« הקודםהמשך »
You beastly knave, know you no reverence ?
Kent. Yes, sir; but anger has a privilege.
Corn. What, art thou mad, old fellow?
out? Say that.
Kent. No contraries hold more antipathy, Than I and such a knave. Corn. Why dost thou call him knave? What's his Corn. No more, perchance, does mine, or his, or
offence? Kent. His countenance likes me not.5
2 Disowned. 3 The bird called the king-fisher, which, when dried and hung up by a thread, is supposed to turn his bill to the point from whence the wind blows. 4 In Somersetshire where are bred great quantities of geese.
5i.e. Pleases me not.
This is some fellow,
Kent. Sir, in good sooth, in sincere verity,
What mean'st by this? Kent. To go out of my dialect, which you discommend so much. I know, sir, I am no flatterer: he that beguiled you, in a plain accent, was a plain knave; which, for my part, I will not be, though I should win your displeasure to entreat me to it.
Corn. What was the offence you gave him?
Never any :
6 Simple or rustick.
Tripp'd me behind; being down, insulted, rail'd,
Kent. None of these rogues, and cowards,
Fetch forth the stocks, ho!
Sir, I am too old to learn :
Fetch forth the stocks :
too. Kent. Why, madam, if I were your father's dog, You should not use me so. Reg.
Sir, being his knave, I will.
[Stocks brought out. Corn. This is a fellow of the self-same colour Our sister speaks of:-Come, bring away the stocks.
Glo. Let me beseech your grace not to do so: His fault is much, and the good king his master Will check him for’t: your purpos'd low correction Is such, as basest and contemned'st-wretches,
7 i. e. Ajax is a fool to them.
For pilferings and most common trespasses,
I'll answer that.
receive it much more worse, To have her gentleman abus'd, assaulted, For following her affairs.-Put in his legs.
[KENT is put in the Stocks. Come, my good lord ; away.
[Exeunt REGAN and CornwALL. Glo. I am sorry for thee, friend ; 'tis the duke's
pleasure, Whose disposition, all the world well knows, Will not be rubb'd, nor stopp'd: I'll entreat for thee. Kent. Pray, do not, sir; I have watch'd, and tra
vell’d hard ; Some time I shall sleep out, the rest I'll whistle. A good man's fortune may grow out at heels : Give you good morrow! Glo. The duke's to blame in this; 'twill be ill taken.
[Exit. Kent. Good king, that must approve the common
Thou out of heaven's benediction com'st
& Saying or proyerb.
Of my obscured course ; and shall find time
A Part of the Heath.
Edg. I heard myself proclaim'd;
fairies in the night.