Corn. What was the offence you gave him?[3249]
Osw. I never gave him any:[3250][3251] 110
It pleased the king his master very late[3251][3252]
To strike at me, upon his misconstruction;[3251][3253]
When he, conjunct, and flattering his displeasure,[3254]
Tripp'd me behind; being down, insulted, rail'd,
And put upon him such a deal of man,[3255] 115
That worthied him, got praises of the king[3255]
For him attempting who was self-subdued;
And in the fleshment of this dread exploit[3256]
Drew on me here again.[3257]
Kent. None of these rogues and cowards[3258]
But Ajax is their fool.[3258][3259]
Corn. Fetch forth the stocks! 120
You stubborn ancient knave, you reverend braggart,[3260]
We'll teach you—[3261]
Kent. Sir, I am too old to learn:[3262]
Call not your stocks for me: I serve the king,[3262]
On whose employment I was sent to you:[3262][3263]
You shall do small respect, show too bold malice[3264] 125
Against the grace and person of my master,
Stocking his messenger.[3265]
Corn. Fetch forth the stocks! As I have life and honour,[3266][3267]
There shall he sit till noon.[3266]
Reg. Till noon! till night, my lord, and all night too.[3268] 130
Kent. Why, madam, if I were your father's dog,[3269]
You should not use me so.[3269][3270]
Reg. Sir, being his knave, I will.
Corn. This is a fellow of the self-same colour[3271]
Our sister speaks of. Come, bring away the stocks!