Shakespeare, William / Fletcher, John · published 1623 · first performed or written 1613 [Jun] (Annals) history · King's Men T31 Popes, cardinals and the crown typicality 0.85 · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T31: cardinal, pope, king, lord, majesty, holy, rome, france, church, lords.
Which is budded out, For France hath flawed the League, and hath attached Our Merchant's goods at Bordeaux. Is it therefore? Th' Ambassador is silenced? Marry is't. A proper Title of a Peace, and purchased At a superfluous rate. Why all this Business Our Reverend Cardinal carried. 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 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 Power. 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 advice your shunning. The Duke of Buckingham's Surveyor? Ha'? Where's his Examination? here so please you. Is he in person, ready? I, please your Grace. Well, we shall then know more, & Buckingham Shall lessen this big look. This Butcher's Cur is venom'd-mouthed, and I Have not the power to muzzle him, therefore best Not wake him in his slumber. A Beggar's book, Out-worths a Nobles blood. What are you chaffed? Ask God for Temperance, that's th' appliance only Which your disease requires. I read in's looks Matter against me, and his eye reviled Me as his abject object, at this instant He boreas me with some trick; He's gone to ' th' King: I'll follow, and outstare him. Stay my Lord, And let your Reason with your Choler question What 'tis you go about: to climb steep hills Requires flow pace at first. Anger is like A full hot Horse, who being allowed his way Selfe-mettle tires him: Not a man in England Can advise me like you: Be to yourself, As you would to your Friend. I'll to the King, And from a mouth of Honour, quite cry down This Ipswich fellows insolence; or proclaim, There's difference in no persons. Be advised; Heat not a Furnace for your foe so hot That it do singe yourself. We may outrun By violent swiftness that which we run at; And lose by overrunning: know you not, The fire that mounts the liquor till't run over, In seeming to augment it, wastes it: be advised; I say again there is no English Soul More stronger to direct you then yourself; If with the sap of reason you would quench, Or but allay the fire of passion. Sir, I am 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 sincere motions, by Intelligence, And proofs as clear as Founts in Iuly, when We see each grain of gravel; I do know To be corrupt and treasonous.
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Which is budded out, For France hath flaw'd the League, and hath attach'd Our Merchants goods at Burdeux. Is it therefore? Th' Ambaſſador is ſilenc'd? Marry is't. A proper Title of a Peace, and purchas'd At a ſuperfluous rate. Why all this Buſineſſe Our Reuerend Cardinall carried. Like it your Grace, The State takes notice of the priuate difference Betwixt you, and the Cardinall. I aduiſe you (And take it from a heart, that wiſhes towards you Honor, and plenteous ſafety) that you reade The Cardinals 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 Reuengefull; and I know, his Sword Hath a ſharpe edge: It's long, and't may be ſaide It reaches farre, and where 'twill not extend, Thither he darts it. Boſome vp my counſell, You'l finde it wholeſome. Loe, where comes that Rock That I aduice your ſhunning. The Duke of Buckinghams Surueyor? Ha? Where's his Examination? Heere ſo pleaſe you. Is he in perſon, ready? I, pleaſe your Grace. Well, we ſhall then know more, & Buckingham Shall leſſen this bigge looke. This Butchers Curre is venom'd-mouth'd, and I Haue not the power to muzzle him, therefore beſt Not wake him in his ſlumber. A Beggers booke, Out-worths a Nobles blood. What are you chaff'd? Aske God for Temp'rance, that's th' appliance onely Which your diſeaſe requires. I read in's looks Matter againſt me, and his eye reuil'd Me as his abiect obiect, at this inſtant He bores me with ſome tricke; He's gone to' th' King: Ile follow, and out-ſtare him. Stay my Lord, And let your Reaſon with your Choller queſtion What 'tis you go about: to climbe ſteepe hilles Requires flow pace at firſt. Anger is like A full hot Horſe, who being allow'd his way Selfe-mettle tyres him: Not a man in England Can aduiſe me like you: Be to your ſelfe, As you would to your Friend. Ile to the King, And from a mouth of Honor, quite cry downe This Ipſwich fellowes inſolence; or proclaime, There's difference in no perſons. Be aduiſ'd; Heat not a Furnace for your foe ſo hot That it do ſindge your ſelfe. We may out-runne By violent ſwiftneſſe that which we run at; And loſe by ouer-running: know you not, The fire that mounts the liquor til't run ore, In ſeeming to augment it, waſts it: be aduiſ'd; I ſay againe there is no Engliſh Soule More ſtronger to direct you then your ſelfe; If with the ſap of reaſon you would quench, Or but allay the fire of paſſion. Sir, I am thankfull to you, and Ile goe along By your preſcription: but this top-proud fellow, Whom from the flow of gall I name not, but From ſincere motions, by Intelligence, And proofes as cleere as Founts in Iuly, when Wee ſee each graine of grauell; I doe know To be corrupt and treaſonous.