We see yonder the beginning of the day
We see yonder the beginning of the day, but
I think we shall never see the end of it.—Who goes there?
Under what captain serve you?
Under Sir Thomas Erpingham.
A good old commander and a most kind
gentleman. I pray you, what thinks he of our estate?
Even as men wracked upon a sand, that
look to be washed off the next tide.
He hath not told his thought to the King?
I think the King is but a man as I am.
The violet smells to him as it doth to me.
The element shows to him as it doth to me.
All his senses have but human conditions.
No. Nor it is not meet he should, for,
though I speak it to you, I think the King is but a
man as I am. The violet smells to him as it doth to
me. The element shows to him as it doth to me. All
his senses have but human conditions. His ceremonies
laid by, in his nakedness he appears but a man,
and though his affections are higher mounted than
ours, yet when they stoop, they stoop with the like
wing. Therefore, when he sees reason of fears as we
do, his fears, out of doubt, be of the same relish as
ours are. Yet, in reason, no man should possess him
with any appearance of fear, lest he, by showing it,
should dishearten his army.
He may show what outward courage he will,
but I believe, as cold a night as ’tis, he could wish
himself in Thames up to the neck; and so I would
he were, and I by him, at all adventures, so we were