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Enter Edmund with his rapier drawne, Glocester, the Duke
and Dutchese. Baft. How now, what's the matter ?
Ken. With you goodman boy, and you please come, ile Pleask you: come on yong master.
Gloft. Weapons, armes, what's the matter here?
Duke. Keepe peace vpon your lives, he dies that strikes againe, what's the matter?
Reg. The messengers from our sister, and the king.
lord. Kent. No maruaile you haue so bestir'd your valour, you cowardly rascall, nature disclaimes in thee, a taylor made thee.
Duke. Thou art a strange fellow, a taylour make a man.
Kent. I, a taylour sir, a stone-cutter, or a painter could not haue made him fo ill, though he had bene but two houres at the trade.
Glost. Speake yet, how grew your quarrell ?
Stew. This ancient ruffian sir, whose life I haue spar'd at fute of his gray-beard.
Kent. Thou whoreson zed, thou vnnecessary letter, my Jord if you will giue me leaue, I will tread this vnboulted villaine into morter, and daube the wals of a iaques with him; spare my gray-beard you wagtaile ?
Duke. Peace sir, you beastly knaue you haue no reuerence.
Kent. That such a Naue as this should weare a sword,
Bring oile to stir, snow to their colder moods,
Duke. What, art thou mad olde fellow ?
Kent. No contraries hold more antipathy,
Duke. Why dost thou call him knaue, what's his offence?
Kent. Sir, 'tis my occupation to be plaine,
Kent. Sir in good footh, or in fincere verity,
Kent. To go out of my dialogue which you discommend so much ; I know fir, I am no flatterer, he that beguild you in a plain accent, was a plaine knaue, which for my part I wil not be, thogh I should win your displeasure to entreate me to it.
Duke. What's the offence you gaue him?
Stew. I neuer gaue him any, it pleafd the king his master Very late to strike at me vpón his misconstruction, When he coniunct and flattering his displeasure Tript me behinde, being downe, insulted, raild, And put vpon him such a deale of man, that That worthied him, got praises of the king, For him attempting who was selfe subdued, And in the flechuent of this dread exploit, Drew on me heere againe.
Kent. None of these roges and cowards but A'iax is their Duke. Bring foorth the stockes ho?
(foole. You stubborne miscreant knaue, you vnreuerent bragart, Wee'l teach you.
Kent. I am too olde to learne, call not your stockes for me, I serue the king, on whose imploiments I was sent to you, You should do small respect, shew too bold malice Against the grace and person of my master, Stopping his messenger.
Duke. Fetch foorth the stockes; as I haue life and honour, There shall he fir till noone.
Reg. Till noone, till night my lord, and all night too.
Kent. Why madam, if I were your fathers dog, you could not vse me fo.
Reg. Sir, being his knaue, I will.
Duke. This is a fellow of the fame nature,
Glost. Let me beseech your grace not to do so,
Duke. Ile answer that.
Reg. My sister may receive it much more worse,
Kent. Pray you do not sir, I haue watcht and trauaild hard, Some time I shall neepe out, the rest Ile whistle, A good mans fortune may grow out at heeles, Giue you good morrow, Glost. The duke's too blame in this, twill be ill tooke.
Exit. Kent. Good king, that must approve the common law, That out of heavens benediction comeft To the warme funne. Approach thou beacon to this vnder globe, That by thy comfortable beames I may Peruse this letter, nothing almost sees my wracke But misery, I know tis from Cordelia, Who hath most fortunately bene informed Of my obscured course, and shall finde time From this enormious state, seeking to giue Losses their remedies, all weary and ouer-watcht, Take vantage heauy eies not to behold
This shamefull lodging ; fortune goodnight,
Enter King, and a Knight. Lear. Tis strange that they should so depart from hence, And not send backe my messenger.
Knight. As I learn'd, the night before there was
Kent. Haile to thee noble master.