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Samuel Johnson [1765], The plays of William Shakespeare, in eight volumes, with the corrections and illustrations of Various Commentators; To which are added notes by Sam. Johnson (Printed for J. and R. Tonson [and] C. Corbet [etc.], London) [word count] [S11001].
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SCENE V. Enter Kent, and Steward, severally.

Stew.

4 note

Good dawning to thee, friend. Art of this house?

Kent.

Ay.

Stew.

Where may we set our horses?

Kent.

I'th' mire.

Stew.

Pr'ythee, if thou lov'st me, tell me.

Kent.

I love thee not.

Stew.

Why then I care not for thee.

Kent.

If I had thee in 5 noteLipsbury pinfold, I would make thee care for me.

Stew.

Why dost thou use me thus? I know thee not.

Kent.

Fellow, I know thee.

Stew.

What dost thou know me for?

Kent.

A knave, a rascal, an eater of broken meats, a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited, hundred-pound, filthy, worsted-stocking knave; a lilly-liver'd, action-taking knave; a whorson, glass-gazing, super-serviceable, finical rogue; one-trunk-inheriting slave; one that would'st be a bawd in way of

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good service; and art nothing but the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pander, and the son and heir of a mungril bitch; one whom I will beat into clam'rous whining, if thou deny'st the least syllable 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, 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 tho' it be night, yet the moon shines; 6 note



I'll make a sop o'th' moonshine of you. You whoreson, cullionly * notebarber-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 7 noteVanity the Puppet's part, against the royalty of her father. Draw, you rogue, or I'll so carbonado your shanks—Draw, you rascal. Come your ways.

Stew.

Help, ho! murder! help!—

Kent.

Strike, you slave. Stand, rogue, stand, you noteneat slave, strike.

[Beating him.

Stew.

Help ho! murder! murder!—

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Samuel Johnson [1765], The plays of William Shakespeare, in eight volumes, with the corrections and illustrations of Various Commentators; To which are added notes by Sam. Johnson (Printed for J. and R. Tonson [and] C. Corbet [etc.], London) [word count] [S11001].
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