:50:00
Smile you my speeches,
as I were a fool?
:50:03
What, art thou mad, old fellow?
:50:05
How fell you out? Say that.
:50:07
No contraries hold more antipathy
than I and such a knave.
:50:11
- What's his offence?
- His countenance likes me not.
:50:13
No more, perchance, does mine,
nor his, nor hers?
:50:17
Sir, 'tis my occupation
to be plain:
:50:21
I have seen better faces in my time
than that I see this instant.
:50:26
Fetch forth the stocks!
:50:29
You reverend braggart,
we'll teach you!
:50:33
I am too old to learn.
:50:35
Call not your stocks for me.
:50:40
I serve the king, on whose
employment I was sent to you.
:50:42
You shall do small respect,
stocking his messenger.
:50:45
Fetch forth the stocks!
:50:47
There shall he sit till noon.
:50:50
Why, madam, if I were your father's
dog, not messenger...
:50:55
Sir, being his knave, I will!
:50:58
This is a fellow of the self-same
colour our sister speaks of.
:51:01
Let me beseech your Grace
not to do so.
:51:03
The good king his master
will check him for it.
:51:06
I'll answer that.
:51:11
Put in his legs!
:51:21
I am sorry for thee,
tis the duke's pleasure.
:51:27
I'll entreat for thee.
:51:29
Pray, do not, sir,
I've watched, and travelled hard,
:51:35
a good man's fortune may grow out
at heels. Give you good morrow!
:51:40
The duke's to blame in this.
:51:56
This strange that they should depart,
and not send back my messenger.