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Rh How many days Will you keep up this quarrel with the King, And the King’s nobles, and myself, and all, Who'd gladly be your friends, if you would let them?[Going near to. If you would try, you might persuade him, father. I cannot make him answer me, and yet If fitting hands would offer him the food, He might accept it.

. Certainly I will not. I’ve made too many homilies, wherein The wanton imagination of the poets Has been condemned, to be his flatterer. If pride and disobedience are unpunished Who will obey?

[going to other side towards ]. If you would speak to him, You might not find persuasion difficult, With all the devils of hunger helping you.

. I will not interfere, and if he starve For being obstinate and stiff in the neck, 'Tis but good riddance.

. One of us must do it. It might be, if you’d reason with him, ladies, He would eat something, for I have a notion That if he brought misfortune on the King, Or the King’s house, we’d be as little thought of As summer linen when the winter’s come.