This speech is used in our interview with Paul Sugarman
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Kent 1086 Fellow, I know thee. Oswald 1087 What dost thou know me for? Kent 1088 A knave, a rascal, an eater of broken meats; a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited, 1089 hundred-pound, filthy, worsted-stocking knave; a lily-livered, action-taking, whoreson, glass- 1090 gazing, super-serviceable, finical rogue; one-trunk-inheriting slave. One that wouldst be a bawd in 1091 way of good service, and art nothing but the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pander, and 1092 the son and heir of a mongrel bitch--one whom I will beat into clamorous whining if thou deny'st 1093 the least syllable of thy addition. Oswald 1094 Why, what a monstrous fellow art thou, thus to rail on one that is neither known of thee, nor knows thee? Kent 1095 What a brazen-faced varlet art thou, to deny thou knowest me! Is it two days since I tripped up thy 1096 heels and beat thee before the king? [Drawing his sword] Draw, you rogue, for though it be night 1097 yet the moon shines. I'll make a sop o'th'moonshine of you, you whoreson cullionly barber-monger. 1098 Draw!