Such Thanks As Fits A King's Remembrance.

O, She Misused Me Past The Endurance Of A Block.

Let Me Be Ignorant, And In Nothing Good, But Graciously To Know I Am No Better.

An Earnest Conjuration From The King, As England Was His Faithful Tributary, As Love Between Them Like The Palm Might Flourish, As Peace Should Still Her Wheaten Garland Wear And Stand A Comma 'tween Their Amities, And Many Such-like As's Of Great Charge, That, On The View And Knowing Of These Contents, Without Debatement Further, More Or Less, He Should The Bearers Put To Sudden Death, Not Shriving Time Allow'd.

O, Pardon Me, Thou Bleeding Piece Of Earth, / That I Am Meek And Gentle With These Butchers!

He Jests At Scars That Never Felt A Wound.