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 beat thee and tripped up thy heels 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 barbermonger, 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?
KENT.
With you, goodman boy, an you please: come, I'll flesh you; 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.
