exceptless

Had I a steward
So true , so just , and now so comfortable ?
It almost turns my dangerous nature mild .
Let me behold thy face . Surely this man
Was born of woman .
Forgive my general and exceptless rashness ,
You perpetual-sober gods . I do proclaim
One honest man — mistake me not , but one ;
No more , I pray ! — and he’s a steward .
How fain would I have hated all mankind ,
And thou redeem’st thyself . But all , save thee ,
I fell with curses .
Methinks thou art more honest now than wise ,
For by oppressing and betraying me
Thou mightst have sooner got another service ;
For many so arrive at second masters
Upon their first lord’s neck . But tell me true —
For I must ever doubt , though ne’er so sure —
Is not thy kindness subtle , covetous ,
A usuring kindness , and as rich men deal gifts ,
Expecting in return twenty for one ?