Enter KENT disguised and OSWALD the steward, severally
Good dawning to thee, friend. Art of this house?
Where may we set our horses?
5Prithee, if thou lovest me, tell me.
Why, then, I care not for thee.
If I had thee in Lipsbury pinfold, I would make thee care
10Why dost thou use me thus? I know thee not.
Fellow, I know thee.
What dost thou know me for?
A knave, a rascal, an eater of broken meats; a base, proud,
shallow, beggarly, three-suited, hundred-pound, filthy,
worsted-stocking knave; a lily-livered, action-taking knave;
a whoreson, glass-gazing, super-serviceable finical rogue;
one-trunk-inheriting slave; one that wouldst 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
mongrel bitch; one whom I will beat into clamorous whining
if thou deniest the least syllable of thy addition.