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REGAN . Thus out of season , threading dark - ey’d night : Occasions , noble Gloucester , of some poise , Wherein we must have use of your advice . Our father he hath writ , so hath our sister , Of differences , which I best thought it fit To answer from our home ; the several messengers From hence attend dispatch . Our good old friend , Lay comforts to your bosom ; and bestow Your needful counsel to our business , Which craves the instant use . GLOUCESTER . I serve you , madam : Your graces are right welcome . [ Exeunt . Flourish . ] SCENE II . Before Gloucester’s Castle Enter Kent and Oswald , severally . OSWALD . Good dawning to thee , friend : art of this house ? KENT . Ay . OSWALD . Where may we set our horses ? KENT . I ’ the mire . OSWALD . Prythee , if thou lov’st me , tell me . KENT . I love thee not . OSWALD . Why then , I care not for thee . KENT . If I had thee in Lipsbury pinfold , I would make thee care for me . OSWALD . Why dost thou use me thus ? I know thee not . KENT . Fellow , I know thee . OSWALD . What dost thou know me for ? KENT . A knave ; a rascal ; an eater of broken meats ; a base , proud , shallow , beggarly , three - suited , hundred - pound , filthy , worsted - stocking knave ; a lily - livered , action - taking , whoreson , glass - gazing , super - serviceable , finical rogue ; one trunk - inheriting slave ; one that wouldst be a bawd in way of good service , and art nothing but the composition of a knave , beggar , coward , pander , and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch : one whom I will beat into clamorous whining , if thou deniest the least syllable of thy addition . OSWALD . Why , what a monstrous fellow art thou , thus to rail on one that’s neither known of thee nor knows thee ? KENT . What a brazen - faced varlet art thou , to deny thou knowest me ! Is it two days ago since I tripped up thy heels and beat thee before the King ? Draw , you rogue : for , though it be night , yet the moon shines ; I’ll make a sop o ’ the moonshine of you : draw , you whoreson cullionly barber - monger , draw ! [ Drawing his sword . ] OSWALD . Away ! I have nothing to do with thee . KENT . Draw , you rascal : you come with letters against the King ; and take vanity the puppet’s part against the royalty of her father : draw , you rogue , or I’ll so carbonado your shanks : — draw , you rascal ; come your ways ! OSWALD . Help , ho ! murder ! help ! KENT . Strike , you slave ; stand , rogue , stand ; you neat slave , strike ! [ Beating him . ] OSWALD . Help , ho ! murder ! murder ! Enter Edmund , Cornwall , Regan , Gloucester and Servants . EDMUND . How now ! What’s the matter ? Part ! KENT . With you , goodman boy , if you please : come , I’ll flesh ye ; come on , young master . GLOUCESTER . Weapons ! arms ! What’s the matter here ? CORNWALL . Keep peace , upon your lives , he dies that strikes again . What is the matter ? REGAN . The messengers from our sister and the King . CORNWALL . What is your difference ? Speak . OSWALD . I am scarce in breath , my lord . KENT . No marvel , you have so bestirr’d your valour . You cowardly rascal , nature disclaims in thee ; a tailor made thee . CORNWALL . Thou art a strange fellow : a tailor make a man ?
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