But _I_ will not beg." "Thou'lt not beg!" exclaimed Hugo, eyeing the King with surprise.
"Prithee, since when hast thou reformed ?" "What dost thou mean ?" "Mean?
Hast thou not begged the streets of London all thy life ?" "I?
Thou idiot!" "Spare thy compliments--thy stock will last the longer.

Thy father says thou hast begged all thy days.

Mayhap he lied.

Peradventure you will even make so bold as to SAY he lied," scoffed Hugo.
"Him YOU call my father?
Yes, he lied." "Come, play not thy merry game of madman so far, mate; use it for thy amusement, not thy hurt.

An' I tell him this, he will scorch thee finely for it." "Save thyself the trouble.