A King, and No King by John Fletcher;Francis Beaumont
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Why you did, and you have talked enough on't.
_Arb_. Talkt enough? Will you confine my word? by heaven and earth, I were much better be a King of beasts Than such a people: if I had not patience Above a God, I should be call'd a Tyrant Throughout the world. They will offend to death Each minute: Let me hear thee speak again, And thou art earth again: why this is like _Tigranes_ speech that needs would say I brag'd. _Bessus_, he said I brag'd. _Bes_. Ha, ha, ha. _Arb_. Why dost thou laugh? By all the world, I'm grown ridiculous To my own Subjects: Tie me in a Chair And jest at me, but I shall make a start, And punish some that others may take heed How they are haughty; who will answer me? He said I boasted, speak _Mardonius_, Did I? He will not answer, O my temper! I give you thanks above, that taught my heart |
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