SIR JOHN.
Not I, yfaith.
KING.
[Aside.] So it should seem.
SIR JOHN. Well, if old King Henry had lived, this King that is now had made thieving the best trade in England.
KING.
Why so?
SIR JOHN. Because he was the chief warden of our company. It’s pity that e’er he should have been a King; he was so brave a thief. But, sirra, wilt remember my pardon if need be?
KING.
Yes, faith, will I.
SIR JOHN. Wilt thou? well then, because thou shalt go safe—for thou mayest hap (being so early) be met with again before thou come to Southwark—if any man, when he should bid thee good morrow, bid thee stand, say thou but Sir John, and he will let thee pass.
KING.
Is that the word? well, then, let me alone.
SIR JOHN. Nay, sirra, because I think indeed I shall have some occasion to use thee, & as thou comest oft this way, I may light on thee another time not knowing thee, here! I’ll break this Angel. Take thou half of it; this is a token betwixt thee and me.
KING.
God have mercy; farewell.