My own’s my own.
King.
Who touches these reaps harm,
And that right soon.
Herald.
No friendly word thou speak’st,
To welcome strangers.
King.
Strangers are welcome here;
But not to spoil the gods.
My own’s my own.
King.
Who touches these reaps harm,
And that right soon.
Herald.
No friendly word thou speak’st,
To welcome strangers.
King.
Strangers are welcome here;
But not to spoil the gods.