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My very character") I'd turn it all
Strong and fasten'd villain!
[Trumpets within. Hark, the duke's trumpets! I know not why he
All ports I'll bar; the villain shall not 'scape;
Enter CORNWALL, REGAN, and Attendants. Corn. How now, my noble friend?
since I came hither, (Which I can call but now,) I have heard strange
Reg. If it be true, all vengeance comes too short, Which can pursue the offender. How dost, my
lord ? Glo. O, madam, my old heart is crack'd, is
crack'd! Reg. What, did my father's godson seek your life? He whom my father nam'd ? your Edgar?
Glo. O, lady, lady, shame would have it bid !
1 Hand writing. 2 i. e. Capable of suceeding to my land.
Reg. Was he not companion with the riotous
I know not, madam:
Yes, madam, he was.
Nor I, assure thee, Regan.-
father A child-like office.
'Twas my duty, sir.
Corn. Is he pursued?
Ay, my good lord, he is.
Glo. For him I thank your grace.
Corn. You know not why we came to visit you, Reg. Thus out of season; threading dark-ey'd
night. Occasions, noble Gloster, of some poize,s Wherein we must have use of your
advice :Our father he hath writ, so hath our sister, Of differences, which I best thought it fit To answer from our home; the several messengers From hence attend despatch. Our good old friend, Lay comforts to your bosom; and bestow Your needful counsel to our business, Which craves the instant use. Glo.
I serve you, madam: Your graces are right welcome.
Before Gloster's Castle.
Enter Kent and Steward, severally.
Kent. If I had thee in Lipsbury pinfold, I would make thee care for me.
Stew. Why dost thou use me thus? I know thee not. Kent. Fellow, I know thee.
Stew. What dost thou know me for ?
Kent. A knave; a rascal, an eater of broken meats; a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited, hundred-pound, filthy worsted-stocking knave; a lily-liver'd, action-taking knave; a whorson, glassgazing, superserviceable, finical rogue; one-trunkinheriting slave; one that would'st be a bawd, in way of good-service, and art nothing but the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pandar, and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch : one whom I will beat into clamorous 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-faced varlet art thou, to deny thou know'st me? Is it two days ago, since I tripp'd 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 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 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.
7 A character in the old moralities.
Stew. Help, hó! murder! murder!
Enter EDMUND, CORNWALL, REGAN, GLOSTER,
Edm. How now? What's the matter art.
Kent. With you, goodman boy, if you please; come, I'll flesh you; come on, young master.
Glo. Weapons! arms! What's the matter here?
Corn. Keep peace, upon your lives ;
Reg. The messengers from our sister and the king.
Kent. No marvel, you have so bestirr'd your valour. 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 whorson zed! thou unnecessary letter! --My lord, if you will give me leave, I will tread this unbolted 8 villain into mortar, and daub the wall of a jakes 9 with him.—Spare my grey beard, you wagtail ?
Corn. Peace, sirrah!