Our kingdom calls thee father; therefore speak free.
Thy counsel I’ll embrace, as I do thee.
Jer. I thank your highness. Then, my gracious liege,
I hold it meet, by way of embassage,
To demand his mind, and the neglect of tribute.
But, my liege,
Here must be kind words, which doth oft besiege
The ears of rough-hewn tyrants more than blows;
O, a politic speech beguiles the ears of foes.
Marry, my liege, mistake me not, I pray;