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KENT

I’th’mire.

OSWALD
Prithee, if thou lov’st me, tell me. [5]

KENT
I love thee not.

OSWALD
Why, then I care not for thee.

KENT
If I had thee in Lipsbury pinfold, I would make thee care for me.

OSWALD
Why dost thou use me thus? I know thee not. [10]

KENT

Fellow, I know thee.

OSWALD

What dost thou know me for?

KENT
A knave, a rascal, an eater of broken meats; a base, proud, shallow,
beggarly, three-suited, hundred-pound, filthy worsted-stocking knave; a lily-
livered, action-taking, [15] whoreson, glass-gazing, super-serviceable, finical
rogue; one-trunk-inheriting slave; one that wouldst be a bawd in way of good

service, and art nothing but the composition of a knave, beggar, coward,
pandar, and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch: one whom I will beat into
clamorous [20] whining if thou deni’st the least syllable of thy addition.

OSWALD
Why, what a monstrous fellow art thou, thus to rail on one that is neither

known of thee nor knows thee!