To his unnatural purpose, in fell motion Bold in the quarrel's right, rous'd to the encounter, Not in this land shall he remain uncaught; And, found, dispatch. The noble Duke my master, That he which finds him shall deserve our thanks, He that conceals him, death. EDM. When I dissuaded him from his intent, Make thy words faith'd? No: what I should deny My very character) I'ld turn it all To thy suggestion, plot, and damned practice: GLOU. Strong and fasten'd Villain! Would he deny his letter? I never got him. [Tucket within. Hark, the Duke's trumpets! I know not why he comes. All ports I'll bar; the villain shall not 'scape; I will send far and near, that all the Kingdom 1 frightened. 80 Sc. I ACT II Sc. I Enter CORNWALL, REGAN, and Attendants. Which can pursue the offender. How dost, my Lord? He whom my father nam'd? your Edgar? GLOU. I know not, Madam. 'Tis too bad, too bad. I'll not be there. CORN. Nor I, assure thee, Regan. Edmund, I hear that you have shewn your father GLOU. He did bewray his practice;1 and receiv'd This hurt you see, striving to apprehend him. CORN. If he be taken, he shall never more Be fear'd of doing harm: make your own purpose, So much commend itself, you shall be our's: EDM. Truly, however else. GLOU. I shall serve you, Sir, For him I thank your Grace. CORN. You know not why we came to visit you 91 100 ΣΙΟ 1 plotting. REG. Thus out of season, threading dark-ey'd night: Your needful counsel to our business, Which craves the instant use. GLOU. Your Graces are right welcome. 120 I serve you, Madam: [exeunt. SCENE II. Before GLOUCESTER's Castle. Enter KENT and OSWALD, severally. Osw. Good dawning to thee, Friend: art of this house? Osw. Where may we set our horses? KENT. I' the mire. Osw. Pr'ythee, if thou lovest me, tell me. KENT. I love thee not. Osw. Why, then I care not for thee. KENT. If I had thee in Lipsbury pinfold, I would make thee care for me. Osw. Why dost thou use me thus? I know thee not. 10 Osw. What dost thou know me for? KENT. A knave; a rascal; an eater of broken meats; a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited, hundredpound, filthy, worsted-stocking knave; a lily-liver'd, action-taking, whoreson, glass-gazing, superserviceable, finical rogue; one-trunk-inheriting slave; one that would'st 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. 22 Osw. Why, what a monstrous fellow art thou, thus to ACT II Sc. I ACT II rail on one that is neither known of thee nor knows thee! KENT. What a brazen-fac'd varlet art thou, to deny thou knowest me! Is it two days since I tripp'd 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. [drawing his sword.] Draw, you whoreson cullionly Barbermonger, draw! 32 Osw. Away! I have nothing to do with thee. ways. Osw. Help, ho! murder! help! KENT. Strike, you Slave! stand, Rogue, stand; you neat1 Osw. Help, ho! murder! murder! [beating him. 42 Enter EDMUND, with his rapier drawn, CORNWALL, KENT. With you, goodman Boy, if you please: come, GLOU. Weapons? arms? what's the matter here? He dies that strikes again. What is the matter? Osw. I am scarce in breath, my Lord. 50 KENT. No marvel, you have so bestirr'd your valour. You cowardly Rascal, Nature disclaims in thee: a tailor made thee. CORN. 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 so ill, though they had been but two hours o' the trade. CORN. Speak yet, how grew your quarrel? 60 T 1 finical. Osw. This ancient ruffian, Sir, whose life I have spar'd at ACT II 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? CORN. Peace, sirrah! You beastly Knave, know you no reverence? KENT. Yes, Sir; but anger hath a privilege. CORN. Why art thou angry? 70 20 KENT. That such a slave as this should wear a sword, Which are too intrinse1 to unloose; smooth every passion Bring oil to fire, snow to their colder moods; KENT. No contraries hold more antipathy Than I and such a knave. 80 CORN. Why dost thou call him knave? What's his offence? KENT. His countenance likes me not. CORN. No more, perchance, does mine, nor his, nor her's. KENT. Sir, 'tis my occupation to be plain : I have seen better faces in my time Than stands on any shoulder that I see CORN. This is some fellow, Who, having been prais'd for bluntness, doth affect A saucy roughness, and constrains the garb2 An honest mind and plain, he must speak truth! 1 tightly drawn. VIII: QQ 2 outward address. 297 91 Sc. II |