Thou whoreson zed! thou unnecessary letter! My lord, if you will give me leave, I will tread this unbolted villain into mortar, and daub the wall of a jakes with him. Spare my gray beard, you wagtail? CORNWALL Peace, sirrah! You beastly knave, know you no reverence? KENT Yes, sir; but anger hath a privilege. CORNWALL Why art thou angry? KENT That such a slave as this should wear a sword, Who wears no honesty. Such smiling rogues as these, Like rats, oft bite the holy cords a-twain Which…
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