« AnteriorContinuar »
Kent. Strike, you slave! stand, rogue, stand! you neat slave, strike!
[beating him. Stew. Help, ho! murder! murder!
Enter EDMUND, CORNWALL, REGAN, GLOSTER, and
Servants. Edm. How now? What's the matter? Part.
Kent. With you, goodman boy, if you please ; come, I 'll flesh you : come on, young master. Glos. Weapons! arms! What's the matter
here? Corn. Keep peace, upon your lives; He dies, that strikes again. What is the matter?
Re. The messengers from our sister and the king.
Kent. No marvel, you have so bestirred your valor. You cowardly rascal, Nature disclaims in thee; a tailor made thee.
Corn. Thou art a strange fellow: a tailor make a man ?
Kent. Ay, a tailor, sir : a stone-cutter or a painter could not have made him so ill, though they had been but two hours at the trade.
Corn. Speak yet, how grew your quarrel ?
Kent. Thou whoreson zed! thou unnecessary letter !-My lord, if you will give me leave, I will
tread this unbolted 1 villain into mortar, and daub the wall of a jakes with him.-Spare my gray beard, you wagtail ?
Corn. Peace, sirrah !
Kent. Yes, sir; but anger has a privilege.
sword, Who wears no honesty. Such smiling rogues as
these, Like rats, oft bite the holy cords atwain, Which are too intrinse ? t unloose; smoothe every
Corn. What, art thou mad, old fellow?
How fell you out ? Say that.
1 Unrefined, unsifted. 2 Perplexed.
3 Deny. 4 The halcyon, or king-fisher, when dried, and hung up by a thread, was formerly supposed to turn his bill to the point whence the wind blew.
Kent. No contraries hold more antipathy Than I and such a knave. Corn. Why dost thou call him knave? What's
his offence ? Kent. His countenance likes me not. Corn. No more, perchance, does mine, or his, or
This is some fellow,
Harbor more craft, and more corrupter ends,
Kent. Șir, in good sooth, in sincere verity,
What mean'st by this? Kent. To go out of my dialect, which you discommend so much. I know, sir, I am no flatterer : he that beguiled you in a plain accent was a plain
knave; which, for my part, I will not be, though I should win your displeasure to entreat me to it.
Corn. What was the offence you gave him ?
I never gave him any.
None of these rogues and cowards, But Ajax is their fool.1 Corn.
Fetch forth the stocks, ho !
Sir, I am too old to learn :
of my master,
Fetch forth the stocks : As I've life and honor, there shall he sit till noon. Re. Till noon! till night, my lord; and all night
Ti. e. Ajax is a fool to them.
Kent. Why, madam, if I were your father's dog, You should not use me so. Re.
Sir, being his knave, I will.
[stocks brought out. Corn. This is a fellow of the self-same color Our sister speaks of.—Come, bring away the stocks.
Glos. Let me beseech your grace not to do so : His fault is much, and the good king his master Will check him for’t: your purposed low correction Is such, as basest and contemned'st wretches, For pilferings and most common trespasses, Are punish'd with. The king must take it ill, That he's so slightly valued in his messenger, Should have him thus restrain'd. Corn.
I'll answer that. Re. My sister may receive it much more worse, To have her gentleman abused, assaulted, For following her affairs.- Put in his legs.
[Kent is put in the stocks. Come, my good lord; away.
[Exeunt Regan and Cornwall. Glos. I am sorry for thee, friend; 'tis the duke's
pleasure, Whose disposition, all the world well knows, Will not be rubb’d nor stopp'd. I'll entreat for
thee. Kent. Pray, do not, sir: I have watch'd and