Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Kent. Kent.
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.
Corn. Corn.
Corn. This is some Fellow,
Corn. Who hauing beene prais'd for bluntnesse, doth affect
Corn. A saucy roughnes, and constraines the garb
Corn. Quite from his Nature. He cannot flatter he,
Corn. An honest mind and plaine, he must speake truth,
Corn. And they will take it so, if not, hee's plaine.
Corn. These kind of Knaues I know, which in this plainnesse
Corn. Harbour more craft, and more corrupter ends,
Corn. Then twenty silly‐ducking obseruants,
Corn. That stretch their duties nicely.