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Henry The Eighth (Modern)

35Enter the Duke of Norfolk at one door. At the other, the Duke of Buckingham, and the Lord Aburgavenny.
Buckingham
Good morrow, and well met. How have ye done
40Since last we saw in France?
Norfolk
I thank your grace,
Healthful, and ever since a fresh admirer
Of what I saw there.
Buckingham
An untimely ague
45Stayed me a prisoner in my chamber when
Those suns of glory, those two lights of men,
Met in the vale of Andres.
Norfolk
'Twixt Guînes and Ardes
I was then present, saw them salute on horseback,
50Beheld them when they lighted, how they clung
In their Embracement, as they grew together,
Which had they, what four throned ones could have weighed
Such a compounded one?
55Buckingham
All the whole time
I was my chamber's prisoner.
Norfolk
Then you lost
The view of earthly glory. Men might say
Till this time pomp was single, but now married
60To one above itself. Each following day
Became the next day's master, till the last
Made former wonders its. Today the French,
All clinquant, all in gold, like heathen gods,
Shone down the English; and tomorrow they
65Made Britain India: every man that stood
Showed like a mine. Their dwarfish pages were
As cherubim, all gilt. The madams too,
Not used to toil, did almost sweat to bear
The pride upon them, that their very labor
70Was to them as a painting. Now this masque
Was cried incomparable, and th’ensuing night
Made it a fool and beggar. The two kings,
Equal in luster, were now best, now worst,
As presence did present them: him in eye,
75Still 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
The noble spirits to arms, they did perform
80Beyond thought's compass, that former fabulous story
Being now seen possible enough, got credit
That Bevis was believed.
Buckingham
Oh, you go far.
Norfolk
As I belong to worship, and affect
85In honor honesty, the tract of everything
Would by a good discourser lose some life,
Which action's self was tongue to.
All was royal;
To the disposing of it nought rebelled,
90Order gave each thing view; the office did
Distinctly his full function.
Buckingham
Who did guide --
I mean, who set the body and the limbs
Of this great sport together, as you guess?
95Norfolk
One, certes, that promises no element
In such a business.
Buckingham
I pray you who, my lord?
Norfolk
All this was ordered by the good discretion
Of the right reverend Cardinal of York.
100Buckingham
The 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'th'beneficial sun
105And keep it from the earth.
Norfolk
Surely, sir,
There's in him stuff that puts him to these ends;
For being not propped by ancestry, whose grace
Chalks successors their way, nor called upon
110For high feats done to th'crown, neither allied
To eminent assistants, but spider-like,
Out of his self-drawing web, ‘a gives us note
The force of his own merit makes his way
A gift that heaven gives for him, which buys
115A place next to the king.
Abergavenny
I cannot tell
What heaven hath given him -- let some grayer eye
Pierce into that -- but I can see his pride
Peep through each part of him; whence has he that,
120If not from hell? The devil is a niggard,
Or has given all before, and he begins
A new hell in himself.
Buckingham
Why the devil,
Upon this French going-out, took he upon him,
125Without the privity o'th'king, t'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 honor
He meant to lay upon; and his own letter,
130The honorable board of council, out
Must fetch him in, he papers.
Abergavenny
I do know
Kinsmen of mine, three at the least, that have
By this so sickened their estates that never
135They shall abound as formerly.
Buckingham
Oh, many
Have broke their backs with laying manors on 'em
For this great journey. What did this vanity
But minister communication of
140A most poor issue?
Norfolk
Grievingly, I think
The peace between the French and us not values
The cost that did conclude it.
Buckingham
Every man,
145After the hideous storm that followed, was
A thing inspired, and not consulting, broke
Into a general prophesy: that this tempest,
Dashing the garment of this peace, aboded
The sudden breach on't.
150Norfolk
Which is budded out,
For France hath flawed the league, and hath attached
Our merchants' goods at Bordeaux.
Abergavenny
Is it therefore
Th'ambassador is silenced?
155Norfolk
Marry, is't.
Abergavenny
A proper title of a peace, and purchased
At a superfluous rate.
Buckingham
Why, all this business
Our reverend cardinal carried
160Norfolk
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 you
Honor and plenteous safety -- that you read
165The 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
170Hath 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'l find it wholesome. Lo, where comes that rock
That I advise your shunning.
175Enter 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 Buckham, and Buckingham on him, both full of disdain.
