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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'th'King, t'appoint
Who should attend 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
(The honourable board of council out)
Muft fetch in him he papers.
Aber. I do know
Kinsmen of mine, three at the least, that have
By this so ficken'd their estates, that never
They shall abound as formerly.
Buck. O, many
Have broke their backs with laying mannors on 'em
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
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 prophesie, that this tempeft,
Dashing the garment of this peace, aboaded
The sudden breach on't.
Nor. Which is budded out:
For France hath faw'd the league, and hath attach'
Our merchants goods at Bourdeaux.
Aber. Is it therefore
Th' ambassador is silenc'd ?
Nor. Marry, is't.
Aber. A proper title of a peace, and purchas'd At a superfluous rate!
Buck. Why all this business
Our rev'rend 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 tow'rds
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 pow'r. You know his nature,
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,
You'll find it wholesome. Lo, where comes that rock,
That I advise your shunning.
Enter Cardinal Wolsey, the purse born before him, certain
of the guard, and two secretaries with _papers ; the Cardinal in his passage fixeth bis eye on Buckingham, and Buckingham on bim, both full of disdain.
Wol. The Duke of Buckingham's surveyor ? ha?
Where's his examination ?
Secr. Here, so please you.
Wol. Is he in person ready?
Secr. Ay, an't please your Grace.
Wol. Well, we shall then know more ;
And Buckingham shall leffen this big look.
[Exeunt Cardinal and his train.
Buck. This butcher's cur is venom-mouth'd, and I
Have not the pow'r to muzzle him ; therefore best
Not wake him in his number. 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 disease requires.
Buck. I read in's looks
Matter against me, and his eye revild
Me as his abject object; at this instant
He bores me with some trick, he's gone to th' King:
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 now 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 your self,
you would to your friend.
Buck. I'll to the King,
And from a mouth of honour quite cry down
This Ipswich fellow's insolence; or proclaim,
There's diff'rence in no persons.
Nor. Be advis'd;
Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot,
That it do finge your self. We may out-run
By violent swiftness, that which we run at ;
And lose by over-running : know you not,
The fire that mounts the liquor 'tillt run o'er,
Seeming t augment it, wastes it? be advis'd:
I lay again, there is no English Soul
More stronger to dire you than yourself ;
If with the lap of reason you would quench,
Or but allay, the fire of pallion.
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 see each grain of gravel, I do know
To be corrupt and treafonous.
Nir. Say not, treasongus.
Buck. To th' King I'll fay't, and make my vouch as
As fhore of rock. Attend. This holy fox,
Or wolf, or both, (for he is equal rav'nous,
As he is subtle ; and as prone to mischief,
As able to perform't ;) his mind and place
Infecting one another, yea reciprocally,
Only to Thew his pomp, as well in France
As here at home, suggests the King our master
To this last costly treaty, th' enterview,
That swallow'd so much treasure, and like a glass
Did break i'th' rinsing.
Nor. Faith, and so it did.
Buck. Pray give me favour, Sir. This cunning Car-
The articles o'th' combination drew,
As himself pleas'd ; and they were ratify'd,
As he cry'd, let it be to as much end,
As give a crutch to th' dead. But our Court-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, treason;) Charles the Emperor,
Under pretence to see the Queen his aunt,
(For 'twas indeed his colour, but he came
To whisper Wolley ;) here makes visitation:
His 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 menac'd him. He privily
Deals with our Cardinal, and as I trow,
Which I do well for, I am fure, the Emperor
Paid ere he promis'd, whereby his fuit was granted
Ere it was ask'd. But when the way was made,
And pav'd with gold; the Emp'ror thus desir'd,
That he would please to alter the King's course,
And break the foresaid peace. Let the King know,
(As soon he shall by me) that thus the Cardinal
Does byy and sell his honour. as he pleases,
And for his own advantage.
Nor. Jam sorry.
To hear this of him; and could wish you were
Something mistaken in’t.
Buck. No, not a syllable:
I do pronounce him in that very shaped
He shall appear in proof,
Enter Brandon, a Serjeant at Arms before him, and two or
three of the guard.
Bran. Your office, Serjeant; execute it.
My lord the Duke of Buckingham, and Earl
Of Hertford, Stafford, and Northampton, I
Arrest thee of high treason, in the name
Of our most Sov'reign King.
Buck. Lo you, my lord,
The net has fall’n upon me; I shall perish
Under device and practice.
Bran. I am sorry
To see you ta'en from liberty, to look on
The business present. 'Tis his Highness' pleasure
You shall to th' Tower.
Buck. It will help me nothing
To plead mine innocence; for that dye is on me,
Which makes my whiťst part black. The will of heav'n
Be done in this and all things ! I obey.
my lord Aberga'ny, fare ye well.
Bran. Nay, he must bear you company. The King
Is pleas'd you shall to th' Tower, 'till you know
How he determines further.
Aber. As the Duke said,
The will of heav'n be done; and the King's pleasure
By me obey'd !
Bran. Here is a warrant from
The King, t'attach lord Montague ; and the bodies
Of the Duke's confeffor, John de la Car;
And Gilbert Peck, his chancellor. (5)