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Enter KENT disguised and OSWALD the steward, severally
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Enter KENT disguised and OSWALD the steward, severally
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OSWALD Good dawning to thee, friend. Art of this house?
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OSWALD Good dawning to thee, friend. Art of this house?
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KENT Ay.
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KENT Ay.
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OSWALD Where may we set our horses?
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OSWALD Where may we set our horses?
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KENT I' th' mire.
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KENT I' th' mire.
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OSWALD 5 Prithee, if thou lovest me, tell me.
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OSWALD Prithee, if thou lovest me, tell me.
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KENT I love thee not.
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KENT I love thee not.
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OSWALD Why, then, I care not for thee.
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OSWALD Why, then, I care not for thee.
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KENT If I had thee in Lipsbury pinfold, I would make thee care for me.
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KENT If I had thee in Lipsbury pinfold, I would make thee care for me.
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OSWALD 10 Why dost thou use me thus? I know thee not.
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OSWALD Why dost thou use me thus? I know thee not.
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KENT Fellow, I know thee.
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KENT Fellow, I know thee.
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OSWALD What dost thou know me for?
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OSWALD What dost thou know me for?
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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, pander, 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.
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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, pander, 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.
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OSWALD Why, what a monstrous fellow art thou, thus to rail on one that is neither known of thee nor knows thee!
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OSWALD Why, what a monstrous fellow art thou, thus to rail on one that is neither known of thee nor knows thee!
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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' th' moonshine of you. (draws his sword) Draw, you whoreson cullionly barber-monger, draw!
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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' th' moonshine of you. (draws his sword) Draw, you whoreson cullionly barber-monger, draw!
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OSWALD 30 Away! I have nothing to do with thee.
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OSWALD Away! I have nothing to do with thee.
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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.
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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.
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OSWALD 35 Help, ho! Murder! Help!
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OSWALD Help, ho! Murder! Help!
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KENT Strike, you slave. Stand, rogue. Stand, you neat slave, strike! (strikes OSWALD)
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KENT Strike, you slave. Stand, rogue. Stand, you neat slave, strike! (strikes OSWALD)
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OSWALD Help, ho! Murder, murder!
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OSWALD Help, ho! Murder, murder!
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Enter EDMUND the bastard with his rapier drawn, the Duke of CORNWALL , the Duchess REGAN , GLOUCESTER , and servants
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Enter EDMUND the bastard with his rapier drawn, the Duke of CORNWALL , the Duchess REGAN , GLOUCESTER , and servants
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EDMUND How now? What’s the matter? Part.
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EDMUND How now? What’s the matter? Part.
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KENT I’ll flesh ye. Come on, young master.
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KENT I’ll flesh ye. Come on, young master.
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GLOUCESTER Weapons, arms? What’s the matter here?
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GLOUCESTER Weapons, arms? What’s the matter here?
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CORNWALL Keep peace, upon your lives.
He dies that strikes again. What is the matter?
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CORNWALL Keep peace, upon your lives.
He dies that strikes again. What is the matter?
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REGAN 45 The messengers from our sister and the king.
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REGAN The messengers from our sister and the king.
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CORNWALL What is your difference? Speak.
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CORNWALL What is your difference? Speak.
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OSWALD I am scarce in breath, my lord.
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OSWALD I am scarce in breath, my lord.
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KENT No marvel, you have so bestirred your valor. You cowardly rascal, nature disclaims in thee. A tailor made thee.
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KENT No marvel, you have so bestirred your valor. You cowardly rascal, nature disclaims in thee. A tailor made thee.
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CORNWALL 50 Thou art a strange fellow. A tailor make a man?
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CORNWALL Thou art a strange fellow. A tailor make a man?
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KENT Ay, a tailor, sir. A stone-cutter or painter could not have made him so ill though they had been but two years o' th' trade.
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KENT Ay, a tailor, sir. A stone-cutter or painter could not have made him so ill though they had been but two years o' th' trade.
