3 Enter Steward and Kent, with fwords drawn. Gloc. Weapons? arms? what's the matter here? Cornw. Keep peace, upon your lives; he dies, that strikes again; what's the matter? Regan. The meffengers from our fifter and the Cornw. What is your difference? speak. Kent. No marvel, you have fo beftirr'd your valour; you cowardly rafcal! nature difclaims all fhare in thee: A tailor made thee. Cornw. 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 fo ill, though they had been but two hours o'th' trade. Cornw. Speak yet, how grew your quarrel? Stew. This antient ruffian, Sir, whofe life I have fpar'd at fuit of his grey beard Kent. Thou whorfon zed! thou unneceffary 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 grey beard? you wagtail! Cornu. Peace, firrah! know you no reverence? Cornw. 4 ། Cornw. Why art thou angry? Kent. That fuch a flave as this fhould wear a 2. hd fword," Who wears no honefty: Such smiling rogues as thefe, Kent. No contraries hold more antipathy, Cornw. Why doft thou call him knave? what is his fault?& Kent. His countenance likes me not. Cornw. No more, perchance, does mine, nor his, nor hers. Kent. Sir, 'tis my occupation to be plain; I have feen better faces in my time, Than Than ftand on any fhoulders that I fee Before me at this inftant. Cornw. This is fome fellow, Who having been prais'd for bluntness, doth affect Quite from his nature. An honest mind and plain, he must speak truth; That stretch their duties nicely. Kent. Sir, in good faith, in fincere verity, Under th' allowance of your grand afpect, Whose influence, like the wreath of radiant fire On flickering Phoebus' front Cornw. What mean'st by this? Kent. To go out of my dialect, which you difcommend fo much: I know, Sir, I am no flatterer; he, that beguil'd you in a plain accent, was a plain knave; which for my part I will not be, though I fhould win your displeasure to intreat me to't. Cornw. What was th' offence you gave him? Stew. I never gave him any; It pleas'd the king his master very lately When When he, conjunct, and flatt'ring his displeasure, And put upon him fuch a deal of man, For him attempting who was self-subdu’d; Kent. None of these rogues and cowards, Cornw. Fetch forth the stocks! You stubborn ancient knave, you rev'rend braggart, We'll teach you Kent. Sir, I am too old to learn: Call not your stocks for me; I serve the king; Cornw. Fetch forth the ftocks; As I have life and honour, there fhall he fit'till noon. Regan. "Till noon! 'till night, my lord, and all night too. Kent. Why, madam, if I were your father's dog, You could not use me fo. Regan. Sir, being his knave, I will. [Stocks brought out. Cornw. Cornw. This is a fellow of the self-fame nature Our fifter speaks of. Come, bring away the stocks. Gloc. Let me befeech your grace not to do fo; His fault is much, and the good king his master Will check him for it; but must take it ill To be thus flighted in his meffenger. Cornw. I'll answer that. Regan. My fifter may receive it worse, To have her gentleman abus'd, affaulted. [Kent is put in the flocks. Come, my lord, away. [Exeunt Regan and Cornw. Gloc. I'm forry for thee, friend; 'tis the duke's pleasure, Whofe difpofition, all the world well knows, Some time I fhall fleep out, the reft I'll whistle: Glcc. The duke's to blame in this, 'twill be ill taken. [Exit. Kent. Approach, thou beacon to this under[Looking up to the moon. globe, That by thy comfortable beams I may Perufe this letter. I know, 'tis from Cordelia; Who |