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Kent. Hail to thee, Noble Master.
Lear. Ha, make’st thou this Shame thy Pastime?
Kent. No, my Lord.

Fool. Ha, ha, he wears Crewel Garters; Horses are ty'd by the Heads, Dogs and Bears by th’ Neck, Monkeys by th' Loins, and Men by th'Legs; when a Man is over-lufty at Legs, then he wears wooden nether Stocks.

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

Kent. It is both he and she, Your Son and Daughter.

Lear. No,
Kent. Yes.
Lear. No, I say.
Kent. I say, yea.
Lear. By Jupiter, I swear no.
Kent. By Juno, I swear ay.
Lear. They durft not do't ;
They could not, would not do't; 'tis worse than Murther,
To do upon respect such violent outrage:
Resolve me with all modest haste, which way
Thou mightst deserye, or they impose this usage,
Coming from us?

Kent. My Lord, when at their home
I did commend your Highness Letters to them,
E’er I was risen from the Place, that shewed
My Duty kneeling, came there a reeking Post,
Stew'd in his hafte, half breathless, panting forth
From Gonerill his Mistress, Salutation;
Deliver'd Letters spight of intermission,
Which presently they read: on those Contents
They summond up their meiny, straight took Horse,
Commanded me to follow and attend
The leisure of their Answer, gave me cold Looks,
And meeting here the other Messenger,
Whose welcome I perceiv'd had poison'd mine,
Being the very Fellow. which of late
Display'd so sawcily against your Highness,
Having more Man than Wit about me, I drew;

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He rais'd the House, with loud and coward cries,
Your Son and Daughter found this Trespass worth
The Shame which here it suffers.
Fool. Winter's not gone yet, if the wild Geese fly that

way,
Fathers that wear Rags do make their Children blind,
But Fathers that bear Bags, shall see their Children kind.
Fortune, that arrant Whore, ne'er turns the Key to th' Poor.
But for all this thou shalt bave as many dolours for thy dear
Daughters, as thou canst tell in a Year,

Lear. Oh how this Mother swells up toward my Heart !
Hysterica pafio, down thou climbing Sorrow,
Thy Elements below; where is this Daughter?
Kent. With the Earl, Sir, here within.
Lear. Follow me not, stay here.

[Exit.
Gen. Made you no more Offence,
But what you speak of.

Kent. None ;
How chance the King comes with so small a Number?

Fool. And thou hadît been set i'th' Stocks for chat Question, thou'dít well deserv'd it.

Kent. Why, Fool?

Fool. We'll set thee to School to an Ant, to teach thee
there's no labouring i'th' 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, lelt
it break thy Neck with following ; but the great one that
goes upward, let him draw thee after. When a wise Man
gives thee better Counsel, give me mire again; I would have
none but Knaves follow it, fince a Fool gives it.
That, Sir, which serves and seeks for Gain,
And follows but for Form;
Will pack when it begins to Rain,
And leave thee in a Storm,

And I will tarry, the Fool will stay,
And let the wise Man fly :
The Knave turns Fool that runs away,
The Fool no Knave perdy.

Enter Lear and Glofter,
Kent. Where learn’d you this, Fool?
Fool. Not i'th' Stocks, Fool.

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Lear. Deny to speak with me? they are fick, they are

( weary?
They have travelld all the Night? meer fetches,
The Images of revolt and flying off.
Fetch me a better Answer

Glo. My dear Lord,
You know the fiery quality of the Duke,
How unremoveable and fixt he is,
In his own course.

Lear. Vengeance! Plague! Death! Confusion!---
Fiery? what quality? why Gloster, Glofter,
I'd speak with the Duke of Cornwall, and his Wife.

Glo. Well, my good Lord, I have inform'd them so.
Lear. Inform'd them? dost thou understand me, Man?
Glo. Ay, my good Lord.
Lear. The King would speak with Cornwall, the dear Fa.

