_Nor._ 'Twixt Guynes and Arde: I was then present, saw them salute on horseback;[13] Beheld them, when they 'lighted, how they clung In their embracement, as they grew together; 10 Which had they, what four throned ones could have weigh'd[14] Such a compounded one? _Buck._ All the whole time I was my chamber's prisoner. _Nor._ Then you lost The view of earthly glory: men might say, Till this time pomp was single, but now married 15 To one above itself. Each following day Became the next day's master, till the last[15] Made former wonders its. To-day the French,[16] All clinquant, all in gold, like heathen gods,[17] Shone down the English; and to-morrow they 20 Made Britain India: every man that stood Show'd like a mine. Their dwarfish pages were As cherubins, all gilt: the madams too, Not used to toil, did almost sweat to bear The pride upon them, that their very labour 25 Was to them as a painting: now this masque Was cried incomparable; and the ensuing night Made it a fool and beggar. The two kings, Equal in lustre, were now best, now worst, As presence did present them; him in eye 30 Still 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--[18] For so they phrase 'em--by their heralds challenged The noble spirits to arms, they did perform 35 Beyond thought's compass; that former fabulous story,[19] Being now seen possible enough, got credit, That Bevis was believed.[20] _Buck._ O, you go far. _Nor._ As I belong to worship and affect In honour honesty, the tract of every thing 40 Would by a good discourser lose some life Which action's self was tongue to. All was royal;[21][22] To the disposing of it nought rebell'd;[22] Order gave each thing view; the office did[22][23] Distinctly his full function.[22] _Buck._ Who did guide,[22] 45 I mean, who set the body and the limbs[22] Of this great sport together, as you guess?[22][24] _Nor._ One, certes, that promises no element[22][24][25] In such a business.[22] _Buck._ I pray you, who, my lord?[26] _Nor._ All this was order'd by the good discretion 50 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 To do in these fierce vanities? I wonder That such a keech can with his very bulk[27] 55 Take up the rays o' the beneficial sun, And keep it from the earth.