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Wherein we must have use of your advice.
I serve you,
madam : Your graces are right welcome.
Before Gloster's castle.
Kent. If I had thee in Lipsbury pinfold, I would make thee care for me.
Stew. Why dost thou use me thus ? I know thee not.
Kent. Fellow, I know thee.
meats ; a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited, hundred-pound, filthy worsted-stocking knave ; a lily-livered, action-taking knave; a whoreson, glass-gazing, superserviceable, finical rogue; onetrunk-inheriting slave; one that wouldst be a bawd, in way of good service, and art nothing but the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pander, and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch; one whom I will beat into clamorous whining, if thou deniest the least syllable of thy addition.1
Stew. Why, what a monstrous fellow art thou, thus to rail on one, that is neither known of thee, nor knows thee!
Kent. What a brazen-faced varlet art thou to deny thou knowest me! Is it two days ago, since I tripped up thy heels and beat thee before the king ? Draw, you rogue; for, though it be night, the moon shines : I'll make a sop o’the moonshine of you. Draw, you whoreson cullionly barber-monger; draw.
[drawing his sword. Stew. Away; I have nothing to do with thee.
Kent. Draw, you rascal : you come with letters against the king; and take vanity the puppet's part, against the royalty of her father. Draw, you rogue, or I'll so carbonado your shanks :-draw, you rascal; come your ways.
Stew. Help, ho! murder! help.
1 Titles. ? A character in the old moralities.
Kent. Strike, you slave! stand, rogue, stand! you neat slave, strike!
[beating him. Stew. Help, ho! murder! murder !
Enter EDMUND, CORNWALL, REGAN, GLOSTER, and
Edm. How now? What's the matter? Part.
Kent. With you, goodman boy, if you please ; come, I 'll flesh you: come on, young master. Glos. Weapons! arms ! What's the matter
here? Corn. Keep peace, upon your
lives; He dies, that strikes again. What is the matter ?
Re. The messengers from our sister and the king.
Kent. No marvel, you have so bestirred your valor. You cowardly rascal, Nature disclaims in thee; a tailor made thee.
Corn. Thou art a strange fellow: a tailor make a man ?
Kent. Ay, a tailor, sir : a stone-cutter or a painter could not have made him so ill, though they had been but two hours at the trade.
Corn. Speak yet, how grew your quarrel ?
Kent. Thou whoreson zed! thou unnecessary letter !—My lord, if you will give me leave, I will tread this unbolted 1 villain into mortar, and daub the wall of a jakes with him.-Spare my gray beard, you wagtail ?
Corn. Peace, sirrah !
Kent. Yes, sir ; but anger has a privilege.
sword, Who wears no honesty. Such smiling rogues as
these, Like rats, oft bite the holy cords atwain, Which are too intrinse ? t unloose; smoothe every
of their masters, 4
Corn. What, art thou mad, old fellow ?
How fell you out ? Say that.
every gale and
1 Unrefined, unsifted. 2 Perplexed.
3 Deny. 4 The halcyon, or king-fisher, when dried, and hung up by a thread, was formerly supposed to turn his bill to the point whence the wind blew.
Kent. No contraries hold more antipathy Than I and such a knave. Corn. Why dost thou call him knave? What's
his offence ? Kent. His countenance likes me not. Corn. No more, perchance, does mine, or his, or
This is some fellow,
Harbor more craft, and more corrupter ends,
Kent. Şir, in good sooth, in sincere verity,
What mean'st by this ? Kent. To go out of my dialect, which you discommend so much. I know, sir, I am no flatterer : he that beguiled you in a plain accent was a plain