Anthony, who defy Satan, and do his work at the same time.”
“You would not say, Master Varney,” said Foster, “that our good lord and master, whom I hold to be fulfilled in all nobleness, would use such base and sinful means to rise, as thy speech points at?”
“Tush, man,” said Varney, “never look at me with so sad a brow—you trap me not—nor am I in your power, as your weak brain may imagine, because I name to you freely the engines, the springs, the screws, the tackle, and braces, by which great men rise in stirring times.—Sayest thou our good lord is fulfilled of all nobleness?—Amen, and so be it—he has the more need to have those about him who are unscrupulous in his service, and who, because they know that his fall will overwhelm and crush them, must wager both blood and brain, soul and body, in order to keep him aloft; and this I tell thee, because I care not who knows it.”
“You speak truth, Master Varney,” said Anthony Foster; “he that is head of a party, is but a boat on a wave, that raises not itself, but is moved by the billow which it floats upon.”
“Thou art metaphorical, honest Anthony,” replied Varney; “that velvet doublet hath made an oracle of thee—we will have thee to Oxford to take the degrees in the arts.—And, in the meantime, hast thou arranged all the matters which were sent from London, and put the western chambers into such fashion as may answer my lord’s humour?”
“They may serve a king on his bridal-day,” said Anthony; “and I promise you that Dame Amy
