[Striking him.]
OSWALD.
I’ll not be struck, my lord.
KENT.
Nor tripp’d neither, you base football player.
[Tripping up his heels.]
LEAR.
I thank thee, fellow. Thou serv’st me, and I’ll love thee.
KENT.
Come, sir, arise, away! I’ll teach you differences: away, away! If you will measure your lubber’s length again, tarry; but away! go to; have you wisdom? So.
[Pushes Oswald out.]
LEAR.
Now, my friendly knave, I thank thee: there’s earnest of thy service.
[Giving Kent money.]
Enter Fool.