180Wolsey
The Duke of Buckingham's surveyor, ha?
Where's his examination?
Secretary
Here so please you.
Wolsey
Is he in person ready?
Secretary
Ay, please your grace.
185Wolsey
Well, we shall then know more, and Buckingham
Shall lessen this big look.
Exeunt Cardinal and his train.
Buckingham
This butcher's cur is venom-mouthed, and I
Have not the power to muzzle him: therefore best
190Not wake him in his slumber. A beggar's book
Outworths a noble's blood.
Norfolk
What, are you chafed?
Ask God for temperance: that's th'appliance oney
Which your disease requires.
195Buckingham
I read in's looks
Matter against me, and his eye reviled
Me as his abject obiect at this instant
He bores me with some trick; he's gone to'th'king.
I'll follow, and out-stare him.
200Norfolk
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 allowed his way,
205Self-mettle tires him. Not a man in England
Can advise me like you. Be to yourself
As you would to your friend.
Buckingham
I'll to the king,
And from a mouth of honor quite cry down
210This Ipswich fellow's insolence, or proclaim
There's difference in no persons.
Norfolk
Be advised:
Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot
That it do singe yourself. We may outrun
215By violent swiftness that which we run at,
And lose by ouer-running. Know you not
The fire that mounts the liquor till't run o'er,
In seeming to augment it, wastes it? Be advised:
I say again there is no English soul
220More stronger to direct you than yourself,
If with the sap of reason you would quench
Or but allay the fire of passion.
Buckingham
Sir,
I am thankful to you and I'll go along
225By your prescription: but this top-proud fellow,
Whom 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
230To be corrupt and treasonous.
Norfolk
Say not treasonous.
Buckingham
To th'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
235As he is subtle, and as prone to mischief
As 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
240To this last costly treaty, th'interview,
That swallowed so much treasure, and like a glass
Did break ith'wrenching.
Norfolk
Faith, and so it did.
Buckingham
Pray give me favor, sir. This cunning cardinal
245The articles o'th'combination drew
As himself pleased, and they were ratified
As he cried 'Thus let be', to as much end
As give a crutch to th'dead. But our count-cardinal
Has done this, and 'tis well; for worthy Wolsey
250(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 color, but he came
255To whisper Wolsey) 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
Peeped harms that menaced him. Privily
260Deals with our cardinal, and as I trow,
(Which I do well, for I am sure the emperor
Paid ere he promised) whereby his suit was granted
Ere it was asked. But when the way was made
And paved with gold, the emperor thus desired
265That he would please to alter the king's course
And break the aforesaid peace. Let the king know
(As soon he shall by me) that thus the cardinal
Does buy and sell his honor as he pleases,
And for his own advantage.
270Norfolk
I am sorry
To hear this of him, and could wish he were
Somthing mistaken in't.
Buckingham
No, not a syllable.
I do pronounce him in that very shape
275He shall appear in proof.
Brandon
Your office, sergeant: execute it.
Sergeant
Sir,
280My lord the Duke of Buckingham, and Earl
Of Hertford, Stafford and Northampton, I
Arrest thee of high treason, in the name
Of our most sovereign king.
Buckingham
Lo you, my lord,
285The net has fallen upon me. I shall perish
Under device and practise.
Brandon
I am sorry
To see you ta'en from liberty to look on
The busines present. 'Tis his highness' pleasure
290You shall to th'Tower.
Buckingham
It will help me nothing
To plead mine innocence, for that dye is on me
Which makes my whit'st part, black. The will of heav'n
Be done in this and all things: I obey.
295O my Lord Abergavenny, fare you well.
Brandon
Nay, he must bear you company. The king
Is pleased you shall to th'Tower, till you know
How he determines further.
Abergavenny
As the duke said,
300The will of heaven be done, and the king's pleasure
By me obeyed.
Brandon
Here is a warrant from
The king, t'attach Lord Montague and the Bodies
Of the duke's confessor, John de la Car,
305One Gilbert Peck, his chancellor.
Buckingham
So, so;
These are the limbs o'th'plot. No more, I hope.
Brandon
A Monk o'th'Chartreux.
Buckingham
O, Nicholas Hopkins?
310Brandon
He.
Buckingham
My surveyor is false. The o'er-great cardinal
Hath showed him gold. My life is spanned already;
I am the shadow of poor Buckingham,
Whose figure even this instant cloud puts on,
315By dark'ning my clear sun. My lords farewell.