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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.
Dagworth.
Go, Peter, get you gone; flattery is delicious,
even from the lips of a babbler.
[Exit Peter.
William.
I never flatter your honour.
Dagworth.
I don't know that.
William.
Why you know, sir, when we were in England,
at the tournament at Windsor, and the Earl of
Warwick was tumbled over, you asked me if he
did not look well when he fell? and I said no, he
looked very foolish; and you was very angry with
me for not flattering you.
