And bears his thoughts above his falcon’s pitch.
Glou. My lord, ’tis but a base ignoble mind
That mounts no higher than a bird can soar.
[15] Car. I thought as much; he would be above the clouds.
Glou. Ay, my lord cardinal? how think you by that?
Were it not good your grace could fly to heaven?
King. The treasury of everlasting joy.
Car. Thy heaven is on earth; thine eyes and thoughts
[20] Beat on a crown, the treasure of thy heart;
Pernicious protector, dangerous peer,