<SPEECH 1><ACT 3><SCENE 1><44%>
<SERVANT 3>	<44%>
	My lord, we know your Grace to be a man
	Just and upright, and, for your royal birth,
	Inferior to none but to his majesty;
	And ere that we will suffer such a prince,
	So kind a father of the commonweal,
	To be disgraced by an inkhorn mate,
	We and our wives and children all will fight,
	And have our bodies slaught'red by thy foes.
</SERVANT 3>

<SPEECH 2><ACT 3><SCENE 1><46%>
<SERVANT 3>	<46%>
	And I will see what physic the tavern affords.
</SERVANT 3>