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CORNWALL Speak yet. How grew your quarrel?
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CORNWALL Speak yet. How grew your quarrel?
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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?
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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?
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CORNWALL Peace, sirrah!
You beastly knave, know you no reverence?
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CORNWALL Peace, sirrah!
You beastly knave, know you no reverence?
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KENT Yes, sir, but anger hath a privilege.
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KENT Yes, sir, but anger hath a privilege.
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CORNWALL Why art thou angry?
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CORNWALL Why art thou angry?
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KENT 65 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 atwain
Which are too intrinse t' unloose, smooth every passion
That in the natures of their lords rebel,
70 Bring oil to fire, snow to the colder moods;
Renege, affirm, and turn their halcyon beaks
With every gale and vary of their masters,
Knowing naught, like dogs, but following.—
A plague upon your epileptic visage!
75 Smile you my speeches as I were a fool?
Goose, an I had you upon Sarum plain,
I’d drive ye cackling home to Camelot.
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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 atwain
Which are too intrinse t' unloose, smooth every passion
That in the natures of their lords rebel,
Bring oil to fire, snow to the colder moods;
Renege, affirm, and turn their halcyon beaks
With every gale and vary of their masters,
Knowing naught, like dogs, but following.—
A plague upon your epileptic visage!
Smile you my speeches as I were a fool?
Goose, an I had you upon Sarum plain,
I’d drive ye cackling home to Camelot.
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CORNWALL Why, art thou mad, old fellow?
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CORNWALL Why, art thou mad, old fellow?
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GLOUCESTER (to KENT) How fell you out?
80 Say that.
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GLOUCESTER (to KENT) How fell you out?
Say that.
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KENT No contraries hold more antipathy
Than I and such a knave.
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KENT No contraries hold more antipathy
Than I and such a knave.
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CORNWALL Why dost thou call him “knave”? What’s his offense?
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CORNWALL Why dost thou call him “knave”? What’s his offense?
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KENT His countenance likes me not.
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KENT His countenance likes me not.
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CORNWALL 85 No more perchance does mine, nor his, nor hers.
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CORNWALL No more perchance does mine, nor his, nor hers.
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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.
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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.
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CORNWALL This is some fellow,
90 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.
95 These kind of knaves I know, which in this plainness
Harbor more craft and more corrupter ends
Than twenty silly-ducking observants
That stretch their duties nicely.
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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
Harbor more craft and more corrupter ends
Than twenty silly-ducking observants
That stretch their duties nicely.
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KENT Sir, in good faith, or in sincere verity,
100 Under th' allowance of your great aspect,
Whose influence, like the wreath of radiant fire
On flickering Phoebus' front—
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KENT Sir, in good faith, or in sincere verity,
Under th' allowance of your great aspect,
Whose influence, like the wreath of radiant fire
On flickering Phoebus' front—
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CORNWALL What mean’st by this?
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CORNWALL What mean’st by this?
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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.
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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.
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CORNWALL (to OSWALD) What was th' offense you gave him?
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CORNWALL (to OSWALD) What was th' offense you gave him?
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OSWALD I never gave him any.
It pleased the king his master very late
To strike at me upon his misconstruction
110 When he, conjunct and flattering his displeasure,
Tripped me behind; being down, insulted, railed,
And put upon him such a deal of man
That worthied him, got praises of the king
For him attempting who was self-subdued.
115 And in the fleshment of this dread exploit
Drew on me here again.
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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,
Tripped me behind; being down, insulted, railed,
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.
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KENT None of these rogues and cowards
But Ajax is their fool.
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KENT None of these rogues and cowards
But Ajax is their fool.
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CORNWALL Fetch forth the stocks, ho!—
You stubborn ancient knave, you reverend braggart,
We’ll teach you.
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CORNWALL Fetch forth the stocks, ho!—
You stubborn ancient knave, you reverend braggart,
We’ll teach you.
