1113947Kent. Strike you slaue, stand rogue, stand you neate slaue,

1115948strike.

1116949Stew. Helpe, ho, murther, helpe.

1118952Bast. How now, what's the matter?

1119953Ken. With you goodman boy, and you please come, ile sleash

1120954you, come on yong master.

1121955Glost. Weapons, armes, what's the matter here?

1122956Duke. Keepe peace vpon your liues, he dies that strikes againe,

1123957what's the matter?

1124958Reg. The messengers from our sister, and the King.

1125959Duke. What's your difference, speake?

1126960Stew. I am scarse in breath my Lord.

1127961Kent. No maruaile you haue so bestir'd your valour, you co-

1128962wardly rascall, nature disclaimes in thee, a Taylor made thee.

1130963Duke. Thou art a strange fellow, a Taylour make a man.

1131964Kent. I, a taylour sir, a Stone-cutter, or a Painter could not

1133965haue made him so ill, though he had bene but two houres at the

966trade.

1134967Glost. Speake yet, how grew your quarrell?

1135968Stew. This ancient ruffian sir, whose life I haue spar'd at sute

1136969of his gray-beard.

1137970Kent. Thou whoreson Zed, thou vnnecessary letter, my Lord

1138971if you will giue me leaue, I will tread this vnboulted villaine in-

1139972to morter, and daube the wals of a Iaques with him; spare my

1140973gray-beard you wagtaile?

1141974Duke. Peace sir, you beastly knaue you haue no reuerence.

1143975Kent. Yes sir, but anger has a priuiledge.

1144976Duke. Why are thou angry?

1145977Kent. That such a slaue as this should weare a sword,

1146978That weares no honesty, such smiling rogues as these,

1147979Like Rats oft bite those cordes in twaine,

1148980Which are to intrench, to inloose smooth euery passion

1149981That in the natures of their Lords rebell,