1150982Bring oile to stir, snow to their colder moods,

1151983Reneag, affirme, and turne their halcion beakes

1152984With euery gale and vary of their masters,

1153985Knowing nought like daies but following,

1154986A plague vpon your Epilipticke visage,

1155987Smoile you my speeches, as I were a foole?

1156988Goose, if I had you vpon Sarum Plaine,

1157989Ide send you cackling home to Camulet.

1158990Duke. What art thou mad olde fellow?

1159991Glost. How fell you out, say that?

1160992Kent. No contraries hold more antipathy,

1161993Then I and such a knaue.

1162994Duke. Why dost thou call him knaue, what's his offence?

1164995Kent. His countenance likes me not.

1165996Duke. No more perchance doth mine, or his, or hers.

1166997Kent. Sir, tis my occupation to be plaine,

1167998I haue seene better faces in my time,

1168999Than stands on any shoulder that I see

11691000Before me at this instant.

11701001Duke. This is a fellow, who hauing beene praisd

11711002For bluntnesse, doth affect a saucie ruffines,

11721003And constraines the garb quite from his nature,

11731004He cannot flatter he, he must be plaine,

11741005He must speake truth, and they will take it so,

11751006If not hee's plaine, these kinde of knaues I know,

11761007Which in this plainnesse harbour more craft,

11771008And more corrupter ends, then twenty silly ducking,

11781009Obseruants, that stretch their duties nicely.

11801010Kent. Sir in good sooth, or in sincere verity,

11811011Vnder the allowance of your grand aspect.

11821012Whose influence like the wreath of radient fire

11831013In flitkering Phoebus front.

11841014Duke. What meanst thou by this?

11851015Kent. To go out of my dialogue which you discommend so

11861016much; I know sir, I am no flatterer, he that beguild you in a plain

11871017accent, was a plaine knaue, which for my part I wil not be, thogh

11881018I should win your displeasure to entreate me to it.