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KENT Sir, I am too old to learn.
120 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.
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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.
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CORNWALL Fetch forth the stocks!
125 As I have life and honor, there shall he sit till noon.
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CORNWALL Fetch forth the stocks!
As I have life and honor, there shall he sit till noon.
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REGAN Till noon? Till night, my lord, and all night too.
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REGAN Till noon? Till night, my lord, and all night too.
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KENT Why, madam, if I were your father’s dog,
You should not use me so.
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KENT Why, madam, if I were your father’s dog,
You should not use me so.
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REGAN Sir, being his knave, I will.
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REGAN Sir, being his knave, I will.
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Stocks brought out
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Stocks brought out
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CORNWALL This is a fellow of the selfsame color
130 Our sister speaks of.—Come, bring away the stocks!
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CORNWALL This is a fellow of the selfsame color
Our sister speaks of.—Come, bring away the stocks!
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GLOUCESTER Let me beseech your grace not to do so.
His fault is much, and the good king his master
Will check him for ’t. Your purposed low correction
Is such as basest and contemned’st wretches
135 For pilferings and most common trespasses
Are punished with.
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GLOUCESTER Let me beseech your grace not to do so.
His fault is much, and the good king his master
Will check him for ’t. Your purposed low correction
Is such as basest and contemned’st wretches
For pilferings and most common trespasses
Are punished with.
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The king his master needs must take it ill,
That he, so slightly valued in his messenger,
Should have him thus restrained.
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The king his master needs must take it ill,
That he, so slightly valued in his messenger,
Should have him thus restrained.
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CORNWALL I’ll answer that.
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CORNWALL I’ll answer that.
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REGAN 140 My sister may receive it much more worse
To have her gentleman abused, assaulted
For following her affairs.—Put in his legs.
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REGAN My sister may receive it much more worse
To have her gentleman abused, assaulted
For following her affairs.—Put in his legs.
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KENT is put in the stocks
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KENT is put in the stocks
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CORNWALL (to GLOUCESTER) Come, my good lord, away.
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CORNWALL (to GLOUCESTER) Come, my good lord, away.
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Exeunt all but GLOUCESTER and KENT
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Exeunt all but GLOUCESTER and KENT
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GLOUCESTER I am sorry for thee, friend. 'Tis the duke’s pleasure,
145 Whose disposition, all the world well knows,
Will not be rubbed nor stopped. I’ll entreat for thee.
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GLOUCESTER I am sorry for thee, friend. 'Tis the duke’s pleasure,
Whose disposition, all the world well knows,
Will not be rubbed nor stopped. I’ll entreat for thee.
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KENT Pray you do not, sir. I have watched and traveled hard.
Some time I shall sleep out. The rest I’ll whistle.
A good man’s fortune may grow out at heels.
150 Give you good morrow.
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KENT Pray you do not, sir. I have watched and traveled 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.
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GLOUCESTER The duke’s to blame in this. 'Twill be ill taken.
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GLOUCESTER The duke’s to blame in this. 'Twill be ill taken.
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Exit GLOUCESTER
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Exit GLOUCESTER
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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 underglobe,
That by thy comfortable beams I may
Peruse this letter. Nothing almost sees miracles
But misery. I know ’tis from Cordelia,
160 Who hath most fortunately been informed
Of my obscurèd course and (reads the letter) “shall find time
From this enormous state, seeking to give
Losses their remedies.” All weary and o'erwatched,
Take vantage, heavy eyes, not to behold
165 This shameful lodging.
Fortune, good night. Smile once more. Turn thy wheel.
(sleeps)
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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 underglobe,
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 informed
Of my obscurèd course and (reads the letter) “shall find time
From this enormous state, seeking to give
Losses their remedies.” All weary and o'erwatched,
Take vantage, heavy eyes, not to behold
This shameful lodging.
Fortune, good night. Smile once more. Turn thy wheel.
