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But that I told him, the revenging gods
Gloc. Let him fly far;
Edm. When I diffuaded him from his intent, And threaten’d to discover him; he replied, Thou unpoffeffing bastard ! dost thou think, If I would stand against thee, the reposal Of any truft, virtue, or worth in thee Would make thy words faith'd ? no; I'd turn it all To thy suggestion, plot, and damned practice.
Gloc. Oh, strange, fasten'd, villain! Would he deny his letter?
Al ports I'll bar; the villain shall not 'scape;
Scene, the outside of the earl of Glocester's castle.
Imano Stew. Prithee, if thou lov'st me, tell me. ar Kent. I love thee not."
Ovu Stew. Why then I care not for thee.
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. E! 19,92: Stew. What dost thou know me for?
Kent. A knave, a rascal, an eater of broken meats, a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, threesuited, hundred-pound, filthy, worsted-stocking
knave; a hilly-liver'd, action-taking knate; a whora son, glafs-gazing, superserviceable, finical rogue; one that wouldst be a bawd in way of good service; and art nothing but the composition of knave, beg. gar, coward, pander; one whom I will beat into clamorous whining, if thou deniest the least fyllable 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-fac'd varlet art thou, thus to deny thou know'st me? Is it two days ago, since I tript 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 fop o'th' moonshine of you; 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 fo carbonado your shanks---draw, you rascal, come your ways.
." Stew. Help, ho! murder! help!
Kent. Strike, you slave , stand, rogue, ftand, you neat slave, strike.
Stew. Help ho! murder! murder ![Exeunt.
Flourish. Enter Cornwall and Regan, attended;
meeting Glocefter and Edmund. Gloc. You graces are right welcome. Cornw. How now, my noble friend? Gince I
came hither, Which I can call but now, I have heard ftrange news. Regan. If it be true, all vengeance comes top
short, Which can pursue th’offender: How does my lord? Gloc. Oh, madam, my old heart is crack'd, 'tis
crack'd. Regan. What, did my father's godfon seek your
Gloc. Oh, lady, lady, shame would have it hid.
Gloc. I know not, madam: 'Tis too bad, too bad.
Regan. No marvel then, tho' he were ill affected;
Been well inform'dof them; and with such cautions,
Cornw. Nor I, affure thee, Regan.
Edm. 'Twas my duty, Sir.
Gloc. He did reveal his practice, and receiv'd This hurt you see, striving to apprehend him.
Cornw. Is he pursu'd ?
Cornw. If he be taken, he shall never more
Edm. I shall ferve you, Sir, truly, however else.
Regan. Our father he hath writ, so hath our sister,