On his account? Possibly. [Aside.] I'll lead them all a dance. [Aloud.] Zounds! Villain! Rascal! My corns! I believe the rogue is hurting me on purpose—because I won't tell him anything.
EVERSMANN.
But, Your Majesty, I haven't asked any questions yet.
KING.
I'll have you asking questions! Now what are you laughing at, sirrah?
Heh? Fetch me my dressing gown until you have found the uniform.
[EVERSMANN turns to go.] Hey, there! Why did you laugh just now?
EVERSMANN.
Because I know—that before I have brought Your Majesty your hat Your
Majesty will have told me all about it.
KING (threatening him with his cane).
You rascal—how dare you?
EVERSMANN (retiring toward the door).