The Historie of King Lear.
¶Glost. I
serue you Madam,
¶your Graces are right welcome.
¶Steward. Good euen to thee friend, art of the hou
se
?
¶Kent. I.
Stew. ¶Where may we
set our hor
ses?
¶Kent. It'h mire.
Stew. 1080Prethee if thou loue me, tell me.
¶Kent. I loue thee not.
Stew. ¶Why then I care not for thee.
¶ Kent. If I had thee in Lip
sburie pinfold, I would make
¶thee
care for mee.
1085Stew. Why do
st thou v
se me thus? I know thee not.
¶Kent. Fellow I know thee.
¶Stew, What do
st thou know me for?
¶Kent. A knaue, a ra
scall, an eater of broken meates, a
¶ba
se,
proud,
shallow, beggerly, three
shewted hundred
1090pound, filthy
wor
sted-
stocken knaue, a lilly lyuer'd
¶action taking knaue, a
whor
son gla
ssegazing
super
¶finicall rogue, one truncke inher{i-}
ting
slaue, one that
¶would'
st bee a baud in way of good
seruice,
and art no
¶thing but the compo
sition of a knaue, begger, cow-
ard,
1095pander, and the
sonne and heire of a mungrell bitch,
¶whom
I will beat into clamorous whyning, if thou
¶denie the lea
st
silla-
ble of the addition.
¶Stew. What a mon
strous fellow art thou, thus
¶to raile on one,
that's neither
1100knowne of thee, nor knowes thee.
¶Kent. What a brazen fac't varlet art thou, to deny
¶thou
knowest mee, is it two dayes agoe since I beat thee, and tript vp
thy
¶heeles before the King? draw you rogue,
¶for though it be
night the Moone
shines, ile make a
1105sop of the moone-
shine a'you,
draw you whor
son cullyonly
¶barber-munger, draw
?¶Stew. Away, I haue nothing to doe with thee.
¶Kent. Draw you ra
scall, you bring letters a
¶gain
st the King,
and take Vanitie the puppets part,
1110again
st the royaltie of her
father, draw you rogue
¶or ile
so carbonado your
shankes, draw
you ra
scall, come
¶your wayes.
¶Stew. Helpe, ho, murther, helpe.
¶Kent. Strike you
slaue,
stand rogue,
stand you neate
1115slaue,
Stew. Helpe, ho, murther, helpe.
¶Enter Edmund with his rapier drawne, Gloster the Duke
¶Bast. How now, whats the matter
?
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