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Foole. Ha, ha, looke, he weares crewell garters,
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. By Iupiter I sweare no, they durst not do it,
Kent. My lord, when at their home
Being the very fellow that of late
Lear. O how this mother swels vp toward my heart,
Kent. With the earle sir within.
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 ;
The knaue turnes foole that runnes away,
Kent. Where learnt you this foole ?
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.
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. Regan, I thinke you are, I know what reason
Reg. I pray sir take patience, I haue hope
Lear. My curses on her.
Reg. O sir, you are olde,
Lear. Aske her forgiuenesse,
Deare daughter, I confefse that I am old,
Reg. Good fir no more, these are vnsightly tricks,
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
Reg. O the blest gods, so will you wish on me,
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
Reg. Good fir to the purpose.