As they were living; think, you see them great, KING HENRY VIII. ACT I. SCENE I-London. An antechamber in the Palace. Enter the Duke of Norfolk, at one door; at the other, the Duke of Buckingham, and the Lord Abergavenny. GOOD Buckingham. 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 Buck. An untimely ague Stay'd me a prisoner in my chamber, when Nor. '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 thron'd ones could have weigh'd Such a compounded one? Buck. All the whole time Then you lost I was my chamber's prisoner. Nor. (1) Henry VIII. and Francis I. king of France. The view of earthly glory: Men might say, The noble spirits to arms, they did perform story, Being now seen possible enough, got credit, Buck. O, you go far. Nor. As I belong to worship, and affect Order gave each thing view; the office did Buck. (1) Glittering, shining. Who did guide, (2) In opinion, which was most noble. (3) Sir Bevis, an old romance. I mean, who set the body and the limbs Of this great sport together, as you guess? Nor. One, certes, that promises no element2 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 From his ambitious finger. What had he To do in these fierce3 vanities? I wonder, That such a keech4 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 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, 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. I cannot tell Aber. 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 Buck. Why the devil, Upon this French going-out, took he upon him, Who should attend on him? He makes up the files (1) Certainly. Lump of fat. He meant to lay upon: and his own letter,! I do know Aber. Buck. O, many Have broke their backs with laying manors on them A most poor The peace issue? Grievingly I think, between the French and us not values The cost that did conclude it. Buck. Nor. Which is budded out; For France hath flaw'd the league, and hath attach'd Our merchants' goods at Bourdeaux. Aber. The ambassador is silenc'd? Nor. Is it therefore Marry, is't. Aber. A proper title of a peace; and purchas'd At a superfluous rate! Buck. Our reverend cardinal carried.2 Nor. Why, all this business 'Like it your grace, The state takes notice of the private difference I advise you, (And take it from a heart that wishes towards you Honour and plenteous safety,) that you read (1) Sets down in his letter without consulting the council. (2) Conducted. |