(sleeps)
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Enter KENT disguised and OSWALD the steward, severally
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Enter KENT disguised and OSWALD the steward, severally
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OSWALD Good dawning to thee, friend. Art of this house?
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OSWALD Good dawning to thee, friend. Art of this house?
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KENT Ay.
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KENT Ay.
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OSWALD Where may we set our horses?
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OSWALD Where may we set our horses?
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KENT I' th' mire.
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KENT I' th' mire.
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OSWALD 5 Prithee, if thou lovest me, tell me.
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OSWALD Prithee, if thou lovest me, tell me.
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KENT I love thee not.
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KENT I love thee not.
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OSWALD Why, then, I care not for thee.
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OSWALD Why, then, I care not for thee.
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KENT If I had thee in Lipsbury pinfold, I would make thee care for me.
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KENT If I had thee in Lipsbury pinfold, I would make thee care for me.
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OSWALD 10 Why dost thou use me thus? I know thee not.
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OSWALD Why dost thou use me thus? I know thee not.
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KENT Fellow, I know thee.
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KENT Fellow, I know thee.
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OSWALD What dost thou know me for?
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OSWALD What dost thou know me for?
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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, pander, 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.
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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, pander, 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.
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OSWALD Why, what a monstrous fellow art thou, thus to rail on one that is neither known of thee nor knows thee!
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OSWALD Why, what a monstrous fellow art thou, thus to rail on one that is neither known of thee nor knows thee!
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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' th' moonshine of you. (draws his sword) Draw, you whoreson cullionly barber-monger, draw!
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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' th' moonshine of you. (draws his sword) Draw, you whoreson cullionly barber-monger, draw!
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OSWALD 30 Away! I have nothing to do with thee.
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OSWALD Away! I have nothing to do with thee.
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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.
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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.
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OSWALD 35 Help, ho! Murder! Help!
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OSWALD Help, ho! Murder! Help!
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KENT Strike, you slave. Stand, rogue. Stand, you neat slave, strike! (strikes OSWALD)
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KENT Strike, you slave. Stand, rogue. Stand, you neat slave, strike! (strikes OSWALD)
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OSWALD Help, ho! Murder, murder!
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OSWALD Help, ho! Murder, murder!
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Enter EDMUND the bastard with his rapier drawn, the Duke of CORNWALL , the Duchess REGAN , GLOUCESTER , and servants
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Enter EDMUND the bastard with his rapier drawn, the Duke of CORNWALL , the Duchess REGAN , GLOUCESTER , and servants
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EDMUND How now? What’s the matter? Part.
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EDMUND How now? What’s the matter? Part.
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KENT I’ll flesh ye. Come on, young master.
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KENT I’ll flesh ye. Come on, young master.
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GLOUCESTER Weapons, arms? What’s the matter here?
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GLOUCESTER Weapons, arms? What’s the matter here?
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CORNWALL Keep peace, upon your lives.
He dies that strikes again. What is the matter?
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CORNWALL Keep peace, upon your lives.
He dies that strikes again. What is the matter?
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REGAN 45 The messengers from our sister and the king.
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REGAN The messengers from our sister and the king.
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CORNWALL What is your difference? Speak.
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CORNWALL What is your difference? Speak.
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OSWALD I am scarce in breath, my lord.
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OSWALD I am scarce in breath, my lord.
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KENT No marvel, you have so bestirred your valor. You cowardly rascal, nature disclaims in thee. A tailor made thee.
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KENT No marvel, you have so bestirred your valor. You cowardly rascal, nature disclaims in thee. A tailor made thee.
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CORNWALL 50 Thou art a strange fellow. A tailor make a man?
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CORNWALL Thou art a strange fellow. A tailor make a man?
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KENT Ay, a tailor, sir. A stone-cutter or painter could not have made him so ill though they had been but two years o' th' trade.
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KENT Ay, a tailor, sir. A stone-cutter or painter could not have made him so ill though they had been but two years o' th' trade.
