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name as Sir John Chandos that the prince is always with—the wise man that knows us all as well as your honour, only ain't so good-natured.
Dagworth.
I thank you, Peter, for your imformation, but not for your compliment, which is not true: there's as much difference between him and me as between glittering sand and fruitful mould; or shining glass and a wrought diamond, set in rich gold, and fitted to the finger of an Emperor; such is that worthy Chandos.
I thank you, Peter, for your imformation, but not for your compliment, which is not true: there's as much difference between him and me as between glittering sand and fruitful mould; or shining glass and a wrought diamond, set in rich gold, and fitted to the finger of an Emperor; such is that worthy Chandos.
Peter.
I know your honour does not think anything of yourself, but everybody else does.
I know your honour does not think anything of yourself, but everybody else does.
Dagworth.
Go, Peter, get you gone; flattery is delicious, even from the lips of a babbler.
[Exit Peter.
Go, Peter, get you gone; flattery is delicious, even from the lips of a babbler.
[Exit Peter.
William.
I never flatter your honour.
I never flatter your honour.
Dagworth.
I don't know that.
I don't know that.
