Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Will. I, hee said so, to make vs fight chearefully: but when our throats are cut, hee may be ransom'd, and wee ne're the wiser.
King. King.
King. If I liue to see it, I will neuer trust his word af- ter.
Will. Will.
Will. You pay him then: that's a perillous shot out of an Elder Gunne, that a poore and a priuate displeasure can doe against a Monarch: you may as well goe about to turne the Sunne to yce, with fanning in his face with a Peacocks feather: You'le neuer trust his word after; come, 'tis a foolish saying.
King. Your reproofe is something too round, I should be angry with you, if the time were conuenient.
Will. Let it bee a Quarrell betweene vs, if you liue.
King. I embrace it.
Will. How shall I know thee againe?
King. Giue me any Gage of thine, and I will weare it in my Bonnet: Then if euer thou dar'st acknowledge it, I will make it my Quarrell.
Will. Heere's my Gloue: Giue mee another of thine.
King. There.