REGAN.
Till noon! Till night, my lord; and all night too!
KENT.
Why, madam, if I were your father’s dog,
You should not use me so.
REGAN.
Sir, being his knave, I will.
[Stocks brought out.]
CORNWALL.
This is a fellow of the selfsame colour
Our sister speaks of. Come, bring away the stocks!
GLOUCESTER.
Let me beseech your grace not to do so:
His fault is much, and the good King his master
Will check him for’t: your purpos’d low correction
Is such as basest and contemned’st wretches
For pilferings and most common trespasses,
Are punish’d with. The King must take it ill
That he, so slightly valued in his messenger,
Should have him thus restrained.
CORNWALL.
I’ll answer that.
REGAN.
My sister may receive it much more worse,
To have her gentleman abus’d, assaulted,
For following her affairs. Put in his legs.
[Kent is put in the stocks.]
CORNWALL.
Come, my good lord, away.