SCENE V.
Enter Kent, and Steward, severally.
Stew.
Good † note evening 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 Lipsbury 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
woosted-stocking knave; a lilly-liver'd, action-taking, Whorson:
Glass-gazing, super-serviceable 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 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?
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Kent.
What a brazen-fac'd varlet art thou to deny thou
knowest me? is it two days since I tript up thy heels, and beat
thee before the King? draw you rogue, for tho' it be night,
yet the moon shines; I'll make a sop o'th' moonshine of you,
you whorson culleinly barber-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 Vanity 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! murther! help!—
Kent.
Strike, you slave; stand, rogue, stand, you neat slave,
strike.
[Beating him.
Stew.
Help ho! murther! murther!—
George Sewell [1723–5], The works of Shakespear in six [seven] volumes. Collated and Corrected by the former Editions, By Mr. Pope ([Vol. 7] Printed by J. Darby, for A. Bettesworth [and] F. Fayram [etc.], London) [word count] [S11101].