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Cor. No more perchance do's mine, nor his, nor hers |
Kent. Sir, 'tis my occupation to be plaine, |
I haue seene better faces in my Time, |
Then stands on any shoulder that I see |
Before me, at this instant |
Corn. This is some Fellow, |
Who hauing beene prais'd for bluntnesse, doth affect |
A saucy roughnes, and constraines the garb |
Quite from his Nature. He cannot flatter he, |
An honest mind and plaine, he must speake truth, |
And they will take it so, if not, hee's plaine. |
These kind of Knaues I know, which in this plainnesse |
Harbour more craft, and more corrupter ends, |
Then twenty silly-ducking obseruants, |
That stretch their duties nicely |
Kent. Sir, in good faith, in sincere verity, |
Vnder th' allowance of your great aspect, |
Whose influence like the wreath of radient fire |
On flickring Phoebus front |
Corn. What mean'st by this? |
Kent. To go out of my dialect, which you discommend |
so much; I know Sir, I am no flatterer, he that beguild |
you in a plaine accent, was a plaine Knaue, which |
for my part I will not be, though I should win your |
displeasure to entreat me too't |
Corn. What was th' offence you gaue him? |
Ste. I neuer gaue him any: |
It pleas'd the King his Master very late |
To strike at me vpon his misconstruction, |
When he compact, and flattering his displeasure |
Tript me behind: being downe, insulted, rail'd, |
And put vpon him such a deale of Man, |
That worthied him, got praises of the King, |
For him attempting, who was selfe-subdued, |
And in the fleshment of this dead exploit, |
Drew on me here againe |
Kent. None of these Rogues, and Cowards |
But Aiax is there Foole |
Corn. Fetch forth the Stocks? |
You stubborne ancient Knaue, you reuerent Bragart, |
Wee'l teach you |
Kent. Sir, I am too old to learne: |
Call not your Stocks for me, I serue the King. |
On whose imployment I was sent to you, |
You shall doe small respects, show too bold malice |
Against the Grace, and Person of my Master, |
Stocking his Messenger |
Corn. Fetch forth the Stocks; |
As I haue life and Honour, there shall he sit till Noone |
Reg. Till noone? till night my Lord, and all night too |
Kent. Why Madam, if I were your Fathers dog, |
You should not vse me so |
Reg. Sir, being his Knaue, I will. |
Stocks brought out. |
Cor. This is a Fellow of the selfe same colour, |
Our Sister speakes of. Come, bring away the Stocks |
Glo. Let me beseech your Grace, not to do so, |
The King his Master, needs must take it ill |
That he so slightly valued in his Messenger, |
Should haue him thus restrained |
Cor. Ile answere that |
Reg. My Sister may recieue it much more worsse, |
To haue her Gentleman abus'd, assaulted |
Corn. Come my Lord, away. |
Enter. |
Glo. I am sorry for thee friend, 'tis the Dukes pleasure, |
Whose disposition all the world well knowes |
Will not be rub'd nor stopt, Ile entreat for thee |
Kent. Pray do not Sir, I haue watch'd and trauail'd hard, |
Some time I shall sleepe out, the rest Ile whistle: |
A good mans fortune may grow out at heeles: |
Giue you good morrow |
Glo. The Duke's too blame in this, |
'Twill be ill taken. |
Enter. |
Kent. Good King, that must approue the common saw, |
Thou out of Heauens benediction com'st |
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