The Historie of King Lear.
¶Kent. With you goodman boy, and you plea
se come,
1120ile
fleash you, come on yong maister.
¶Glost. Weapons, armes, whats the matter here?
¶Duke. Keepe peace vpon your liues, hee dies that
¶strikes a-
gaine, what's the matter?
¶Reg. The me
ssengers from our
si
ster, and the King.
1125Duke. Whats your difference,
speake?
¶Stew. I am
scar
se in breath my Lord.
¶Kent. No maruaile you haue
so be
stir'd your valour,
¶you
cowardly ra
scall, nature di
sclaimes in thee, a Tayler
¶made thee.
1130Duke. Thou art a
strange fellow, a Taylor make a man.
¶Kent. I, a Tayler
sir; a Stone-cutter, or a Painter could
¶not
haue made him
so ill, though hee had beene but two
¶houres at
the trade.
¶Glost. Speake yet, how grew your quarrell?
1135Stew. This ancient ruffen
sir, who
se life I haue
¶spar'd at
sute
of his gray-beard.
¶Kent. Thou whor
son Zedd, thou vnnece
ssarie letter,
¶my
Lord if you'l giue mee leaue, I will tread this vn
¶boulted villaine
into morter, and daube the walles of a
1140iaques with him,
spare
my gray beard you wagtayle.
¶Duke. Peace
sir, you
¶bea
stly Knaue you haue no reuerence.
¶Kent. Yes
sir, but anger has a priuiledge.
¶Duke. Why art thou angry?
1145Kent. That
such a
slaue as this
should weare a
sword,
¶That weares no hone
sty,
such
smiling roges as the
se,
¶Like Rats oft bite tho
se cordes in twaine,
¶Which are to intrench, to inloo
se
smooth euery pa
ssion
¶That in the natures of their Lords rebell,
1150Bring oyle to
stir,
snow to their colder-moods,
¶Reneag, affirme, and turne their halcion beakes
¶With euery gale and varie of their mai
sters,
¶Knowing nought like dayes but following,
¶a plague vpon your
Vi
sage,
1155smoyle you my
speeches, as I were a foole?
¶Goo
se and I had you vpon Sarum plaine,
¶Id'e
send you cackling home to Camulet.,
¶Duke. What art thou mad old fellow?
¶Glost. How fell you out,
say that?
