King John : Large Print

Brother, adieu: good fortune come to thee! For thou wast got i' the way of honesty.Exeunt all but BASTARDA foot of honour better than I was; But many a many foot of land the worse.

Well, now can I make any Joan a lady. 'Good den, sir Richard!'-'God-a-mercy, fellow!'- And if his name be George, I'll call him Peter; For new-made honour doth forget men's names; 'Tis too respective and too sociable For your conversion.

Now your traveller, He and his toothpick at my worship's mess, And when my knightly stomach is sufficed, Why then I suck my teeth and catechise My picked man of countries: 'My dear sir,' Thus, leaning on mine elbow, I begin, 'I shall beseech you'-that is question now; And then comes answer like an Absey book: 'O sir,' says answer, 'at your best command; At your employment; at your service, sir;' 'No, sir,' says question, 'I, sweet sir, at yours:' And so, ere answer knows what question would, Saving in dialogue of compliment,