Page 1622 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

What, are you chafed?
Ask God for temperance, that’s th’appliance only
Which your disease requires.

BUCKINGHAM
I read in’s looks [125]
Matter against me, and his eye reviled

Me as his abject object: at this instant
He bores me with some trick. He’s gone to th’King:
I’ll follow, and outstare him.

NORFOLK
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 allowed his way,

Self-mettle tires him. Not a man in England
Can advise me like you: be to yourself [135]
As you would to your friend.

BUCKINGHAM
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.

NORFOLK
Be advised:
Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot [140]

That it do singe yourself. We may outrun
By violent swiftness that which we run at,
And lose by over-running. Know you not
The fire that mounts the liquor till’t run o’er

In seeming to augment it wastes it? Be advised: [145]
I say again there is no English soul
More stronger to direct you than yourself,
If with the sap of reason you would quench