_Nor._ Like it your grace,[45] 100 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[46] Honour and plenteous safety--that you read The cardinal's malice and his potency 105 Together; to consider further that What his high hatred would effect wants not[47] 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 110 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 advise your shunning.[48] _Enter_ 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_ BUCKINGHAM, _and_ BUCKINGHAM _on him, both full of disdain_. _Wol._ The Duke of Buckingham's surveyor, ha?[49] 115 Where's his examination? _First Sec._ Here, so please you.[50] _Wol._ Is he in person ready? _First Sec._ Ay, please your grace.[51] _Wol._ Well, we shall then know more; and Buckingham[52] Shall lessen this big look. [_Exeunt Wolsey and his Train._[52][53] _Buck._ This butcher's cur is venom-mouth'd, and I[54] 120 Have not the power to muzzle him; therefore best Not wake him in his slumber. A beggar's book[55] Outworths a noble's blood. _Nor._ What, are you chafed?[56] Ask God for temperance; that's the appliance only Which your disease requires. _Buck._ I read in's looks 125 Matter against me, and his eye reviled[57] Me as his abject object: at this instant[57] He bores me with some trick: he's gone to the king;[58] I 'll follow and outstare him. _Nor._ Stay, my lord, And let your reason with your choler question 130 What 'tis you go about: to climb steep hills Requires slow pace at first: anger is like A full-hot horse, who being allow'd his way,[59] Self-mettle tires him. Not a man in England Can advise me like you: be to yourself 135 As you would to your friend. _Buck._ I'll to the king; And from a mouth of honour quite cry down This Ipswich fellow's insolence, or proclaim There's difference in no persons.