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Would with his Daughter speak, Commands tends Service,
Are they inform’d of this? My Breath and Blood !--
Fiery? the fiery Duke, tell the hot Duke that
No, but not yet, may be he is not well,
Infirmity doch still neglect all Office,
Whereto our Health is bound, we are not ourselves,
When Nature being opprest, commands the Mind
To suffer with the Body; I'll forbear,
And am fall’n out with my more headier will,
To take the indispos'd and sickly fit,
For the sound Man. Death on my State; wherefore
Should he fit here? This act perswades me,
That this remotion of the Duke and her
Is practice only, give me my Servant forth;
Go, tell the Duke and's Wife, I'd speak with them:
Now presently.--Bid them come forth and hear me,
Or at their Chamber Door I'll beat the Drum,
'Till it cry Sleep to Death.
Glo. I would have all well betwixt you.

[Exit. Lear. Oh me, my Heart! my rising Heart! but down. Fool. Cry to it, Nuncle, as the Cockney did to the Eels, when he put them i'ch' Paste alive, he knapt 'em o'th Cox. combs with a Stick, and cry'd, down wantons, down; 'twas his Brother, that in pure kindness to his Horse buttered his Hay.

Enter Cornwall, Regan, Glofter, and Servants. Lear. Good Morrow to you both. Corn. Hail to your Grace. [Kent is set at liberty. Reg. I am glad to see your Highness.

Lear. Regan, I think you are, I know what reason
I have to think so, if thou shouldft not be glad,
I would divorce me from thy Mother's Tomb,
Sepulchring an Adulteress. 0, are you free? [To Kent.
Some other time for that. Beloved Regan,
Thy Sister's naught: Oh Regan, she hath tied
Sharp-tooth'd unkindness, like a Vulture here;
I can scarce speak to thee, thou'lt not believe
With how deprav’d a quality-.-.Oh Regan!.....

Reg. I pray you, Sir, take patience, I have hope
You less know how to value her defert,
Than she to scant her Duty.

Lear. Say? How is that?...do

Reg. I cannot think my sister in the least
Would fail her Obligation. If, Sir, perchance
She have restrain'd the Riots of your Followers,
*Tis on such Ground, and to such wholesom end,
As clears her from all blame.

Lear. My Curses on her.

Reg. O Sir, you are old,
Nature in you stands on the very Verge
Of her confine ; you fhould be ruld and led
By fome discretion, that discerns your State
Better than you your self: Therefore I pray you,
That to our Sister you do make return,
Say you have wrong'd her.

Lear. Ask her forgiveness?
Do you but mark how this becomes the House?
Dear Daughter, I confess that I am old;
Age is unnecessary : On my Knees I beg,
That you'll vouchsafe me Řaiment, Bed, and Food,

Reg. Good Sir, no more; these are unfightly Tricks :
Return you to my sister.

Lear. Never, Regan :
She hath abated me of half

my
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Look'd black upon me, struck me with her Tongue
Most Serpent-like, upon the very heart.
All the stor'd vengeances of Heav'n fall
On her ingrateful top : Strike her young bones,
You taking Airs, with Lameness.

Corni Fie, Sir! fie!

Lear. You nimble Lightnings, dare your blinding flames
Into her scornful Eyes : Infe& her Beauty,
You Fen-luck'd Fogs, drawn by the powerful Sun
To fall, and blister.

Reg. O the blest Gods !
So will you wish on me, when the rash mood is on.

Lear. No, Regan, thou shalt never have my curse:
Thy tender-hefted Nature fhall not give
Thee o'er to harshness; Her Eyes are fierce, but thing
Do comfort, and not burn. 'Tis not in the
To grudge my Pleasures, to cut off my Train,
To bandy hasty words, to scant my fizes,
And in conclusion, to oppose the bolt
Against my coming in. Thou better know'st
The Offices of Nature, Bond of Child-hood,
Effects of Courtesie, and Dues of Gratitude :
Thy half o'th' Kingdom haft thou not forgot,
Wherein I thee endow'd.

Reg. Good Sir, to th’purpose. [Trumpet within.
Lear. Who put my Man i'th' Stocks?

Enter Stoward.
Corr. What Trumpet's that?

Reg. I know't, my sister's : This approves her Letter;
That she would soon be here. Is your Lady come?

Lear. This is a Slave; whole easie borrowed pride
Dwells in the fickly grace of her he follows.
Out Varlet, from my sight.
Corn. What means your Grace ?

Enter Gonerill,
Lear. Who stockt my Servant? Regan, I have good hope
Thou didft not know on't.
Who comes here? O Heav'ns !
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Allow Obedience; if you your selves are old,
Make it your cause; Send down and take my pare.
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