:17:02
Old fools are babes again.
:17:06
Let me not
stay a jot for dinner;
:17:09
go get it ready.
:17:18
What art thou?
:17:19
A very honest-hearted
fellow, sir, and as poor
as the King.
:17:24
If thou be'st as poor
for a subject
as he is for a king,
:17:28
thou art poor enough.
:17:41
What would'st thou?
:17:42
Service.
:17:45
Who would'st thou serve?
You.
:17:48
Dost thou
know me, fellow?
:17:49
No, sir;
:17:53
but you have that in your
countenance which I would
fain call master.
:17:58
What's that?
Authority.
:18:05
Follow me;
:18:07
thou shalt serve me.
:18:09
If I like thee no worse
after dinner,
:18:11
I'll not part
from thee yet.
:18:16
Let his knights have
colder looks among you;
what grows of it no matter.
:18:20
Dinner!
:18:22
Ho, dinner!
:18:25
Where's my knave?
My fool?
:18:28
Go you and call
my fool hither.
:18:31
O you, sirrah, you,
:18:37
where's my daughter?
:18:43
Go call
the clotpoll back.
:18:45
Hey, you!
:18:48
Where is my fool?
:18:50
I think the worid's asleep.
:18:55
Where's that mongrel?
:18:56
He says, my lord,
your daughter is not well.
:18:59
Why came the slave
not back to me
when I called him?