:46:02
I'll flay you!
:46:35
A plague upon
your epileptic visage!
:46:37
Peace, shall I know you
no reverence?
:46:40
Yes, sir; but anger
hath a privilege.
:46:44
Why art thou angry?
:46:47
My lord, if you
will give me leave,
:46:50
I will tread this unbolted
villain into mortar,
:46:54
and daub the wall
of a jakes with him.
:46:58
What is
his fault?
:47:00
His countenance
likes me not.
:47:03
No more, perchance,
does mine, nor his,
nor hers.
:47:07
I have seen better faces
in my time.
:47:16
This is some fellow
who, having been
prais'd for bluntness,
:47:20
doth affect
a saucy roughness.
:47:22
He cannot flatter, he,
an honest mind and plain.
He must speak truth.
:47:27
I know, sir,
I am no flatterer.
:47:31
I serve the King.
:47:33
Fetch forth the stocks.
:47:36
As I have life and honour,
there shall he sit till noon.
:47:40
Till noon!
:47:41
Till night,
my lord;
:47:43
and all night too.
:47:49
Madam, if I were
your father's dog,
you should not use me so.
:47:53
Sir, being his knave, I will.
:47:58
Let me beseech
your Grace
not to do so.