Enter Edmund with his rapier drawne, Glocefter, the Duke and Dutcheffe. Baft. How now, what's the matter? Ken. With you goodman boy, and you please come, ile fleash you. come on yong master. Gloft. Weapons, armes, what's the matter here? Duke. Keepe peace vpon your liues, he dies that strikes againe, what's the matter? Reg. The meffengers from our fifter, and the king. Stew. I am scarse in breath my lord. Kent. No maruaile you haue fo beftir'd your valour, you cowardly rafcall, nature difclaimes in thee, a taylor made thee. Duke. Thou art a strange fellow, a taylour make a man. Kent. I, a taylour fir, a ftone-cutter, or a painter could not haue made him fo ill, though he had bene but two houres at the trade. Gloft. Speake yet, how grew your quarrell? Stew. This ancient ruffian fir, whofe life I haue fpar'd at fute of his gray-beard. Kent. Thou whorefon zed, thou vnnecessary letter, my lord if you will giue me leaue, I will tread this vnboulted villaine into morter, and daube the wals of a iaques with him; fpare my gray-beard you wagtaile ? Duke. Peace fir, you beastly knaue you haue no reuerence Duke. Why art thou angry? Kent. That fuch a flaue as this should weare a sword, Which are to intrench, to inloose smooth euery paffion Bring oile to ftir, fnow to their colder moods, Kent. No contraries hold more antipathy, Duke. Why dost thou call him knaue, what's his offence? Duke. No more perchance doth mine, or his, or hers. I haue feene better faces in my time, Than ftands on any shoulder that I fee Duke. This is a fellow, who hauing beene praifd Kent. Sir in good footh, or in fincere verity, Duke. What meanft thou by this? Kent. 3 Kent. To go out of my dialogue which you difcommend fo much; I know fir, I am no flatterer, he that beguild you in a plain accent, was a plaine knaue, which for my part I wil not be, thogh I fhould win your displeasure to entreate me to it. Duke. What's the offence you gaue him? Stew. I neuer gaue him any, it pleafd the king his master Very late to strike at me vpon his misconstruction, When he coniunct and flattering his displeasure Tript me behinde, being downe, infulted, raild, Kent. None of thefe roges and cowards but Aiax is their (foole. You ftubborne mifcreant knaue, you vnreuerent bragart, Kent. I am too olde to learne, call not your ftockes for me, I ferue the king, on whofe imploiments I was fent to you, You should do fmall refpect, fhew too bold malice Against the grace and perfon of my master, Stopping his messenger. Duke. Fetch foorth the ftockes; as I haue life and honour, There fhall he fit till noone. Reg. Till noone, till night my lord, and all night too. Kent. Why madam, if I were your fathers dog, you could not vse me fo. Reg. Sir, being his knaue, I will. Duke. This is a fellow of the fame nature, Our fifter fpeakes off, come, bring away the stockes. Gloft. Gloft. Let me befeech your grace not to do so, Reg. My fifter may receiue it much more worfe, For following her affaires, put in his legs, Come my lord, away. . Exit. Gloft, I am forry for thee friend, tis the dukes pleasure, Whofe difpofition all the world well knowes Will not be rubd nor ftopt, Ile intreate for thee. Kent. Pray you do not fir, I haue watcht and trauaild hard, Some time I shall fleepe out, the reft Ile whistle, A good mans fortune may grow out at heeles, Giue you good morrow. Gloft. The duke's too blame in this, twill be ill tooke. Exit. Kent. Good king, that must approue the common faw, That out of heauens benediction comest To the warme funne. Approach thou beacon to this vnder globe, That by thy comfortable beames I may This fhamefull lodging; fortune goodnight, Smile, once more turne thy wheele. Enter Edgar. Edgar. I heare my felfe proclaim'd, He Neepes. Brought neere to beaft; my face ile grime with filth, Enter King, and a Knight. Exit. Lear. Tis ftrange that they should fo depart from hence, And not fend backe my messenger. Knight. As I learn'd, the night before there was No purpose of his remoue. Kent. Haile to thee noble master. Lear. How, mak'st thou this shame thy pastime? Foole. |