1113947Kent. Strike you
slaue,
stand rogue,
stand you neate
slaue,
1116949Stew. Helpe, ho, murther, helpe.
1117950Enter Edmund with his Rapier drawne, Glocester, the
1118952Bast. How now, what's the matter?
1119953Ken. With you goodman boy, and you plea
se come, ile
slea
sh 1121955Glost. Weapons, armes, what's the matter here?
1122956Duke. Keepe peace vpon your liues, he dies that
strikes againe,
1124958Reg. The me
ssengers from our
sister, and the King.
1125959Duke. What's your di
fference,
speake?
1126960Stew. I am
scar
se in breath my Lord.
1127961Kent. No maruaile you haue
so be
stir'd your valour, you co
- 1128962wardly ra
scall, nature di
sclaimes 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
1134967Glost. Speake yet, how grew your quarrell?
1135968Stew. This ancient ru
ffian
sir, who
se life I haue
spar'd at
sute
1137970Kent. Thou whore
son Zed, thou vnnece
ssary 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
1141974Duke. Peace
sir, you bea
stly knaue you haue no reuerence.
1143975Kent. Yes
sir, but anger has a priuiledge.
1145977Kent. That
such a
slaue as this
should weare a
sword,
1146978That weares no hone
sty,
such
smiling rogues as the
se,
1147979Like Rats oft bite tho
se cordes in twaine,
1148980Which are to intrench, to inloo
se
smooth euery pa
ssion
1149981That in the natures of their Lords rebell,
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