Slave, thou hast slain me: villain, take my purse:
If ever thou wilt thrive, bury my body;
And give the letters which thou find'st about me
To Edmund earl of Gloucester; seek him out
Upon the British party: O, untimely death!

Out, dunghill!

Let go, slave, or thou diest!

Wherefore, bold peasant,
Darest thou support a publish'd traitor? Hence;
Lest that the infection of his fortune take
Like hold on thee. Let go his arm.

A proclaim'd prize! Most happy!
That eyeless head of thine was first framed flesh
To raise my fortunes. Thou old unhappy traitor,
Briefly thyself remember: the sword is out
That must destroy thee.

Would I could meet him, madam! I should show
What party I do follow.

I, madam?

Madam, I had rather--

I may not, madam:
My lady charged my duty in this business.

I must needs after him, madam, with my letter.

I know not, lady.

No, madam.

Madam, with much ado:
Your sister is the better soldier.

Ay, madam.

Madam, here comes my lord.

Madam, within; but never man so changed.
I told him of the army that was landed;
He smiled at it: I told him you were coming:
His answer was 'The worse:' of Gloucester's treachery,
And of the loyal service of his son,
When I inform'd him, then he ...

My lord of Gloucester hath convey'd him hence:
Some five or six and thirty of his knights,
Hot questrists after him, met him at gate;
Who, with some other of the lords dependants,
Are gone with him towards Dover; where they boast
To have well-armed friends.

I never gave him any:
It pleased the king his master very late
To strike at me, upon his misconstruction;
When he, conjunct and flattering his displeasure,
Tripp'd me behind; being down, insulted, rail'd,
And put upon him such a deal of man,
That worthied him, got praises ...

This ancient ruffian, sir, whose life I have spared
at suit of his gray beard,--

I am scarce in breath, my lord.

Help, ho! murder! murder!

Help, ho! murder! help!

Away! I have nothing to do with thee.

Why, what a monstrous fellow art thou, thus to rail
on one that is neither known of thee nor knows thee!

What dost thou know me for?

Why dost thou use me thus? I know thee not.

Why, then, I care not for thee.

Prithee, if thou lovest me, tell me.

Where may we set our horses?

Good dawning to thee, friend: art of this house?

Yes, madam.

I'll not be struck, my lord.

I am none of these, my lord; I beseech your pardon.

My lady's father.

So please you,--

Well, madam.

He's coming, madam; I hear him.

Yes, madam.