Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Will. My Liege, this was my Gloue, here is the fellow of it: and he that I gaue it to in change, promis'd to weare it in his Cappe: I promis'd to strike him, if he did: I met this man with my Gloue in his Cappe, and I haue been as good as my word.
Flu. Flu.
Flu. Your Maiestie heare now, sauing your Maiesties Manhood, what an arrant rascally, beggerly, lowsie Knaue it is: I hope your Maiestie is peare me testimonie and witnesse, and will auouchment, that this is the Gloue of Alanson, that your Maiestie is giue me, in your Con- science now.
King. King.
King. Giue me thy Gloue Souldier;
King. Looke, heere is the fellow of it:
King. 'Twas I indeed thou promised'st to strike,
King. And thou hast giuen me most bitter termes.
Flu. And please your Maiestie, let his Neck answere for it, if there is any Marshall Law in the World.
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,