. Complete works of William Shakespeare . e gives the bastinado with his tongue:Our ears are cudgelld; not a word of hisBut buffets better than a fist of France:Zounds! I was never so bethumpd with wordsSince I first calld my brothers father dad. ML Son, list to this conj unction, make this match;Give with our niece a dowry large enough:For by this knot thou shalt so surely tie 470 Thy now unsured assurance to the crown,That yon green boy shall have no sun to ripeThe bloom that promiseth a mighty see a yielding in the looks of France;Mark, ho w they whisper: urge them while their souls
. Complete works of William Shakespeare . e gives the bastinado with his tongue:Our ears are cudgelld; not a word of hisBut buffets better than a fist of France:Zounds! I was never so bethumpd with wordsSince I first calld my brothers father dad. ML Son, list to this conj unction, make this match;Give with our niece a dowry large enough:For by this knot thou shalt so surely tie 470 Thy now unsured assurance to the crown,That yon green boy shall have no sun to ripeThe bloom that promiseth a mighty see a yielding in the looks of France;Mark, ho w they whisper: urge them while their soulsAre capable of this ambition,Lest zeal, now melted by the windy breathOf soft petitions, pity and remorse,Cool and congeal again to what it was. First Cit. Why answer not the double majesties 48°This friendly treaty of our threatend town ? K. Phi. Speak England first, that hath been for-To speak unto this city: what say you ? [ward first K. John. If that the Dauphin there, thy princelyCan in this book of beauty read 41 love> [son, 32. Iking 3ohn. scene i. Her dowry shall weigh equal with a queen : For Anjou and fair Touraine, Maine, Poictiers, And all that we upon this side the sea, Except this city now by us besieged, Find liable to our crown and dignity, 490 Shall gild her bridal bed and make her rich In titles, honours and promotions, As she in beauty, education, blood, Holds hand with any princess of the world. K. Phil. What say st thou, boy ? look in the ladys Lew. I do, my lord; and in her eye I find [ wonder, or a wondrous miracle,The shadow of myself formd in her eye;Which, being but the shadow of your son,Becomes a sun and makes your son a shadow: 500I do protest I never loved myselfTill now infixed I beheld myselfDrawn in the flattering table of her eye. [ Whispers with Drawn in the flattering table of her eye! Hangd in the frowning wrinkle of her brow!And quarterd in her heart! he doth espy Himself loves traitor: this is pity now, [be That, han
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