‘The King.—How the devil have I got here? The knaves have sold every cloak in the wardrobe.
‘Rochester.—Those knaves are fools. That is a part of dress, which, for their own sakes, your majesty ought never to be without.
‘The King.—Pshaw! I’m vexed!
‘Rochester.—I hate still life—I’m glad of it. Your majesty is never so entertaining as when—
‘The King.—Ridiculous! I believe the English are the most intractable people upon earth.
‘Rochester.—I must humbly beg your majesty’s pardon, if I presume in that respect.
‘The King.—You would find them so, were you in my place, and obliged to govern.
‘Rochester.—Were I in your majesty’s place, I would not govern at all.
‘The King.—How then?
‘Rochester.—I would send for my good lord Rochester, and command him to govern.