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Kent. A knave, a rascal, an eater of broken meats, a base, proud, ihallow, beggarly, three-fuited, hundred-pound, filthy worsted-stocking knave; a lilly-liver’d, action-taking knave; a whorson, glafs-gazing, superserviceable finical rogue; one-trunk-inheriting flave; one that would't be a bawd in way of good service; and art nothing but the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pander, and the son and heir of a mungril bitch; one whom I will beat into clam'rous whining, if thou deny'st the least syllable of thy addition.
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-fac'd varlet art thou, to deny thou know'ft me ? is it two days ago, since I tript up thy heels, and beat thee before the king ? Draw, you rogue ; for tho' it be night, yet the moon shines ; I'll make a sop o' th’ moonshine of you ; you whorson, cullionly, barber-monger, draw. [Drawing his sword.
Stew. Away, I have nothing to do with thee.
Kent. Draw, you rascal; you come with letters against the King; and take Vanity, the Puppet's part, against the royalty of her father; draw, you rogue, or I'll fo carbonado your thanks-draw, you rascal, come: your ways.
Stew. Help, ho! murder! help !:
Kent. Strike, you slaye;. ftand, rogue, stand, you neat Nave, strike.
[Beating him. Stew. Help, ho! murder! murder ! Enter Edmund, Cornwall, Regan, Glo'fter, and Servants.
Edm. How now, what's the matter? Part
Kent. With you, goodman boy, if you please; come, I'll flesh ye; come on,, young master.
Glo. Weapons ? arms? what's the matter here?
Corn. Keep peace, upon your lives ;; he dies, that Arikes again ; what's the matter?
Reg. The meslengers from our sister and the King ?
Stery. I am scarce in breath, my lord.
; you cowardly rascal! nature disclaims all share in thee: a taylor made thee.
Corn. Thou art a strange fellow; a taylor make a man?
Kent. I, a taylor, Sir; a stone-cutter, or a painter could not have made him fo ill, tho' they had been but two hours o'th' trade.
Corn. Speak yet, how grew your quarrel ?
Stew. This ancient ruffian, Sir, whose life I have spar'd at suit of his
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 bath a privilege.
Kent. That such a flave as this should wear a sword, Who wears no honesty: such siniling rogues as these, Like rats, oft bite the holy cords in twain (15)
Too (15) Li'e rats, oft bite the holy cords atwaine, *Which are e' intrince, t’unlosse; ] Thus the first editors blunder'd this passage into unintelligible nonsense. Mr. Pope so far has disengag’d them, as to give us plain sense; but by throwing out the epithet boly, 'tis evident he was not aware of the poet's fine meaning. I'll first eftablish and prove the reading; then explain the allusion. Thus the poet gave it;
Like rats, oft bite the holy cords twain,
Too'intrinĞcate t' unloofeThis word again occurs in our author's Antony and Cleopatra, where ihe is speaking to the aspick;
Come, mortal wretch;
Of life at once untie.
Yet there are certain puntilio's, or (as I may more nakedly inns puate them) certain intrinsicate strokes and wards, to which your activity is not yet amounted ; &c. It means, inward, hidden; perplext; as a knot, hard to be unravel!!d; it is derived from the Latin adverb intrinsicus ; from which
Too 'intrinsicate t' unloofe : footh every passion,
Corn. What art thou mad, old fellow?
Kent. No contraries hold more antipathy,
Corn. Why dost thou call him knave? what is his fault?
Kent. Sir, 'tis my occupation to be plain;
Corn. This is fome fellow,
(16) cackling bome to Camelot.) As Sarum, or Salisbury, plain is mention'd in the preceding verse, I presume this Camelot. to be that mention d by Holing shead, and called Camaletun, in the marshes of Somersetshire, where there was an old tradition of a very strong, Caf tle. Langbam, in his account of Queen Elizabeth's reception at Kenil. worth, says, from King Artbur's acts, that that Prince kept his royal court at Camelot : but whether this be the place already mentioned, or fime other of that name in Wales, or the Camelot in Sterling-County in Scotland, I am not able to say.
An honest mind and plain, he must speak truth;
Kent. Sir, in good faith, in fincere verity,
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 beguild you in a plain accent, was a plain knave; which for my part I will not be, though I should win your displeafure to intreat me to’t.
Corn. What was th' offence you gave him ?
Stew. I never gave him any :
Kent. None of these rogues and cowards,
Corn, Fetch forth the stocks.
Kent. Sir, I am too old to learn :
the stocks ; As I have life and honour, there thall he fit till noon.
Reg. 'Till noon ! 'till night, my lord, and all night too.
Kent. Why, Madam, if I were your father's dog, You could not use me so.
Reg. Sir, being his knave, I will. [Stocks brought out
Corn. This is a fellow of the self- same nature
Glo. Let me beseech your Grace not to do fo;
Corn. I'll answer that.
Reg. My Sister may receive it much more worse,
[Kent is put in the Stocks. Come, my lord, away. [Exeunt Regan and Cornwall.
Glo. I'm sorry for thee, friend; 'tis the Duke's pleasure, Whose disposition, all the world well knows, Will not be rubb'd nor stop’d. I'll intreat for thee.
Kent. Pray, do not, Sir. I've watch'd and travellid Some time I shall sleep out, the rest I'll whistle : [hard; A good man's fortune may grow out at heels ; Give you good morrow. Gle. The Duke's to blame in this, 'twill be ill taken.
[Exit. Kent. Good King, that must approve the common Saw, Thou out of heaven's benediction com'ft To the warm sun ! Approach, thou beacon to this under-globe,
[Looking up to the moon. That by thy comfortable beams I may Peruse this letter. Nothing almost sees miracles, But misery. I know, 'cis from Cordelia; Who hath most fortunately been inform'd Of my obscured course. I shall find time From this enormous state, and seek to give