CARLO
Will you smell to a sprig of rosemary?
NO
No.
BALTHAZAR
Will you be hanged?
NO
No.
BALTHAZAR
This is either Signor No, or no Signor.
MEDINA
He makes his love to us a warning piece
To arm ourselves against we come to court,
Because the guard is doubled.
ALL
Tush, we care not.
BALTHAZAR If any here arms his hand to cut off the head, let him first pluck out my throat. In any noble act I'll wade chin-deep with you. But to kill a King?
MEDINA
No hear me…
BALTHAZAR You were better, my Lord, sail five hundred times to Bantam <55> in the West Indies, that once to Barathrum in the Low Countries. It's hot going under the line there, the calenture <56> of the soul is a most miserable madness.