By God, I cannot flatter, I defy
The tongues of soothers!
The tongues of soothers!
Shakespeare
brave world!
Hostess, my breakfast, come.
O, I could wish this tavern were my drum!
Exit.
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ACT IV. Scene I.
The rebel camp near Shrewsbury.
Enter Harry Hotspur, Worcester, and Douglas.
Hot. Well said, my noble Scot. If speaking truth
In this fine age were not thought flattery,
Such attribution should the Douglas have
As not a soldier of this season's stamp
Should go so general current through the world.
By God, I cannot flatter, I defy
The tongues of soothers! but a braver place
In my heart's love hath no man than yourself.
Nay, task me to my word; approve me, lord.
Doug. Thou art the king of honour.
No man so potent breathes upon the ground
But I will beard him.
Enter one with letters.
Hot. Do so, and 'tis well. -
What letters hast thou there? - I can but thank you.
Messenger. These letters come from your father.
Hot. Letters from him? Why comes he not himself?
O, I could wish this tavern were my drum!
Exit.
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ACT IV. Scene I.
The rebel camp near Shrewsbury.
Enter Harry Hotspur, Worcester, and Douglas.
Hot. Well said, my noble Scot. If speaking truth
In this fine age were not thought flattery,
Such attribution should the Douglas have
As not a soldier of this season's stamp
Should go so general current through the world.
By God, I cannot flatter, I defy
The tongues of soothers! but a braver place
In my heart's love hath no man than yourself.
Nay, task me to my word; approve me, lord.
Doug. Thou art the king of honour.
No man so potent breathes upon the ground
But I will beard him.
Enter one with letters.
Hot. Do so, and 'tis well. -
What letters hast thou there? - I can but thank you.
Messenger. These letters come from your father.
Hot. Letters from him? Why comes he not himself?
