shot out of an elder-gun, that a poor and a
private displeasure can do against a monarch.
You may as well go about to turn the sun to
ice with fanning in his face with a peacock's
feather. You'll never trust his word after!
come, 'tis a foolish saying. 218
K. Hen. Your reproof is something too round;
I should be angry with you if the time were con-
venient. 221
Will. Let it be a quarrel between us, if you
live.
K. Hen. I embrace it. 224
Will. How shall I know thee again?
K. Hen. Give me any gage of thine, and I
will wear it in my bonnet: then, if ever thou
darest acknowledge it, I will make it my quarrel.
Will. Here's my glove: give me another of
thine. 230
K. Hen. There.
Will. This will I also wear in my cap: if ever
thou come to me and say after to-morrow, 'This
is my glove,' by this hand I will take thee a box
on the ear.
K. Hen. If ever I live to see it, I will challenge
it. 237
Will. Thou darest as well be hanged.
K. Hen. Well, I will do it, though I take thee
in the king's company. 240
Will. Keep thy word: fare thee well.
Bates. Be friends, you English fools, be
friends: we have French quarrels enow, if you
could tell how to reckon. 244
213 elder-gun: popgun
215 go about: attempt
219 round: plain-spoken
226 gage: pledge
