Quick, I say--here, somebody kick that one-eyed dawdler! What the plague?
Haven't there been kings enough in England these last fifty years that you waste a good afternoon on the look-out for the newest ?" "You'll be careful of my arch, Captain ?" the landlord hazarded nervously.

"His Majesty'll be coming along presently--" "I'll be careful of my bees.

D'ye want me to leave them there till he passes, and maybe to lose the half of my swarm down the nape of his royal neck?
I can't help their wearing the orange: they were born o' that colour, which is more than you can say, landlord, or any man Jack here present.

But I can prevent their swarming and buzzing in his Majesty's path like any crowd of turncoats.

Ah, here comes Tristram with the ladder! Set it here, my boy.