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Foole. Ha, ha, looke, he weares crewell garters,
Horses are tide by the heeles, dogs and beares
By the necke, munkies by the loines, and men
By the legs, when a man's ouer-lusty at legs,
Then he weares wooden neather-stockes.

Lear. What's he, that hath so much thy place mistooke to set thee here?

Kent. It is both he and she, your sonne and daughter.
Lear. No.
Kent. Yes.
Lear. No I say.
Kent. I say yea.
Lear. No, no, they would not.
Kent. Yes they haue.

Lear. By Iupiter I sweare no, they durst not do it,
They would not, could not do it, tis worse then murder,
To do vpon respect such violent out-rage,
Refolue me with all modest haste, which way
Thou maist deserue, or they purpose this vsage,
Comming from vs.

Kent. My lord, when at their home
I did commend your highnesse letters to them,
Ere I was risen from the place that shewed
My duty kneeling, came there a recking poste,
Stewd in his hafte, halfe breathlesie, panting forth,
From Gonorill his mistris, salutations,
Deliuered letters spite of intermission,
Which presently they read ; on whose contents
They summond vp their men, straight tooke horse,
Commanded me to follow, and attend the leisure
Of their answer, gaue me cold lookes,
And meeting heere the other messenger,
Whose welcome I perceiu'd had poisoned mine,

Being the very fellow that of late
Displaid fo sawcily against your highnesse:
Hauing more man then wit about me, drew,
He raised the house with loud and coward cries,
Your fonne and daughter found this trespasse worth
This shame which here it fuffers.

Lear. O how this mother swels vp toward my heart,
Historica paffio downe thou climing sorrow,
Thy element's below, where is this daughter ?

Kent. With the earle sir within.
Lear. Follow me not, stay there.
Knight. Made you no more offence then what you speake of?
Kent, No, how chance the king comes with fo small a

traine ? Foole. If thou hadft beene set in the stockes for that question,

thou hadít well deferued it. Kent. Why foole ?

Foole. Wee'l set thee to fchoole to an ant, to teach thee ther's no labouring in the winter, all that follow their noses, are led by their eyes, but blinde men, and there's not a nofe among a hundred, but can smell him that's stincking ; let goe thy hold when a great wheele runs downe a hill, least it breake thy necke with following it, but the great one that goes vp the hil, let him draw thee after, when a wife man giues thee better counsell, giue mee mine againe, I would hauc none but knaues follow it, fiuce a foole giues it.

That fir that serues for gaine,

followes but for forme ;
Will packe when it begins to raine,
And leaue thee in the storme.
But I will tarry, the foole will fay,
And let the wife man frie :


The knaue turnes foole that runnes away,
The foole no knaue perdy.

Kent. Where learnt you this foole ?
Foole. Not in the stockes.

Enter Lear and Glocefter.

Lear. Deny to speake with me? th’are sicke, th’are weary, They traueld hard to night, meare iustice, I the images of reuolt and Aying off, Fetch me a better answer.

Gloft. My deare lord, you know the fiery quality of the duke, how vnremoueable and fixt he is in his owne course.

Lear. Veangeance, death, plague, confusion, what fiery quality ; why Glocefter, Glocefter, ide speake with the duke of Cornewall, and his wife. Gloft. I my good lord.

(father Lear. The king would speake with Cornwall, the deare Would with his daughter speake, commands her fer uice, Fiery duke, tell the hot duke that Lear, No but not yet, may be he is not well, Infirmity doth still neglect all office, where to our health Is bound, we are not our felues, when nature being opprest, Commands the minde to suffer with the body; ile forbeare, And fallen out with my more headier will, To take the indisposed and sickly fit, for the sound man, Death on my state, wherefore should he fit here? This acte perswades me, that this remotion of the duke and her Is practise, onely giue me my feruant foorth ; Tell the duke and's wife, Ile speake with them Now presently, bid them come forth and heare me, Or at their chamber doore Ile beate the drum, Till it cry Neepe to death.



Glost. I would haue all well betwixt you.
Lear. O my heart! my heart.

Foole. Cry to it nunckle, as the cockney did to the eeles, when she put them vp i’th paste aliue, she rapt vm ath coxcombs with a sticke, and cryed downe wantons, downe ; twas her brother, that in pure kindnesse to his horse, butterd his hay.

Enter Duke and Regan.
Lear. Good morrow to you both,
Duke. Haile to your grace.
Reg. I am glad to see your highnesse.

Lear. Regan, I thinke you are, I know what reason
I haue to thinke so ; if thou shouldst not be glad,
I would diuorce me from thy mothers' toombe,
Sepulchring an adultereffe, yea, are you free?
Some other time for that, beloued Regan,
Thy sister is naught, ô Regan she hath tied
Sharpe tooth'd vnkindnesse, like a vulture heere.
I can scarse speake to thee, thou't not beleeue,
Of how depriued a quality, O Regan.

Reg. I pray sir take patience, I haue hope
You leffe know how to value her defert,
Then she to slacke her duty.

Lear. My curses on her.

Reg. O sir, you are olde,
Nature on you stands on the very verge of her confine,
You should be ruled and led by some discretion,
That discernes your state better then you your selfe,
Therefore I pray, that to our sister you do make returne,
Say you haue wrongd her fir.

Lear. Aske her forgiuenesse,
Do you marke how this becomes the house?


Deare daughter, I confefse that I am old,
Age is ynnecessary, on my knees I beg,
That you'l vouchsafe me rayment, bed and food.

Reg. Good fir no more, these are vnsightly tricks,
Returne you to my fifter.

Lear. No Regan. She hath abated me of halfe my traine, Lookt backe vpon me, stroke me with her tongue, Most serpent-like vpon the very heart, All the stor’d vengeances of heauen fall on her ingratefull top, Strike her young bones, you taking aires with lamnese.

Duke. Fie, fie sir.

Lear. You nimble lightnings dart your blinding Aames
Into her scornfull eies, infect her beauty,
You fen fuckt fogs, drawne by the powerfull funne,
To fall and blast her pride.

Reg. O the blest gods, so will you wish on me,
When the rash mood

Lear. No Regan, thou shalt neuer haue my curse, The tender hested nature shall not giue thee ore To harshnes, her eies are fierce, but thine do comfort and

not burn
Tis not in thee to grudge my pleasures, to cut off my traine,
To bandy hasty words, to scant my sizes,
And in conclusion, to oppose the bolt
Against my comming in, thou better knowest
The offices of nature, bond of child-hood,
Effects of curtefie, dues of gratitude,
Thy halfe of the kingdome, haft thou not forgot
Wherein I thee endowed.

Reg. Good fir to the purpose.
Lear. Who put my man i’th stockes?
Duke. What trumpets that?



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