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dred-pound, filthy worsted-stocking knave; a lillyliver'd, a&ion-taking, knave; a whoreson, glass-gazing, super-serviceable, finical rogue; one-trunk-inheriting slave; one that would'st be a bawd in good service; and art nothing but the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pander, and the son and heir of a mungril bitch; one whom I will beat into clamr’ous whining, if thou deny’ft the leaft fyllable of thy addition.
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-fac'd varlet art thou, to deny thou know'st me? is it two days ago, since I tript up thy heels, and beat thee before the King ? draw, you rogue; for tho? it be night, yet the moon shines; I'll make a fop o'th' moonshine of you ; you whorefon, 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 fhanks---draw, you rascal, come your ways.
Slew. Help, ho! murder! help!
Kent. Strike, you slave; ftand, rogue, ftand, you neat slave, strike.
[Beating him. Stew. Help ho! murder! murder!
Edm. Ho Kent. With you, goodman boy, if you.
S CE N E VI.
Glo. Weapons? arms? what's the matter here?
Corn. Keep peace, upon your lives; he dies, that strikes again ; what's the matter?
Reg. The messengers from our sister and the King?
Kent. No marvel, you have so bestir'd your valour; you cowardly rascal! nature disclaims all share in thee: a tailor made thee.
Corn. Thou art a strange fellow; a tailor make a man?
Kent. I, a tailor, Sir; a stone-cutter, or a painter could not have made him so ill, tho' they had been but two hours o'th' trade,
Corn. Speak yet, how grew your quarrel?
Stew. This ancient ruffian, Sir, whole life I have spar'd at suit of his grey beard
Kent. Thou whoreson zed! thou unnecessary letter! my lord, if you will give me leave, I will tread this unbolted villain into mortar, and daub the wall of a jakes with him. Spare my grey beard ? you wagtail !
Corn. Peace, Sirrah!
Kent. Yes, Sir, but anger hath a privilege.
Keni. That such a slave as this shou'd wear a sword.
* Like rats, oft bite the holy cords in twain] By these holy Cords the Poet means the natural Union between Parents and Children. The Metaphor is taken from the Cords of the Sanétuary; and the Fomenters of Family Differences are compared to these sacrilegious Rats.
With ev'ry Gale and Vary of their masters ;
Corn. What art thou mad, old fellow!
Kent. No contraries hold more antipathy,
Corn. Why dost thou call him knave? what is his fault?
Kent. His countenance likes me not.
Corn. This is some fellow,
Kent. Sir, in good faith, in fincere verity,
Corn. What mean'st by this?
-Camelot.] Was the place where the Romances say, King Arthur kept his Court in the West:
mend so much: I know, Sir, I am no flatterer; he,
Corn. What was th' offence you gave him ?
put upon him such a deal of man, that
Kent. None of these rogues and cowards,
Corn. Fetch forth the Stocks.
Corn. Fetch forth the Stocks ;
Reg. 'Till noon!' till night, my lord, and all night
Kent. Why, Madam, if I were your father's dog,
Stocks brought out.
Grace not io do so; His fault is much, and the good King his master
Will check him for’t; your purpos'd low corredion
Corn. I'll answer that.
Reg. My Sister may receive it much more worse, To have her Gentleman abus'd, assaulted, For following her affairs.
Put in his legs
[Kent is put in the Stockso Come, my lord, away.
[Exeunt Regan and Cornwall.
S CE N E G 'M sorry for thee, friend; 'tis the Duke's
pleasure, Whose disposition, all the world well knows, Will not be rubb'd nor stop'd. I'll intreat for theé.
Kent. Pray, do not, Sir. I've watch'd and travell’d.
Some time I shall sleep out, the rest I'll whistle :
[Exit. Kent. Good King, that must approve the common:
Looking up to the moon.