| King Lear
| Act 2, Scene 2
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Enter KENT and OSWALD, severallyOSWALD
Good dawning to thee, friend: art of this house?KENT
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 theeOSWALD
care for me.
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; aOSWALD
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.
Why, what a monstrous fellow art thou, thus to railKENT
on one that is neither known of thee nor knows thee!
What a brazen-faced varlet art thou, to deny thouOSWALD
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
Away! I have nothing to do with thee.KENT
Draw, you rascal: you come with letters against theOSWALD
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.
Help, ho! murder! help!KENT
Strike, you slave; stand, rogue, stand; you neatOSWALD
Help, ho! murder! murder!EDMUND
Enter EDMUND, with his rapier drawn, CORNWALL, REGAN, GLOUCESTER, and Servants
How now! What's the matter?KENT
With you, goodman boy, an you please: come, I'llGLOUCESTER
flesh ye; come on, young master.
Weapons! arms! What 's the matter here?CORNWALL
Keep peace, upon your lives:REGAN
He dies that strikes again. What is the matter?
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. YouCORNWALL
cowardly rascal, nature disclaims in thee: a
tailor made thee.
Thou art a strange fellow: a tailor make a man?KENT
Ay, a tailor, sir: a stone-cutter or painter couldCORNWALL
not have made him so ill, though he had been but two
hours at the trade.
Speak yet, how grew your quarrel?OSWALD
This ancient ruffian, sir, whose life I have sparedKENT
at suit of his gray beard,--
Thou whoreson zed! thou unnecessary letter! MyCORNWALL
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?
You beastly knave, know you no reverence?
Yes, sir; but anger hath a privilege.CORNWALL
Why art thou angry?KENT
That such a slave as this should wear a sword,CORNWALL
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.
Why, art thou mad, old fellow?GLOUCESTER
How fell you out? say that.KENT
No contraries hold more antipathyCORNWALL
Than I and such a knave.
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:CORNWALL
I have seen better faces in my time
Than stands on any shoulder that I see
Before me at this instant.
This is some fellow,KENT
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.
Sir, in good sooth, in sincere verity,CORNWALL
Under the allowance of your great aspect,
Whose influence, like the wreath of radiant fire
On flickering Phoebus' front,--
What mean'st by this?KENT
To go out of my dialect, which youCORNWALL
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.
What was the offence you gave him?OSWALD
I never gave him any:KENT
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.
None of these rogues and cowardsCORNWALL
But Ajax is their fool.
Fetch forth the stocks!KENT
You stubborn ancient knave, you reverend braggart,
We'll teach you--
Sir, I am too old to learn:CORNWALL
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.
Fetch forth the stocks! As I have life and honour,REGAN
There shall he sit till noon.
Till noon! till night, my lord; and all night too.KENT
Why, madam, if I were your father's dog,REGAN
You should not use me so.
Sir, being his knave, I will.CORNWALL
This is a fellow of the self-same colourGLOUCESTER
Our sister speaks of. Come, bring away the stocks!
Stocks brought out
Let me beseech your grace not to do so:CORNWALL
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.
I'll answer that.REGAN
My sister may receive it much more worse,GLOUCESTER
To have her gentleman abused, assaulted,
For following her affairs. Put in his legs.
KENT is put in the stocksCome, my good lord, away.
Exeunt all but GLOUCESTER and KENT
I am sorry for thee, friend; 'tis the duke's pleasure,KENT
Whose disposition, all the world well knows,
Will not be rubb'd nor stopp'd: I'll entreat for thee.
Pray, do not, sir: I have watched and travell'd hard;GLOUCESTER
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!
The duke's to blame in this; 'twill be ill taken.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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| Act 2, Scene 2
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