?

1 Secr. Ay, please your grace.

Wol.Well, we shall then know more; and Buckingham Shall lessen this big look. [Exe. WOLSEY, and train. Buck. This butcher's cur9 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 Outworth's a noble's blood.

Nor. What, are you chaf'd?

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 revil'd

He's gone to the king;

Me as his abject object : at this instant
He bores me with some trick:
I'll follow, and out-stare him.
Nor. 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.

Buck. I'll to the king;

And from a mouth of honour2 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,
The fire, that mounts the liquor till it run o'er,
In 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,

[9] Wolsey is said to have been the son of a butcher. [1] He stabs or wounds me by some artifice or fiction.



[2] I will crush this base-born fellow, by the due influence of my rank, or say that all distinction of persons is at an end.



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