Ph.It will not satisfy him.
For he is a potentate: but I will obey thee, sir.
Pam. Tartys chribos! (Puts hand on sword.)
Ph.See, sir, he doth not like it.
Chr.Well,
I am but a poor man, but what is right I’ll do.
Look! here are four more pieces, and that is all I have.
And pray consider, sirs, the mournful news you bring
Cannot be held of value, as joyful tidings might.
(Gives.)