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Lay comforts to your bosom; and bestow
Your needful counsel to our business,
Which craves the instant use.

I serve you, madam: Your graces are right welcome. (Exeunt.

SCENE II. 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. l’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. Fellow, I know thee.
Stew. What dost thon know me for?

Kent. A knave; a rascal, an eater of broken meats; a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, threesuited, hundred-pound, filthy worsted-stocking knave; a lily-liver'd, action-taking knave; a whorson, glass-gazing, superserviceable, finical rogue; one-trunk-inberiting slave; one that would'st 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 tbou deny'st the least syllable of thy addition.

Stew. Wby, what a monstrous fellow art thon, thu3 to rail on one, that is neither known of tbee, nor knows thee?

Kent. What a brazen-faced varlet art tbon, to deny thou know'st me? Is it two days ago, since I trípp'd up thy heels, and beat thee, before the king ? Draw, you rogue: for though it be night, the moon shines; l'il make a sop o' the moonshine of you: Draw, you whorson 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 fatber: Draw, you rogue, or I'll so carbonado your shanks :-draw, you rascal : come your ways.

Stew. Help ho! murder! help!

Kent. Strike, you slave; stand, rogue, stand; you neat slave, strike.

[Beating him? Stew. Help, ho! murder! murder! Enter EDMUND, CORNWALL, REGAN, GLOSTER,

and Servants. 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.

Glo. Weapons! arms! What's the matter here? Corn. Keep peace, upon your lives; He dies, that strikes again: What is the matter?

Reg. The messengers from our sister and the king. Corn. What is your difference? speak. Stew. I am scarce in breath, my lord.

Kent. No marvel, you have so bestirr'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 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? Stew. This ancient ruffian, sir, whose life I

have spar'd, At suit of his gray beard,

Kent. Thou whorson zed ! thou unnecessary letter!—My lord, if you will give ine leave, ! will tread this unbolted villain into mortar, and daub the wall of a jakes with him.-Spare my gray beard, you wagtail?

Corn. Peace, sirrah !
You beastly knave, know you no reverence?

Kent. Yes, sir; but anger bas a privilege.
Corn. Why art thou angry?
Kent. That such a slave as this should wear a

(as these, Who wears no honesty. Such smiling rogues

Like rats, oft bite the holy cords atwain
Which are too intrinse t’unloose: smooth every

That in the natures of their lords rebels ;
Bring oil to fire, snow to their colder moods;
Renege, affirm, and turn their balcyon beaks
With every gale and vary of their masters,
As knowing nought, like dogs, but following.--
A plague upon your epileptick visage!
Smile you my speeches, as I were a fool ?
Goose, if I had you upon Sarum plain,
I'd drive ye cackling bome to Camelot.
Corn, What, art thou mad, old fellow?

How fell you out? Say that.

Kent. No contraries hold more antipathy, Than I and such a knave. Corn. Why dost thou call him knave? What's

bis offence ? Kent. His countenance likes me not. Corn. No more, perchance, does mine, or his,

or hers.
Kent. Sir, 'tis my occupation to be plain;
I have seen better faces in my time,
Than stands on any shoulder that I see
Before me at this instant.

This is some fellow, Who, having been prais'd for bluntness, doth

atfect A saucy roughness; and constrains the garb, Quite from his nature; He cannot flatter, he!An honest mind and plain, he must speak truth: An they will take it, so; if not, he's plain. These kind of knayes I know, wbich in this

plainness Harbour more craft, and more corrupter ends, Than twenty silly ducking, observants, That stretch their duties nicely.

Kent. Sir, in good sooth, in sincere verity, Under the allowance of your grand aspect, Whose influence, like the wreath of radiant fire On flickering Phæbus' front,Corn.

What mean'st by this? Kent. To go out of my dialect, which you discommend so much. I know, sir, I am no flatterer: be that beguiled you, in a plain accent,

Never any :

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?

Stew. It pleas'd the king his master, very late, To strike at me, upon bis misconstruction: When he, conjunct, and flattering his displea

Tripp'd me behind; being down, insulted, rail'd,
And put upon him such a deal of man,
That worthy'd him, got praises of the king
For him attempting who was self subdu'd;
And, in the fleshment of this dread exploit,
Drew on me here.

Kent. None of these rogues, and cow
But Ajax is their fool.

Fetch forth the stocks, ho! You stubborn ancient knave, you reverend

braggart, We'll teach youKent.

Sir, I am too old to learn :
Call not your stocks for me : I serve the king;
On whose employment I was sent to you:
You shall do small respect, show too bold ma-

Against the grace and person of my master,
Stocking his messenger.

Fetch forth the stocks: As I've life and honour, there shall he sit till

noon. Reg. Till noon! till night, my lord ; and all

night too. Kent, Why, madam, if I were your father's

dog, You should not use me so.

Sir, being his knave, I will,

[Stocks brought out. Corn. This is a fellow of the selfsame colour Our sister speaks of: -Come, bring away the

stocks. Glo. Let me beseech your grace not to do so: His fault is much, and the good king his master Will check him for't: your purpos'd low cor

rection Is such, as basest and contemned'st wretches,


For pilferings and most common trespasses,
Are ponish'd with: the king must take it ill,
That be,-so slightly valu'd in his messenger,
-Should have him thus restrain'd.

I'll answer that.
Reg. My sister may receive it much more

To have her gentleman abus'd, assaulted,
For following her affairs.-Put in his legs.-

[KENT is put in the Stocks. Come, my good lord ; away.

[Ereunt REGAN and CORNWALL. Glo. I am sorry for thee,friend; 'tis the duke's

pleasure, Whose disposition, all the world well knows, Will not be rubb’d, nor stopp’d; l'll entreat for

thee. Kent. 'Pray, do not, sir: I have watch'd, and

traveli'd bard; Some time I shall sleep out, the rest I'll whistle. A good man's fortune may grow out at heels : Give you good morrow! Glo. The duke's to blame in this; 'twill be ill taken.

[Erit. Kent. Good king, that must approve the com

mon saw! Thou ont of heaven's benediction com'st To the warm sun! Approach, thou beacon to this under globe, That by thy comfortable beams I may Peruse this letter!-Nothing almost sees mira

cles, But misery;-1 know 'uis from Cordelia; Who bath most fortunately been inform’d Of my obscured course; and shall find time From this enormous state,-seeking,-to give Losses their remedies :- All weary and o'er

watch’d, Take yantage, beavy eyes, not to behold This shameful lodging. Fortune, good night; smile once more; turn thy wheel!

[He sleeps.


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