:48:17
You know not
why we came to visit you.
:48:18
Our father he hath writ, so hath
our sister, of differences,
:48:20
which I best thought it fit
to answer from your home.
:48:25
Lay comforts to your bosom,
and bestow your needful counsel
:48:29
to our business,
which craves the instant use.
:48:31
I serve you, madam,
:48:34
Your Graces are right welcome.
:48:42
Filthy coward!
:48:46
Draw, you rascal!
Come your ways!
:48:50
Help, ho!
:48:52
Stand, rogue, stand!
You neat slave, strike!
:48:55
You come with letters
against the king?!
:48:58
What is the matter?
:49:00
With you, goodman boy,
an you please?
:49:02
Weapons! Arms!
What's the matter here?
:49:06
Keep peace,
upon your lives!
:49:09
He dies that strikes again.
What is the matter?
:49:13
The messengers from our sister
and the king.
:49:15
- What is your difference? Speak.
- I am scarce in breath, my lord.
:49:19
No marvel. You cowardly rascal.
:49:21
One-trunk-inheriting slave,
a superserviceable rogue,
:49:24
one that wouldst be a bawd
in way of good service!
:49:27
Speak yet, how grew your quarrel?
:49:29
This ancient ruffian, whose life
I've spared at suit of his gray beard.
:49:32
Let me tread him into mortar, and
daub the wall of a jakes with him.
:49:36
Peace, sirrah! You beastly knave,
know you no reverence?
:49:39
Yes, sir,
but anger hath a privilege.
:49:42
Why art thou angry?
:49:44
That such a slave should wear a sword,
who wears no honesty.
:49:48
Such smiling rogues as these
:49:51
renege, affirm and turn their
halcyon beaks
:49:55
with every gale and vary
of their masters,
:49:57
knowing naught, like dogs,
but following.