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Pericles. Rise, prithee, rise,
Sit down, sit down, thou art no flatterer:
I thank thee for it; and high heaven forbid
That kings should let their ears hear their faults hid!
Troilus. Patience herself, what goddess e'er she be, Doth lesser blanch at sufferance, than I do.
Hunter. This way, my lord; for this way lies the game. King Edward. Nay, this way, man; see where the huntsmen stand.