Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Flu. And please your Maiestie, let his Neck answere for it, if there is any Marshall Law in the World.
King. King.
King. How canst thou make me satisfaction?
Will. Will.
Will. All offences, my Lord, come from the heart: ne- uer came any from mine, that might offend your Ma- iestie.
King. It was our selfe thou didst abuse.
Will. Your Maiestie came not like your selfe: you appear'd to me but as a common man; witnesse the Night, your Garments, your Lowlinesse: and what your Highnesse suffer'd vnder that shape, I beseech you take it for your owne fault, and not mine: for had you beene as I tooke you for, I made no offence; therefore I beseech your Highnesse pardon me.
King. Here Vnckle Exeter, fill this Gloue with Crownes,
King. And giue it to this fellow. Keepe it fellow,
King. And weare it for an Honor in thy Cappe,
King. Till I doe challenge it. Giue him the Crownes:
King. And Captaine, you must needs be friends with him.
Flu. Flu.
Flu. By this Day and this Light, the fellow ha's met- tell enough in his belly: Hold, there is twelue-pence for you, and I pray you to serue God, and keepe you out of prawles and prabbles, and quarrels and dissentions, and I warrant you it is the better for you.
Will. I will none of your Money.