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As they were living; think, you see them great,
An Antechamber in the
Enter the DUKE OF NORFOLK, at one door; at the other, the DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM, and the LORD ABERGAVENNY.
Buck. Good morrow, and well met. How have you
Since last we saw in France?
I thank your grace:
Healthful; and ever since a fresh admirer
An untimely ague
Stay'd me a prisoner in my chamber, when
Met in the vale of Andren.a
Twixt Guynes and Arde:
Which had they, what four thron'd ones could have weigh'd
Such a compounded one?
All the whole time
Then you lost
I was my chamber's prisoner.
The view of earthly glory: Men might say,
a Andren. So the original; so the Chroniclers. modern editors write "the vale of Arde." Arde, or Ardres, is the town, which in the next line is spelt Arde in the original. Andren, or Ardren, is the village near the place of meeting.
To one above itself. Each following day
Beyond thought's compass; that former fabulous story,
O, you go far.
Nor. As I belong to worship, and affect In honour 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 rebell'd,
Order gave each thing view; the office did
Of this great sport together?
As you guess:
2 Clinquant-bright with gingling ornaments.
One, certes, that promises no element a
In such a business.
I pray you, who, my lord?
Buck. 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 keechb can with his very bulk
There's in him stuff that puts him to these ends :
I cannot tell
What heaven hath given him, let some graver eye
Peep through each part of him: Whence has he that?
Or has given all before, and he begins
A new hell in himself.
Why the devil,
Upon this French going-out, took he upon him,
a Element-constituent quality of mind. Thus in Twelfth Night' (Act III. Sc. 4) Malvolio says, "Go, hang yourselves all! you are idle shallow things: I am not of your element."
b Keech. A "keech" is a lump of fat; and Buckingham here denounces Wolsey as an overgrown bloated favourite.
Of all the gentry; for the most part such
I do know
Kinsmen of mine, three at the least, that have
Have broke their backs with laying manors on them
A most poor issue?
Grievingly I think,
The peace between the French and us not values
Which is budded out;
For France hath flaw'd the league, and hath attach'd Our merchants' goods at Bourdeaux.
The ambassador is silenc'd?
Is it therefore
Marry, is 't.
Aber. A proper title of a peace; and purchas'd
At a superfluous rate!
Why, all this business
'Like it your grace,
Our reverend cardinal carried.
Nor. 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