Before Gloucester’s castle.
[Enter KENT and
OSWALD, severally]
OSWALD
Good dawning to thee, friend: art of this house?
KENT Ay.
OSWALD Where may we set our horses?
KENT I’ the mire.
OSWALD Prithee, if thou lovest me, tell me.
KENT I love thee not.
OSWALD Why, then, I care not for thee.
KENT If I had thee in Lipsbury pinfold,
I would make thee care for me.
OSWALD Why dost thou use me thus? I know thee not.
KENT Fellow, I know thee.
OSWALD 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-livered, action-taking knave, a whoreson,
glass-gazing, super-serviceable finical rogue;
one-trunk-inheriting slave; one that wouldst 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 deniest
the least syllable of thy addition.
OSWALD 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, yet the moon
shines; I’ll make a sop o’ the moonshine of you:
draw, you whoreson cullionly barber-monger, draw.
[Drawing his sword]
OSWALD 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.
OSWALD Help, ho! murder! help!
KENT Strike, you slave; stand, rogue, stand;
you neat slave, strike.
[Beating him]
OSWALD Help, ho! murder! murder!
[Enter EDMUND, with his rapier drawn,
CORNWALL, REGAN, GLOUCESTER,
and Servants]
EDMUND How now! What’s the matter?
KENT With you, goodman boy, an you please: come,
I’ll flesh ye; come on, young master.
GLOUCESTER Weapons! arms! What ‘s the matter here?
CORNWALL Keep peace, upon your lives:
He dies that strikes again. What is the matter?
REGAN The messengers from our sister and the king.
CORNWALL What is your difference? speak.
OSWALD 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 made thee.
CORNWALL Thou art a strange fellow: a tailor make a man?
KENT Ay, a tailor, sir: a stone-cutter or painter could
not have made him so ill, though he had been but two
hours at the trade.
CORNWALL Speak yet, how grew your quarrel?
OSWALD This ancient ruffian, sir, whose life I have
spared at suit of his gray beard,–
KENT Thou whoreson 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 gray beard, you wagtail?
CORNWALL Peace, sirrah!
You beastly knave, know you no reverence?
KENT Yes, sir; but anger hath a privilege.
CORNWALL Why art thou angry?
KENT That such a slave as this should wear a sword,
Who wears no honesty. Such smiling rogues as these,
Like rats, oft bite the holy cords a-twain
Which are too intrinse t’ unloose; smooth every passion
That in the natures of their lords rebel;
Bring oil to fire, snow to their colder moods;
Renege, affirm, and turn their halcyon beaks
With every gale and vary of their masters,
Knowing nought, like dogs, but following.
A plague upon your epileptic visage!
Smile you my speeches, as I were a fool?
Goose, if I had you upon Sarum plain,
I’ld drive ye cackling home to Camelot.
CORNWALL Why, art thou mad, old fellow?
GLOUCESTER How fell you out? say that.
KENT No contraries hold more antipathy
Than I and such a knave.
CORNWALL Why dost thou call him a knave?
What’s his offence?
KENT His countenance likes me not.
CORNWALL No more, perchance, does mine,
nor his, nor hers.
KENT Sir, ’tis my occupation to be plain:
I have seen better faces in my time
Than stands on any shoulder that I see
Before me at this instant.
CORNWALL This is some fellow,
Who, having been praised for bluntness, doth affect
A saucy roughness, and constrains the garb
Quite from his nature: he cannot flatter, he,
An honest mind and plain, he must speak truth!
An they will take it, so; if not, he’s plain.
These kind of knaves I know, which in this plainness
Harbour more craft and more corrupter ends
Than twenty silly ducking observants
That stretch their duties nicely.
KENT Sir, in good sooth, in sincere verity,
Under the allowance of your great aspect,
Whose influence, like the wreath of radiant fire
On flickering Phoebus’ front,–
CORNWALL 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 ‘t.
CORNWALL What was the offence you gave him?
OSWALD I never gave him any:
It pleased the king his master very late
To strike at me, upon his misconstruction;
When he, conjunct and flattering his displeasure,
Tripp’d me behind; being down, insulted, rail’d,
And put upon him such a deal of man,
That worthied him, got praises of the king
For him attempting who was self-subdued;
And, in the fleshment of this dread exploit,
Drew on me here again.
KENT None of these rogues and cowards
But Ajax is their fool.
CORNWALL Fetch forth the stocks!
You stubborn ancient knave, you reverend braggart,
We’ll teach you–
KENT Sir, I am too old to learn:
Call not your stocks for me: I serve the king;
On whose employment I was sent to you:
You shall do small respect, show too bold malice
Against the grace and person of my master,
Stocking his messenger.
CORNWALL Fetch forth the stocks!
As I have life and honour,
There shall he sit till noon.
REGAN Till noon! till night, my lord; and all night too.
KENT Why, madam, if I were your father’s dog,
You should not use me so.
REGAN Sir, being his knave, I will.
CORNWALL This is a fellow of the self-same colour
Our sister speaks of. Come, bring away the stocks!
[Stocks brought out]
GLOUCESTER Let me beseech your grace not to do so:
His fault is much, and the good king his master
Will cheque 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.
CORNWALL I’ll answer that.
REGAN 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 all but GLOUCESTER and KENT]
GLOUCESTER 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 watched and travell’d hard;
Some time I shall sleep out, the rest I’ll whistle.
A good man’s fortune may grow out at heels:
Give you good morrow!
GLOUCESTER 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 comest
To the warm sun!
Approach, thou beacon to this under globe,
That by thy comfortable beams I may
Peruse this letter! Nothing almost sees miracles
But misery: I know ’tis from Cordelia,
Who hath most fortunately been inform’d
Of my obscured course; and shall find time
From this enormous state, seeking to give
Losses their remedies. All weary and o’erwatch’d,
Take vantage, heavy eyes, not to behold
This shameful lodging.
Fortune, good night: smile once more: turn thy wheel!
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