King. I my selfe heard the King say he would not be
ransom'd
Will. I, hee said so, to make vs fight chearefully: but when our throats are cut, hee may be ransom'd, and wee ne're the wiser
King. If I liue to see it, I will neuer trust his word after
Will. You pay him then: that's a perillous shot out of an Elder Gunne, that a poore and a priuate displeasure can doe against a Monarch: you may as well goe about to turne the Sunne to yce, with fanning in his face with a Peacocks feather: You'le neuer trust his word after; come, 'tis a foolish saying
King. Your reproofe is something too round, I should
be angry with you, if the time were conuenient
Will. Let it bee a Quarrell betweene vs, if you
liue
King. I embrace it
Will. How shall I know thee againe?
King. Giue me any Gage of thine, and I will weare it
in my Bonnet: Then if euer thou dar'st acknowledge it,
I will make it my Quarrell
Will. Heere's my Gloue: Giue mee another of
thine
King. There