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 Prifoner.
Nor. Then you loft

The view of earthly Glory: Men might fay
'Till this time Pomp was fingle, but now married
To one above it felf. 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 Heathens Gods
Shone down the English; and to morrow, they
Made Britain, India: Every Man that stood,
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 Mask
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 Eye,
Still him in praise; and being present both,
'Twas faid they faw but one, and no Difcerner
Durft wag his Tongue in cenfure. When thefe Suns,
For fo 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 feen poffible enough, got credit
That Bevis was believ'd

Buck. Oh, you go far.

Nor. As I belong to worship, and affect, In Honour, Honefty, the tract of ev'ry thing Would by a good Difcourfer lofe fome life, Which Actions felf was Tongue to.

Buck. All was Royal,

To the difpofing of it nought rebell'd,

Order gave each thing view. The Office did

Diftinctly

Diftin&ly his full Function; who did guide,
I mean who fet the Body and the Limbs
Of this great fport together,

As you guess?

Nor. One certes, that promises no Element In fuch a Bufinefs.

Buck. I pray you, who, my Lord?

Nor. All this was order'd by the good Difcretion
Of the right Reverend Cardinal of York.

Buck. The Devil fpeed 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 Sun,
And keep it from the Earth.

Nor. Surely, Sir,

There's in him ftuff that puts him to these Ends:
For being not propt by Ancestry, whose Grace
Chalks Succeffors their way; nor call'd upon
For high Feats done to th' Crown; neither Allied
To eminent Affiftants; but Spider-like

Out of his felf-drawing Web. O! 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 Heav'n hath given 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 him 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'th' King, t'appoint

Who fhould attend on him? he makes up the File
Of all the Gentry; for the most part fuch
To whom as great a Charge as little Honour
He meant to layupon; and his own Letter
The Honourable Board of Council out
Muft fetch him in, he Papers.

Aber.

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 Vanity
But minifter Communication of

A moft 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 Prophefie; that this Tempeft,
Dashing 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. Is it therefore

Th' Ambaffador is filenc'd?

Nor. Marry is't.

Aber. A proper Title of Peace, and purchas'd At a fuperfluous rate.

Buck. Why all this bufinefs

Our Reverend Cardinal carried.

Nor. 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 your
Honour, and plenteous Safety) 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 Sword
Hath a fharp edge: It's long, and't may be faid,
It reaches far, and where 'twill not extend,
Thither he darts it. Bofom up my Counsel,

You'll

You'll find it wholfome. Lo, where comes that Rock
That I advise your shunning.

Enter Cardinal Wolfey, the Purfe born 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 disdain.

Wol. The Duke of Buckingham's Surveyor? Ha? Where's his Examination?

Secr. Here, fo please you.

Wol. Is he in Perfon ready?

Secr. Ay, an't please your Grace.

Wol. Well, we shall then know more, and Buckingham shall leffen his big look.

[Exeunt Cardinal with his Train. Buck. This Butcher's Cur is venome mouth'd, and I Have not the power to muzzle him, therefore beft Not wake him in his flumber. A Beggar's Book Out-worths a Noble's Blood.

Nor. What, are you

chaf'd?

Ask God for temp'rance, that's th' appliance only
Which your Difcafe requires.

Buck. I read in's Looks

Matter against me, and his Eye revil'd

Me as his abject Object, at this inftant

He bores me with fome Trick; he's gone to th' King:
I'll follow and out-ftare him.

Nor. Stay, my Lord,

And let your Reafon with your Choler queftion
What 'tis you go about; to climb fteep Hills
Requires flow pace at firft. Anger is like
A full-hot Horfe, who being allow'd his way
Self-mettle tires him: Not a Man in England
Can advife me, like you: Be to your felf,
As you would to your Friend.

Buck. I'll to the King,

down

And, from a mouth of Honour, quite cry
This Ipfwich Fellow's Infolence; or proclaim,
There's difference in no Perfons.

Nor. Be advis'd;

Heat not a Furnace for your Foe fo hot

That it do finge your felf. We may out-run

By

By violent swiftnefs, that which we run at;
And lofe by our over-running: Know you not,
The Fire that mounts the Liquor till't run o'er,
In feeming to augment it, waftes it: Be advis'd;
I fay again, there is no English Soul

More ftronger to direct you than your felf,
If with the fap of Reafon you would quench,
Or but allay the fire of Paffion.

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 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
Infecting one another; yea reciprocally,
Only to fhew his Pomp, as well in France,
As here at home, fuggefts the King our Master
To this laft coftly Treaty, th'enterview,

That fwallow'd fo much Treasure, and like a Glafs
Did break i'th' wrenching.

Nor. Faith, and fo it did.

Buck, Pray give me favour, Sir-this cunning Cardinal

The Articles o'th' Combination drew

As himself pleas'd; and they were ratifi'd

As he cry'd, Thus let it be

to as much end, As give a Crutch to th'dead. But our Count-Cardinal Has done this, and 'tis well-for worthy Wolfey, Who cannot err, he did it. Now this follows, (Which, as I take it, is a kind of Puppy To th' old Dam, Treafon) Charles the Emperor, Under pretence to fee the Queen his Aunt, (For 'twas indeed his Colour, but he came To whisper Wolfey) here makes Vifitation :