An’ be a targe for pikepoles than be a king.

2nd S. He looked as though the whole world shot its darts

On his bare forehead.

1st S. Yea, an’ his poor Queen, didst see her sue

Upon her knees, to gain her lord’s admission.

May such a sight ne’er greet mine eyes agen.

2nd S. See, now they come. It shames my soldierhood

To see a king ensuffer such dishonour.

He is no Pope would hold so black a malice,

To pluck from hell. Let’s out.