Your life
Is full of woe.
THE KING.
How will you comfort me?
L'ANGELY.
Another grief! You hold in high esteem,
And justly too, the art of training hawks
For hunting partridges. A good huntsman—
You're one—ought to respect the falconer.
THE KING.
The falconer! A god!
L'ANGELY.
Well! there are two
Who are at point of death!
THE KING.