1:46:02
This a good block.
1:46:05
It were a delicate
stratagem to shoe
a troop of horse with felt;
1:46:09
I'll put it to the proof;
and when I have stolen
upon these son-in-laws,
1:46:14
then kill, kill,
kill, kill, kill, kill!
1:46:25
Sir, your most
dear daughter...
1:46:27
No rescue?
1:46:29
What, a prisoner?
1:46:33
I am even the natural
fool of fortune.
1:46:36
Use me well;
you shall have ransom.
1:46:43
Let me have surgeons;
I am cut to th' brains.
1:46:47
You shall
have anything.
1:46:49
No seconds? All myself?
1:46:55
Why, this would make a man
a man of salt,
1:46:58
to use his eyes
for garden water-pots,
1:47:01
ay, and laying
Autumn's dust.
1:47:07
I will die bravely,
1:47:09
like a smug bridegroom.
1:47:11
What! I will be jovial.
1:47:13
Come, come;
I am a king, masters,
know you that.
1:47:17
You are a royal one,
and we obey you.
1:47:23
Then there's life in't.
1:47:26
Come, an you get it.
1:47:31
You shall get it
by running.
Sa, sa, sa, sa.
1:47:37
Come on,
come on, come on!