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Stew. Why, what a monstrous fellow art thou, thus to rail on one, that is neither known of thee, nor knows thee?
Kent. What a brazen-faced varlet art thou, to deny thou knowest me? Is it two days ago, since I tripped up thy heels, and beat thee, before the king ? Draw, you rogue: for, though it be night, the moon 'shines; I'll make a sop o'the moonshine of you: Draw, you whorson cullionly barber-monger, draw.
[Drawing his Sword. Stew. Away; I have nothing to do with thee.
Kent. Draw, you rascal: you coine with letters against the king; and lake vanity the puppet's part, against the royalty of her father: Draw, you rogue, or l'il so carbonado your shanks :-draw, you rascal; come your ways.
Stew. Help, ho! murder! help!
Kent. Strike, you slave; stand, rogue, stand; you neat slave, strike.
[Beating him. Stew. Help, ho! murder! murder!
Enter EDMUND, Cornwall, Regan, Gloster, and
Kent. With you, goodınan boy, if you please; come,
Corn. Keep peace, upon your lives;
Reg. The messengers from our sister and the king.
Stew. I am scarce in breath, my lord.
Kent. No marvel, you have so bestirred your valour. You cowardly rascal, nature disclaims in thee; a tailor inade 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 ?
Stew. This ancient ruffian, sir, whose life I have spar'd, At suit of his grey beard,
Kent. Thou whorson zed! thou unnecessary letter! My lord, if you will give me leave, I will tread this unbolted villain into mortar, and daub the wall of a jakes with him.-Spare my grey beard, you wagtail ?
Corn. Peace, sirrah!
Kent. Yes, sir; but anger has a privilege.
Kent. That such a slave as this should wear a sword,
Corn. What, art thou mad, old fellow?
Glo. How fell you out ? Say that.
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.
Kent. Sir, 'tis my occupation to be plain;
Corn. This is some fellow,
Kent. Sir, in good sooth, in sincere verity, Under the allowance of your grand aspect, Whose influence, like the wreath of radiant fire On fickering Phæbus' front,
Corn. 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 ?
Stew. Never any :
Kent. None of these rogues, and cowards,
Corn. Fetch forth the stocks, ho!
Kent. Sir, I am too old to learn :
Corn. Fetch forth the stocks:
Rey. Till noon! tılı night, iny lord; and all night too.
Kent. Wiy, madam, if I were your father's dog,
[Stocks brought ont. Corn. This is a fellow of the self-same colour Our sister speaks of:-Come, bring away the stocks.
Glo. Let me beseech your grace not to do so:
Corn. I'll answer that.
Reg. My sister may receive it much more worse,
[Kent is put in the Stocks.: Come, my good lord ; away.
[Exeunt Regan and CORNWALL. Glo. I am sorry for thee, friend ; 'tis the duke's plea