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CORNWALL Speak yet. How grew your quarrel?
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CORNWALL Speak yet. How grew your quarrel?
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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?
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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?
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CORNWALL Peace, sirrah!
You beastly knave, know you no reverence?
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CORNWALL Peace, sirrah!
You beastly knave, know you no reverence?
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KENT Yes, sir, but anger hath a privilege.
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KENT Yes, sir, but anger hath a privilege.
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CORNWALL Why art thou angry?
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CORNWALL Why art thou angry?
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KENT 65 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 atwain
Which are too intrinse t' unloose, smooth every passion
That in the natures of their lords rebel,
70 Bring oil to fire, snow to the colder moods;
Renege, affirm, and turn their halcyon beaks
With every gale and vary of their masters,
Knowing naught, like dogs, but following.—
A plague upon your epileptic visage!
75 Smile you my speeches as I were a fool?
Goose, an I had you upon Sarum plain,
I’d drive ye cackling home to Camelot.
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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 atwain
Which are too intrinse t' unloose, smooth every passion
That in the natures of their lords rebel,
Bring oil to fire, snow to the colder moods;
Renege, affirm, and turn their halcyon beaks
With every gale and vary of their masters,
Knowing naught, like dogs, but following.—
A plague upon your epileptic visage!
Smile you my speeches as I were a fool?
Goose, an I had you upon Sarum plain,
I’d drive ye cackling home to Camelot.
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CORNWALL Why, art thou mad, old fellow?
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CORNWALL Why, art thou mad, old fellow?
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GLOUCESTER (to KENT) How fell you out?
80 Say that.
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GLOUCESTER (to KENT) How fell you out?
Say that.
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KENT No contraries hold more antipathy
Than I and such a knave.
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KENT No contraries hold more antipathy
Than I and such a knave.
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CORNWALL Why dost thou call him “knave”? What’s his offense?
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CORNWALL Why dost thou call him “knave”? What’s his offense?
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KENT His countenance likes me not.
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KENT His countenance likes me not.
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CORNWALL 85 No more perchance does mine, nor his, nor hers.
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CORNWALL No more perchance does mine, nor his, nor hers.
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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.
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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.
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CORNWALL This is some fellow,
90 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.
95 These kind of knaves I know, which in this plainness
Harbor more craft and more corrupter ends
Than twenty silly-ducking observants
That stretch their duties nicely.
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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
Harbor more craft and more corrupter ends
Than twenty silly-ducking observants
That stretch their duties nicely.
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KENT Sir, in good faith, or in sincere verity,
100 Under th' allowance of your great aspect,
Whose influence, like the wreath of radiant fire
On flickering Phoebus' front—
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KENT Sir, in good faith, or in sincere verity,
Under th' allowance of your great aspect,
Whose influence, like the wreath of radiant fire
On flickering Phoebus' front—
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CORNWALL What mean’st by this?
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CORNWALL What mean’st by this?
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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.
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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.
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CORNWALL (to OSWALD) What was th' offense you gave him?
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CORNWALL (to OSWALD) What was th' offense you gave him?
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OSWALD I never gave him any.
It pleased the king his master very late
To strike at me upon his misconstruction
110 When he, conjunct and flattering his displeasure,
Tripped me behind; being down, insulted, railed,
And put upon him such a deal of man
That worthied him, got praises of the king
For him attempting who was self-subdued.
115 And in the fleshment of this dread exploit
Drew on me here again.
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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,
Tripped me behind; being down, insulted, railed,
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.
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KENT None of these rogues and cowards
But Ajax is their fool.
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KENT None of these rogues and cowards
But Ajax is their fool.
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CORNWALL Fetch forth the stocks, ho!—
You stubborn ancient knave, you reverend braggart,
We’ll teach you.
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CORNWALL Fetch forth the stocks, ho!—
You stubborn ancient knave, you reverend braggart,
We’ll teach you.
