Page 1826 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

KENT

His countenance likes me not.

CORNWALL
No more, perchance, does mine, nor his, nor hers. [85]

KENT
Sir, ’tis my occupation to be plain:
I have seen better faces in my time

Than stands on any shoulder that I see
Before me at this instant.

CORNWALL
This is some fellow,
Who, having been prais’d for bluntness, doth affect [90]
A saucy roughness, and constrains the garb

Quite from his nature; he cannot flatter, he,
An honest mind and plain, he must speak truth:
And they will take it, so; if not, he’s plain.
These kind of knaves I know, which in this plainness [95]

Harbour more craft and more corrupter ends
Than twenty silly-ducking observants,
That stretch their duties nicely.

KENT
Sir, in good faith, in sincere verity,
Under th’allowance of your great aspect, [100]

Whose influence, like the wreath of radiant fire
On flick’ring Phoebus’ front, −

CORNWALL
What mean’st by this?

KENT
To go out of my dialect, which you discommend so much. I know, sir, I am no

flatterer: he that beguil’d you in a plain accent was a plain knave; which for
my part I will [105]