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Lear. Ay, boy.
Fool. Then, I pr'ythee, be merry; thy wit father.-Be my horses ready? shall not go slip shod. Lear. Ha, ha, ha!
Fool. Shalt see, thy other daughter will use thee kindly: for though she's as like this as a crab is like an apple, yet I can tell what I can tell.
Lear. Why, what can'st thou tell, my boy? Fool. She will taste as like this, as a crab does to a crab. Thou canst tell, why one's nose stands I'the middle of his face?
Fool. Why, to keep his eyes on either side his nose; that what a man cannot smell out, he may spy into.
Lear. I did her wrong;
Fool. Canst tell how an oyster makes his shell?
Fool. Nor I neither; but I can tell why snail has a house.
Fool. Why, to put his head in; not to give it away to his daughters, and leave his horns without a case.
This weaves itself perforce into my business!
Lear. I will forget my nature. So kind a
Brother, a word; descend :-Brother, I say;
Edg. I am sure on't, not a word.
Edm. I hear my father coming,-Pardon me:In cunning, I must draw my sword upon you:Draw: Seem to defend yourself: now quit you
Fool. Thy asses are gone about 'em. The reason why the seven stars are no more than seven, is a pretty reason.
Lear. Because they are not eight?
Fool. Yes, indeed: thouwould'st make a good fool. Lear. To take it again perforce !-Monster ingratitude!
Fool. If thou wert my fool, nuncle, I'd have thee beaten for being old before thy time. Lear. How's that?
Fool. Thou should'st not have been old, before thou hadst been wise.
Lear. O let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven! Keep me in temper: I would not be mad!Enter Gentleman.
How now! are the horses ready?
Gent. Ready, my lord.
Lear. Come, buy.
Fool. She that is maid now, and laughs at my Shall not be a maid long, unless things be cut shorter. [exeunt.
Yield: come before my father; Light, ho
Fly, brother:-Torches! torches!-So, farewell.-
Enter Gloster, and Servants with torches.
Mumbling of wicked charms, conjuring the moon
Glo. But where is he?
Edm. Look, sir, I bleed.
Glo. Where is the villain, Edmund? [could-
Glo. Let him fly far:
Not in this land shall he remain uncaught
My worthy arch and patron, comes to-night;
That he, which finds him, shall deserve our thanks, | Natures of such deep trust we shall much need
You we first seize on.
Edm. When I dissuaded him from his intent,
To thy suggestion, plot, and damned practice:
Glo. Strong and fasten'd villain!
Would he deny his letter?—I never got him.
All ports I'll bar; the villain shall not 'scape;
Enter Cornwall, Regan, and Attendants. Corn. How now, my noble friend? since I came hither [news. (Which I can call but now,) I have heard strange Reg. If it be true, all vengeance comes too short, Which can pursue the offender. How dost, my [crack'd! Glo. O, madam, my old heart is crack'd, is Reg. What, did my father's godson seek your He whom my father nam'd?-your Edgar? [life? Glo. O, lady, lady, shame would have it hid! Reg. Was he not companion with the riotous That tend upon my father? [knights
Glo. I know not, madam:
It is too bad, too bad
Edm. Yes, madam, he was. Reg. No marvel then, though he were ill affected; 'Tis they have put him on the old man's death, To have the waste and spoil of his revenues. I have this present evening from my sister Been well inform'd of them; and with such cautions,
Edm. I shall serve you, sir.
Truly, however else.
Edm. 'Twas my duty, sir.
Glo. He did bewray his practice; and receiv'd This hurt you see, striving to apprehend him.
Corn. Is he pursued?
Glo. Ay, my good lord, he is.
Corn. If he be taken, he shall never more
Whose virtue and obedience doth this instant
Glo. For him, I thank your grace. [you,-
Stew. Why, then I care not for thee.
Kent. If I had thee in Lipsbury pinfold, I would make thee care for me.
Stew. Why dost thou use me thus? I know thee not.
Kent. Fellow, I know thee.
