Edm. ^note
How now! What's the matter? [Parting them. ^note

Kent.
With you, goodman boy, an ^note you please: come, ^note
I'll flesh ^note you ^note; come on, young master. ^note

Glou.
Weapons! arms! ^note What's the matter here?

Corn.
Keep peace, upon your lives;
He dies that strikes again. What is ^note the matter? ^note

Reg.
The messengers ^note from our sister and the king. ^note

Corn.
What is ^note your difference? speak. ^note

Osw.
I am scarce in breath, my lord.

Kent.

No marvel, you have so bestirred your valour.

You cowardly rascal, nature disclaims in ^note thee: a tailor made thee.

Corn.

Thou art a strange fellow: a tailor make a man? ^{note note}

Kent.

Ay, ^note a tailor, sir: ^note a stone-cutter or a painter could not have made him so ill, though he ^note had been but two hours ^note at the ^note trade.

Corn.

Speak yet ^note, how grew your quarrel?

Osw.

This ancient ruffian ^note, sir, whose life I have spared ^note at suit of his gray beard,— ^note

Kent.

Thou whoreson zed! ^note thou unnecessary letter! My lord, if you will ^note give me leave, I will tread this unbolted villain into mortar, and daub the walls ^note of a jakes ^note with him. Spare my gray beard ^note, you wagtail?

Corn.
Peace, sirrah ^note!
You beastly knave, know you no reverence? ^{note note}

Kent.
Yes, sir; but anger hath ^note a privilege.

Corn.
Why art thou angry?

Kent.
That such a slave as this should wear a sword,
Who ^note wears no honesty. Such smiling rogues as these ^note,
Like rats, oft bite the holy ^note cords a-twain ^note

Which are too intrinse ^note to unloose; ^note smooth ^note every passion
That in the natures ^note of their lords rebel ^note;
Bring ^note oil to fire ^note, snow to their ^note colder moods;
Renege ^note, affirm, and turn their halcyon beaks
With every gale ^note and vary ^note of their masters,
Knowing ^note nought ^note, like dogs ^note, but following.
A plague upon your epileptic visage!
Smile you ^note my speeches, as I were a fool? ^note
Goose, if ^note I had you upon Sarum plain,
I'ld drive ye ^note cackling home to Camelot ^note.

Corn.
What, art thou mad, old fellow?

Glou.
How fell you out? ^note say that. ^{note note}

Kent.
No contraries hold more antipathy
Than I and such a knave. ^note

Corn.
Why dost thou call him knave? What is his fault ^note?

Kent.
His countenance likes me not.

Corn.
No more perchance does ^note mine, nor his, nor ^note hers.

Kent.
Sir, 'tis my occupation to be plain:
I have seen better faces in my time
Than ^note stands ^note on any shoulders that I see
Before me at this instant.

Corn.
This is some ^note fellow,
Who, having been praised for bluntness, doth affect
A saucy roughness ^note, and constrains the garb
Quite from his nature: he cannot ^note flatter, he,—
An honest mind and plain ^note,—he must speak truth!
An ^note they will take it, so ^note; if not, he's plain.
These kind of knaves I know, which in this plainness ^note
Harbour more craft and more ^note corrupter ends
Than twenty silly ^note ducking ^note observants
That stretch their duties nicely. ^note

Kent.
Sir, in good faith, in ^note sincere verity,
Under the allowance of your great ^note aspect,
Whose influence, like the wreath of radiant fire
On ^note flickering ^note Phœbus' front,— ^note

Corn.
What mean'st by ^note this?

Kent.

To go out of my dialect ^note, which you discommend so much. I know, sir, I am no flatterer: he ^note that beguiled ^note you in a plain accent was a plain knave; which, for my

part, I will not be, though I should win your displeasure to entreat ^note me to't ^note.

Corn.
What was ^note the offence you gave him?

Osw.
I never gave him any ^note:
It pleased the king his master very late ^note
To strike at me, upon his misconstruction ^note; ^note
When he, conjunct ^note, and flattering his displeasure,
Tripp'd me behind; being down, insulted, rail'd,
And put upon him such a deal of man,
That ^note worthied him, got praises of the king
For him attempting who was self-subdued;
And in the fleshment ^note of this dread ^note exploit
Drew on me here again ^note.

Kent.
None of these rogues and cowards
But Ajax ^note is their ^note fool ^{note note}.

Corn.
Fetch forth the stocks! ^note
You stubborn ancient ^{note note} knave, you reverend ^note braggart,
We'll teach you— ^note

Kent.
Sir, ^note I am too old to learn:

Call not your stocks for me: I serve the king,
On whose employment ^note I was sent to you ^note:
You shall ^note do small respect ^note, show too bold malice
Against the grace and person of my master,
Stocking ^note his messenger.

Corn.
Fetch forth the stocks! ^note As I have life and honour ^note,
There shall he sit till noon. ^note

Reg.
Till noon! ^note till night, my lord, and all night too.

Kent.
Why, madam, if I were your father's dog,
You should ^note not use me so. ^note

Reg.
Sir, being his knave, I will.

Corn.
This is a fellow of the self-same colour ^note
Our sister speaks of ^note. Come ^note, bring away the stocks! [Stocks brought out. ^note

Glou.
Let me beseech your grace not to do so:
His fault is much, and the good king his master
Will check him for't: your purposed low correction
Is such as basest ^note and contemned'st ^note wretches
For pilferings and most common trespasses
Are punish'd with: the king must take it ill,
That he, so slightly valued in his messenger,
Should ^note have him thus restrain'd. ^note

Corn.
I'll answer that.

Reg.
My sister may receive it much more ^note worse,

To have her gentleman ^note abused, assaulted,
For following her affairs. Put in his legs. ^{note note} [Kent ^note is put in the stocks.
Come ^note, my good lord ^note, away. [Exeunt ^note all but Gloucester and Kent. ^note

Glou.
I am ^note sorry for thee, friend; 'tis the duke's ^note pleasure,
Whose disposition, all the world well knows,
Will not be rubb'd ^note nor stopp'd: I'll entreat for thee.

Kent.
Pray ^note, do not, sir: I have ^note watch'd and travell'd ^note hard;
Some time ^note I shall sleep out ^note, the rest I'll whistle.
A good man's fortune may grow out at heels:
Give you good morrow!

Glou.
The duke's to blame ^note in this; 'twill be ill taken ^note. ^{note note} [Exit. ^note

Kent.
Good king, that must approve the common saw,
Thou ^note out of heaven's benediction comest
To the warm sun! ^note
Approach, thou beacon to this under globe,
That by thy comfortable beams I may

Peruse this letter! Nothing almost sees miracles ^{note note}
But misery: I know ^note 'tis from Cordelia,
Who hath most ^note fortunately been inform'd
Of my obscured course; and ^note shall find time
From ^note this enormous state, seeking ^note to give
Losses their remedies. ^note All weary and o'er-watch'd, ^note
Take ^note vantage, heavy eyes, not to behold
This shameful lodging.
Fortune, good night: smile once more; turn ^note thy wheel! ^note [Sleeps. ^{note note}

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