Glou. How fell you out? say that.[3228][3229]
Kent. No contraries hold more antipathy
Than I and such a knave.
Corn. Why dost thou call him knave? What is his fault?[3230]
Kent. His countenance likes me not. 85
Corn. No more perchance does mine, nor his, nor hers.[3231]
Kent. Sir, 'tis my occupation to be plain:
I have seen better faces in my time
Than stands on any shoulders that I see[3232]
Before me at this instant.
Corn. This is some fellow,[3233][3234] 90
Who, having been praised for bluntness, doth affect[3233]
A saucy roughness, and constrains the garb[3233][3235]
Quite from his nature: he cannot flatter, he,—[3233][3236]
An honest mind and plain,—he must speak truth![3233][3237]
An they will take it, so; if not, he's plain.[3233][3238] 95
These kind of knaves I know, which in this plainness[3233][3239]
Harbour more craft and more corrupter ends[3233][3240]
Than twenty silly ducking observants[3233][3241]
That stretch their duties nicely.[3233]
Kent. Sir, in good faith, in sincere verity,[3242] 100
Under the allowance of your great aspect,[3243]
Whose influence, like the wreath of radiant fire
On flickering Phœbus' front,—
Corn. What mean'st by this?[3244]
Kent. To go out of my dialect, which you discommend[3245]
so much. I know, sir, I am no flatterer: he that beguiled[3246] 105
you in a plain accent was a plain knave; which, for my
part, I will not be, though I should win your displeasure to[3247]
entreat me to't.[3247][3248]