Stew. What dost thou know me for? Kent. A knave; a rascal, an eater of broken meats; a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, threesuited, hundred-pound, filthy worsted-stocking knave; a lily-liver'd, action-taking knave; a whoreson, glass-gazing, super-serviceable, finical rogue; one-trunk-inheriting slave; one that would'st be a bawd, in way of good service, and art nothing but the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pander, and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch: one whom I will beat into clamorous whining, if thou deniest the least syllable of thy addition.
Stew. Why, what a monstrous fellow art thou thus to rail on one, that is neither known of the nor knows thee!
That, if they come to sojourn at my house,
Kent. What a brazen-faced varlet art thou, to deny thou know'st me! Is it two days ago, since I tripped up thy heels, and heat thee, before the king? Draw, you rogue: for, though it he night,
Corn. Nor I, assure thee, Regan.
Edmund, I bear that you have shown your father the moon shines; I'll make a sop o'the moonshine
of you: draw, you whoreson cullionly barber
Stew. Help, ho! murder! help!
Kent. Strike you slave; stand, rogue, stand; you neat slave, strike.
Stew. Help, ho! murder! murder
Harbour more craft, and more corrupter ends,
Kent. Sir, in good sooth, in sincere verity,
Corn. 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 beguiled you in a plain accent, was a plain knave; which, for my part, I will not be, though I should win your displeasure to entreat me to it.
Corn. What was the offence you gave him?
Kent. Ay, a tailor, sir: a stone-cutter, or a painter, could not have made him so ill, though they had been but two hours at the trade.
It pleas'd the king, his master, very late,
Corn. Speak yet, how grew your quarrel?
For him attempting who was self-subdu'd;
Kent. None of these rogues, and cowards,
Corn. Fetch forth the stocks, ho!
Enter Edmund, Cornwall, Regan, Gloster, and
Glo. Weapons! arms! What's the matter here?
Corn. What is your difference? speak.
Kent. No marvel, you have so bestirred your valour. You cowardly rascal, nature disclaims in thee; a tailor made thee.
Corn. Thou art a strange fellow: a tailor make
At suit of his grey beard,
Kent. Thou whoreson zed! thou unnecessary letter! My lord, if you will give me leave, I will tread this unbolted villain into mortar, and daub the wall of a jakes with him.-Spare my grey beard, you wagtail!
Corn. Peace, sirrah!
You beastly knave, know you no reverence?
Kent. That such a slave as this should wear a
You stubborn antient knave, you reverend braggart,
Kent. Sir, I am too old to learn:
Call not your stocks for me: I serve the king;
Corn. Fetch forth the stocks!
As I've life and honour, there shall he sit till noon.
Reg. Sir, being his knave, I will.
[stocks brought out. Corn. This is a fellow of the self-same colour Our sister speaks of:-Come, bring away the stocks.
Glo. Let me beseech your grace not to do so: His fault is much, and the good king his master Will check him for't: your purpos'd low correc
Is such, as basest and contemmed'st wretches,
Corn. I'll answer that.
Reg. My sister may receive it much more worer, To have her gentleman abus'd, assaulted, For following her affairs.-Put in his leg [Kent is put in the stocks. away.
Come, my good lord;
[exeunt Reg. and Corn. Glo. I am sorry for thee, friend; 'tis the duke's pleasure,
Corn. This is some fellow, [affect Who, having been prais'd for bluntness, doth A saucy roughness; and constrains the garb, Quite from his nature: he cannot flatter, he !An honest mind and plain, he must speak truth: An they will take it, so; if not, he's plain. [ness These kind of knaves I know, which in this plain-Whose disposition, all the world well knows,
Will not be rubb'd, nor stopp'd: I'll entreat for | legs; when a man is over-lusty at legs, then he thee.
wears wooden nether stocks.
Lear. What's he, that hath so much thy place To set thee here?
Kent. It is both he and she,
Your son and daughter.
Kent. Pray, do not, sir: I have watch'd, and travell'd hard;
Some time I shall sleep out, the rest I'll whistle. A good man's fortune may grow out at heels: Give you good morrow!
Glo. The duke's to blame in this; 'twill be ill [exit.
Kent. Good king, that must approve the common saw!
Thou out of heaven's benediction com'st
Approach, thou beacon to this under globe,
Take vantage, heavy eyes, not to behold
This shameful lodging. [he sleeps. Fortune, good night; smile once more; turn thy
SCENE III. A PART OF THE HEATH.
