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? Part!
KENT.
With you, goodman boy, if you please: come, I’ll flesh ye; 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?