Originally Posted by marc237
Do you think me so ignorant of the world, as to imagine that I am to prescribe to a gentleman what company he is to have at his table?
Good guess. I was thinking Lear, but I botched the intro line a bit:
OSWALD: What dost thou know me for?
KENT: A knave; a rascal; an eater of broken meats; a
\tbase, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited,
\thundred-pound, filthy, worsted-stocking knave; a
\tlily-livered, action-taking knave, a whoreson,
\tglass-gazing, super-serviceable finical rogue;
\tone-trunk-inheriting slave; one that wouldst be a
\tbawd, in way of good service, and art nothing but
\tthe composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pandar,
\tand the son and heir of a mongrel bitch: one whom I
\twill beat into clamorous whining, if thou deniest
\tthe least syllable of thy addition.