1119937Kent. With you goodman boy, and you plea
se come,
1120ile
938flea
sh you, come on yong mai
ster.
1121939Glost. Weapons, armes, whats the matter here?
1122940Duke. Keepe peace vpon your liues, hee dies that
1123strikes a
- 941gaine, what's the matter?
1124942Reg. The me
ssengers from our
sister, and the King.
1125943Duke. Whats your di
fference,
speake?
1126944Stew. I am
scar
se in breath my Lord.
1127945Kent. No maruaile you haue
so be
stir'd your valour,
1128you
946cowardly ra
scall, nature di
sclaimes in thee, a Tayler
1129made thee.
1130947Duke. Thou art a
strange fellow, a Taylor make a man.
1131948Kent. I, a Tayler
sir; a Stone-cutter, or a Painter could
1132not
949haue made him
so ill, though hee had beene but two
1133houres at
1134951Glost. Speake yet,
how grew your quarrell?
1135952Stew. This ancient ru
ffen
sir, who
se life I haue
1136spar'd at
sute
1137954Kent. Thou whor
son Zedd, thou vnnece
ssarie letter,
1138my
955Lord if you'l giue mee leaue, I will tread this vn
1139boulted villaine
956into morter, and daube the walles of a
1140iaques with him,
spare
957my gray beard you wagtayle.
1141958Duke. Peace
sir, you
1142bea
stly Knaue you haue no reuerence.
1143959Kent. Yes
sir, but anger has a priuiledge.
1145961Kent. That
such a
slaue as this
should weare a
sword,
1146962That weares no hone
sty,
such
smiling roges as the
se,
1147963Like Rats oft bite tho
se cordes in twaine,
1148964Which are to intrench,
to inloo
se
smooth euery pa
ssion
1149965That in the natures of their Lords rebell,
1150966Bring oyle to
stir,
snow to their colder-moods,
1151967Reneag,
a
ffirme,
and turne their halcion beakes
1152968With euery gale and varie of their mai
sters,
1153969Knowing nought like dayes but following,
1154a plague vpon your
(epeliptick 970Vi
sage,
1155smoyle you my
speeches,
as I were a foole?
1156971Goo
se and I had you vpon Sarum plaine,
1157972Id'e
send you cackling home to Camulet.,
1158973Duke. What art thou mad old fellow?
1159974Glost. How fell you out,
say that?
Kent.