Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Williams. Wee see yonder the beginning of the day, but I thinke wee shall neuer see the end of it. Who goes there?
King. King.
King. A Friend.
Williams. Williams.
Williams. Vnder what Captaine serue you?
King. Vnder Sir Iohn Erpingham.
Williams. A good old Commander, and a most kinde Gentleman: I pray you, what thinkes he of our estate?
King. Euen as men wrackt vpon a Sand, that looke to be washt off the next Tyde.
Bates. Bates.
Bates. He hath not told his thought to the King?
King. No: nor it is not meet he should: for though I speake it to you, I thinke the King is but a man, as I am: the Violet smells to him, as it doth to me; the Element shewes to him, as it doth to me; all his Sences haue but humane Conditions: his Ceremonies layd by, in his Na- kednesse he appeares but a man; and though his affecti- ous are higher mounted then ours, yet when they stoupe, they stoupe with the like wing: therefore, when he sees reason of feares, as we doe; his feares, out of doubt, be of the same rellish as ours are: yet in reason, no man should possesse him with any appearance of feare; least hee, by shewing it, should dis-hearten his Army.
Bates. He may shew what outward courage he will: but I beleeue, as cold a Night as 'tis, hee could wish him- selfe in Thames vp to the Neck; and so I would he were, and I by him, at all aduentures, so we were quit here.
King. By my troth, I will speake my conscience of the King: I thinke hee would not wish himselfe any where, but where hee is.