This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1919 edition. Excerpt: ...and a private displeasure can do against a monarch! you may as well go about0 to turn the sun to ice with fanning in his face with a peacock's feather. You'll never trust his 200 word after! come, 'tis a foolish saying. K. Hen. Your reproofS is something too round0: I should be angry with you, if the time were ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1919 edition. Excerpt: ...and a private displeasure can do against a monarch! you may as well go about0 to turn the sun to ice with fanning in his face with a peacock's feather. You'll never trust his 200 word after! come, 'tis a foolish saying. K. Hen. Your reproofS is something too round0: I should be angry with you, if the time were convenient. Will. Let it be a quarrel between us, if you live. K. Hen. I embrace it. 205 Will. How shall I know thee again? K. Hen. Give me any gage0 of thine, and I will wear it in my bonnet; then, if ever thou darest acknowledge it, I will make it my quarrel. Will. Here's my glove; give me another of thine. 210 K. Hen. There. Will. This will I also wear in my cap: if ever thou come to me and say, after to-morrow, 'This is my glove, ' by this hand, I will take0 thee a box on the ear. 215 K. Hen. If ever I live to see it, I will challenge it. Will. Thou darest as well be hanged. K. Hen. Well, I will do it, though I take thee in the king's company. Will. Keep thy word: fare thee well. 220 'Bates. Be friends, you English fools, be friends: we have French quarrels enow,0 if you could tell how to reckon. K. Hen. Indeed, the French0 may lay twenty French crowns to one, they will beat us; for they bear them 225 on their shoulders: but it is no English treason to cut0 French crowns, and to-morrow the king himself will be a clipper. Exeunt Soldiers. Upon the king! let us our lives, our souls, Our debts, our careful0 wives, 230 Our children, and our sins lay on the king! We must bear all. O hard condition, Twin-born with greatness, subject to the breath0 Of every fool, whose sense no more can feel But his own wringing0! What infinite heart's-ease 235 Must kings neglect, that private men enjoy! And what have kings, that privates0 have not too, Save..
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