CORNWALL
What is your difference? speak. OSWALD
I am scarce in breath, my lord. KENT
No marvel, you have so bestirred your valour. You cowardly rascal, nature disclaims in thee: a tailor made
thee. CORNWALL
Thou art a strange fellow: a tailor make a man? KENT
Ay, a tailor, sir: a stone-cutter or painter could not have made him so ill, though he had been but two hours
at the trade. CORNWALL
Speak yet, how grew your quarrel? OSWALD
This ancient ruffian, sir, whose life I have spared at 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? CORNWALL
Peace, sirrah! You beastly knave, know you no reverence? KENT
Yes, sir; but anger hath a privilege. CORNWALL
Why art thou angry? KENT
That such a slave as this should wear a sword, 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.
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