Why, what a monstrous fellow art thou, thus to rail
on one that is neither known of thee nor knows thee!


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


Away! I have nothing to do with thee.


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.


Help, ho! murder! help!


Strike, you slave; stand, rogue, stand; you neat
slave, strike.

Beating him


Help, ho! murder! murder!

Enter EDMUND, with his rapier drawn, CORNWALL, REGAN, GLOUCESTER, and Servants


How now! What's the matter?


With you, goodman boy, an you please: come, I'll
flesh ye; come on, young master.


Weapons! arms! What 's the matter here?


Keep peace, upon your lives:
He dies that strikes again. What is the matter?


The messengers from our sister and the king.

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