Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cor. Speake yet, how grew your quarrell?
Ste. Ste.
Ste. This ancient Ruffian Sir, whose life I haue spar'd
Ste. at sute of his gray‐beard.
Kent. Kent.
Kent. Thou whoreson Zed, thou vnnecessary letter:
Kent. my Lord, if you will giue me leaue, I will tread this vnboulted
Kent. villaine into morter, and daube the wall of a
Kent. Iakes with him. Spare my gray‐beard, you wagtaile?
Cor. Cor.
Cor. Peace sirrah,
Cor. You beastly knaue, know you no reuerence?
Kent. Yes Sir, but anger hath a priuiledge.
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,