Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cor. Peace sirrah,
Cor. You beastly knaue, know you no reuerence?
Kent. Kent.
Kent. Yes Sir, but anger hath a priuiledge.
Cor. Cor.
Cor. Why art thou angrie?
Kent. That such a slaue as this should weare a Sword,
Kent. Who weares no honesty: such smiling rogues as these,
Kent. Like Rats oft bite the holy cords a twaine,
Kent. Which are t'intrince, t'vnloose: smooth euery passion
Kent. That in the natures of their Lords rebell,
Kent. Being oile to fire, snow to the colder moodes,
Kent. Reuenge, affirme, and turne their Halcion beakes
Kent. With euery gall, and varry of their Masters,
Kent. Knowing naught (like dogges) but following:
Kent. A plague vpon your Epilepticke visage,
Kent. Smoile you my speeches, as I were a Foole?
Kent. Goose, if I had you vpon Sarum Plaine,
Kent. I'ld driue ye cackling home to Camelot.