Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Corn. Corn.
Corn. What art thou mad old Fellow?
Glost. Glost.
Glost. How fell you out, say that?
Kent. Kent.
Kent. No contraries hold more antipathy,
Kent. Then I, and such a knaue.
Corn. Why do'st thou call him Knaue?
Corn. What is his fault?
Kent. His countenance likes me not.
Cor. Cor.
Cor. No more perchance do's mine, nor his, nor hers
Kent. Sir, 'tis my occupation to be plaine,
Kent. I haue seene better faces in my Time,
Kent. Then stands on any shoulder that I see
Kent. Before me, at this instant.