Sad, high, and working, full of state and woe, The play may pass, if they be still and willing, Be sad, as we would make ye: think ye see The very persons of our noble story, As they were living; think you see them great, And followed with the general throng and sweat Of thousand friends: then, in a moment, see ACT FIRST SCENE I.-London. An Ante-chamber in the Palace 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 An untimely ague Stayed me a prisoner in my chamber when Those suns of glory, those two lights of men, 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 throned ones could have weighed The view of earthly glory: men might say, Became the next day's master, till the last 'Twas said, they saw but one, and no discerner Durst wag his tongue in censure. suns When these (For so they phrase them) by their heralds chal lenged The noble spirits to arms, they did perform Beyond thought's compass; that former fabulous story, Being now seen possible enough, got credit,— Buck. 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 rebelled; Order gave each thing view, the office did. Buck. Who did guide, I mean, who set the body and the limbs Of this great sport together? Nor. One, certes, that promises no element In such a business. Buck. As you guess: I pray you, who, my lord? Nor. All this was ordered 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 Nor. rays Surely, sir, There's in him stuff that puts him to these ends. Out of his self-drawing web, he gives us note, Aber. I cannot tell 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 |