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Be feard of doing harm: make your own purpose,
1 shall serve you, fir,
For him I thank your grace. Corn. You know not why we came to visit
you, Reg. Thus out of season ; threading dark-ey'd night. Occasions, noble Glofter, of some poize, Wherein we must have use of your advice :Our father he hath writ, so hath our fifter, Of differences, which I best thought it fit To answer from our home; the several messengers From hence attend despatch. Our good old friend, Lay comforts to your bosom; and bestow Your needful counsel to our business, Which craves the instant use. Glo.
I serve you, madam : Your graces are right welcome.
Before GLOSTER's Castle.
Enter Kent and Steward, severally. Stew. Good dawning to thee, friend: Art of the house? Kent. Ay. Stew. Where may we set our horses ? Kent. I' the mire. Stew, Pr’ythee, if thou love me, tell me, Kent. I love thee not. Stew. Why, then I care not for thee.
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. A knaye; a rascal, an eater of broken meats; a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-fuited, hundredpound, filthy worsted-stocking knaye; a lily-liver'd, action-taking knave; a whorson, glass-gazing, superserviceable, finical rogue; one-trunk-inheriting Nave; one that would'st be a bawd, in way of good service, and art nothing but the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pandar, and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch: one whom I will beat into clamorous whining, if thou deny'st the least syllable 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-faced varlet art thou, to deny thou know'st me? Is it two days ago, since I tripp'd up thy heels, and beat thee, before the king? Draw, you rogue: for, though it be night, the moon Thines; I'll make a top o' the moonshine of you: Draw, you whorson cullionly barber-monger, draw. [drawing bis frord.
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 Thanks :-draw, you rascal
l; come your ways, Stew. Help, ho! murder! help!
Kent, Strike, you Nave; stand, rogue, stand ; you neat Nave, strike.
I beating bim. Stew, Help ho! murder! murder!
Énter EDMUND, CORNWALL, REGAN, GLOSTER, and
Kent. With you, goodman boy, if you please; come, I'll flesh you; come on, young master.
Glo. Weapons! arms! What's the matter liere ?
Corn. Keep peace, upon your lives;
Reg. The messengers from our sister and the king.
Kent. No marvel, you have so beftir'd your valour. 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 itone-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 ?
Stew. I his ancient ruffian, fir, whose life I have spar’d, At suit of his grey beard,—
Kent. Thou whorson 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, fir; but anger has a privilege.
Kent. That such a slave as this mould wear a sword,
That in the natures of their lords rebels ;
Corn. What, art thou mad, old fellow?
How fell you out ?
Kent. No contraries hold more antipathy, Than I and such a knave. Corn. Why dost thou call him knave? What's his of
fence ? Kent. His countenance likes m not. Corn. No more, perchance, does mine, or his, or hers.
Kent. Sir, 'tis my occupation to be plain ;
This is some fellow,
Kent. Sir, in good footh, in sincere verity, Under the allowance of your grand aspéct,
Whose influence, like the wreath of radiant fire
What mean'st by this ? Kent. To go out of my dialect, which you discommend so much. I know, fir, I am no flatterer : he that be. guiled you, in a plain accent, was a plain knave; which, for my part, I will not be, though I should win your displeasure to entreat me to it.
Corn. What was the offence you gave him ?
Kent. None of these rogues, and cowards,
Fetch forth the stocks, ho!
Sir, I am too old to learn ;
Fetch forth the stocks :-