This is some fellow,
Who having been prais’d for bluntness, doth affect
A saucy roughness and constrains the garb
Quite from his nature: he can’t 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
Harbor more craft, and far corrupter ends,
Than twenty silly, ducking observants,
That stretch their duty nicely.