The Historie of King Lear.
¶Duke. Bring forth the
stockes ho?
¶You
stubburne mi
screant knaue, you reuerent bragart,
¶Kent. I am too old to learne,
¶call not your
stockes for me,
I
serue the King,
¶on who
se imployments I was
sent to you,
¶You
should doe
small re
spect,
shew too bold malice
1210Again
st the Grace and per
son of my mai
ster,
¶Duke. Fetch forth the
stockes
? ¶as I haue life and honour,
There
shall he
sit
¶till noone.
Reg. Till noone, till night my Lord, and all night too.
1215Kent. Why Madam, if I were your fathers dogge,
¶you could
not vse me so.
¶Reg. Sir being his knaue, I will.
¶Duke. This is a fellow of the
selfe
same nature,
¶Our
si
ster
speake of, come bring away the
stockes
?
1220Glost. Let me be
seech your Grace not to doe
so,
¶His fault is much, and the good King his mai
ster
1221.1VVill check him for't, your purpo
st low correction
¶Is
such, as ba
se
st and temne
st wretches for pilfrings
¶And mo
st common tre
spa
sses are puni
sht with,
The King mu
st take it ill,
¶that hee's
so
slightly valued
In his me
ssenger,
¶should haue him thus re
strained.
1225Reg. My
si
ster may receiue it much more wor
se,
¶To haue her Gentlemen abus'd, a
ssalted
1226.1For following her affaires, put in his legges,
¶Glost. I am
sory for thee friend, tis the Dukes plea
sure,
¶VVho
se di
spo
sition all the world well knowes
1230VVill not be rubd nor
stopt, ile intreat for thee.
¶Kent. Pray you doe not
sir, I haue watcht and trauaild
¶Sometime I
shal
sleepe ont, the re
st ile whi
stle,
¶A good mans fortune may grow out at heeles,
1235Glost. The Dukes to blame in this,
¶twill be ill tooke.
¶Kent. Good King that mu
st approue the cõmon
saw,
¶Thou out of heauens benediction come
st