Edg. I heard myself proclaim'd; And, by the happy hollow of a tree, Escap'd the hunt. No port is free; no place, That guard, and most unusual vigilance, Does not attend my taking. While I may 'scape I will preserve myself; and am bethought To take the basest and most poorest shape, That ever penury, in contempt of man, Brought near to beast: my face I'll grime with filth;
Blanket my loins: elf all my hair in knots,
SCENE IV. BEFORE GLOSTER'S CASTLE.
Lear. 'Tis strange, that they should so depart from home,
And not send back my messenger.
Gent. As I learn'd,
The night before there was no purpose in them Of this remove.
Kent. Hail to thee, noble master!
Mak'st thou this shame thy pastime ?
Kent. No, my lord.
Fool. Ha, ha; look! he wears cruel garters! Horses are tied by the heads; dogs, and bears, by the neck; monkeys by the loins; and men by the
Lear. No, I say.
Kent. I say, yea.
Lear. No, no; they would not.
Lear. By Jupiter, I swear, no.
Kent. My lord, when at their home
I did commend your highness' letters to them,
Which presently they read; on whose contents,
Fool. Winter's not gone yet if the wild geese fly that way.
Fathers, that wear rags,
Do make their children blind;
Shall see their children kind.
But, for all this, thou shalt have as many dolours for thy daughters, as thou canst tell in a year. Lear. O, how this mother swells up toward my heart!
Hysterica passio! down, thou climbing sorrow,
Gent. Made you no more offence than what Kent. None. [you speak of?
How chance the king comes with so small a train? Fool. An thou hast been set i'the stocks for that question, thou hadst well deserved it.
Kent. Why, fool?
Fool. We'll set thee to school to an ant, to teach thee there's no labouring in the winter. All that follow their noses, are led by their eyes, but blind men; and there's not a nose among twenty, but can smell him that's stinking. Let go thy hold, when a great wheel runs down a hill,
sest it break thy neck with following it: but the | I have to think so: if thou shouldst not be glad, great one that goes up the hill, let him draw thee I would divorce me from thy mother's tomb after. When a wise man gives thee better counsel, Sepúlch'ring an adultress.-O, are you free give me mine again: I would have none but knaves follow it, since a fool gives it.
Reg. I pray you, sir, take patience; I have hope,
That, sir, which serves and seeks for gain,
But I will tarry; the fool will stay,
The knave turns fool, that runs away;
Re-enter Lear, with Gloster.
Lear. Deny to speak with me? They are sick?
They have travell'd hard to-night? Mere fetches;
Fetch me a better answer.
Glo. My dear lord,
You know the fiery quality of the duke;
In his own course.
Lear. Vengeance! plague! death! confusion!Fiery! what quality? Why, Gloster, Gloster, I'd speak with the duke of Cornwall and his wife. Glo. Well, my good lord, I have inform'd them [me, man? Lear. Inform'd them? Dost thou understand Glo. Ay, my good lord. Lear. The king would speak with Cornwall; the dear father [service: Would with his daughter speak, commands her Are they inform'd of this?-My breath and blood!
Fiery? the fiery duke?- Tell the hot duke, that
For the sound man.-Death on my state where-
Till it cry- -Sleep to death.
Glo. I'd have all well betwixt you. [exit.
Fool. Cry to it, nuncle, as the cockney did to the eels, when she put them i'the paste alive; she rapp'd 'em o'the coxcombs with a stick, and cried, Down, wantons, down: 'Twas her brother, that, in pure kindness to his horse, butter'd his hay. Enter Cornwall, Regan, Gloster, and Servants.
Lear. Good morrow to you both.
Corn. Hail to your grace! [Kent is set at liberty.
Lear. Say, how is that?
Reg. I cannot think, my sister in the least
Lear. My curses on her!
Reg. O sir, you are old;
Do you but mark how this becomes the house:
Lear. Never, Regan:
She hath abated me of half my train;
Corn. Fie, fie, fie!
Reg. O the blest gods!
So will you wish on me, when the rash mood's on.
Reg. Good sir, to the purpose. [trumpets within.
Reg. I know't, my sister's: this approves her letter, [come? That she would soon be here.-Is your lady