:32:00
to shoe a troop of horse
with felt,
:32:05
and when I have stolen
:32:07
upon these sons-in-law,
then, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!
:32:13
Sir, your most dear daughter...
:32:19
No rescue?
:32:21
Use me well,
you shall have ransom.
:32:26
Let me have a surgeon.
I am cut to the brains.
:32:29
You shall have any thing.
:32:32
No seconds? All myself?
:32:34
Good sir...
:32:36
I will die bravely, like a smug
bridegroom.
:32:39
I will be jovial. Come, come.
:32:41
I am a king.
My masters, know you that.
:32:45
You are a royal one,
and we obey you.
:32:50
Then there's life in it.
:32:53
Nay, an you get it,
you shall get it by running.
:33:08
Thou old unhappy traitor!
:33:11
The sword is out
that must destroy thee!
:33:14
Now let thy friendly hand
put strength enough to it.
:33:18
Let go, slave!
Out, dunghill!
:33:37
Take my purse.
:33:39
Give the letter which thou find'st
about me to Edmund earl of Gloster.
:33:45
Seek him out upon the English party.
:33:57
What, is he dead?
:33:59
I'm only sorry he had no other
death's-man.