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KENT Sir, I am too old to learn.
120 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.
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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.
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CORNWALL Fetch forth the stocks!
125 As I have life and honor, there shall he sit till noon.
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CORNWALL Fetch forth the stocks!
As I have life and honor, there shall he sit till noon.
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REGAN Till noon? Till night, my lord, and all night too.
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REGAN Till noon? Till night, my lord, and all night too.
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KENT Why, madam, if I were your father’s dog,
You should not use me so.
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KENT Why, madam, if I were your father’s dog,
You should not use me so.
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REGAN Sir, being his knave, I will.
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REGAN Sir, being his knave, I will.
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Stocks brought out
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Stocks brought out
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CORNWALL This is a fellow of the selfsame color
130 Our sister speaks of.—Come, bring away the stocks!
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CORNWALL This is a fellow of the selfsame color
Our sister speaks of.—Come, bring away the stocks!
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GLOUCESTER Let me beseech your grace not to do so.
His fault is much, and the good king his master
Will check him for ’t. Your purposed low correction
Is such as basest and contemned’st wretches
135 For pilferings and most common trespasses
Are punished with.
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GLOUCESTER Let me beseech your grace not to do so.
His fault is much, and the good king his master
Will check him for ’t. Your purposed low correction
Is such as basest and contemned’st wretches
For pilferings and most common trespasses
Are punished with.
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The king his master needs must take it ill,
That he, so slightly valued in his messenger,
Should have him thus restrained.
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The king his master needs must take it ill,
That he, so slightly valued in his messenger,
Should have him thus restrained.
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CORNWALL I’ll answer that.
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CORNWALL I’ll answer that.
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REGAN 140 My sister may receive it much more worse
To have her gentleman abused, assaulted
For following her affairs.—Put in his legs.
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REGAN My sister may receive it much more worse
To have her gentleman abused, assaulted
For following her affairs.—Put in his legs.
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KENT is put in the stocks
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KENT is put in the stocks
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CORNWALL (to GLOUCESTER) Come, my good lord, away.
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CORNWALL (to GLOUCESTER) Come, my good lord, away.
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Exeunt all but GLOUCESTER and KENT
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Exeunt all but GLOUCESTER and KENT
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GLOUCESTER I am sorry for thee, friend. 'Tis the duke’s pleasure,
145 Whose disposition, all the world well knows,
Will not be rubbed nor stopped. I’ll entreat for thee.
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GLOUCESTER I am sorry for thee, friend. 'Tis the duke’s pleasure,
Whose disposition, all the world well knows,
Will not be rubbed nor stopped. I’ll entreat for thee.
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KENT Pray you do not, sir. I have watched and traveled hard.
Some time I shall sleep out. The rest I’ll whistle.
A good man’s fortune may grow out at heels.
150 Give you good morrow.
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KENT Pray you do not, sir. I have watched and traveled 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.
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GLOUCESTER The duke’s to blame in this. 'Twill be ill taken.
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GLOUCESTER The duke’s to blame in this. 'Twill be ill taken.
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Exit GLOUCESTER
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Exit GLOUCESTER
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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 underglobe,
That by thy comfortable beams I may
Peruse this letter. Nothing almost sees miracles
But misery. I know ’tis from Cordelia,
160 Who hath most fortunately been informed
Of my obscurèd course and (reads the letter) “shall find time
From this enormous state, seeking to give
Losses their remedies.” All weary and o'erwatched,
Take vantage, heavy eyes, not to behold
165 This shameful lodging.
Fortune, good night. Smile once more. Turn thy wheel.
(sleeps)
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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 underglobe,
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 informed
Of my obscurèd course and (reads the letter) “shall find time
From this enormous state, seeking to give
Losses their remedies.” All weary and o'erwatched,
Take vantage, heavy eyes, not to behold
This shameful lodging.
Fortune, good night. Smile once more. Turn thy wheel.
(sleeps)
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