Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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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.
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?