By her, that elfe will take the thing the begs, Saddle my Horfes, call my Train together Gon. You ftrike my People, and your disorder'd Rabble make Servants of their Betters. Enter Albany. Lear. Woe! that too late repents Is it your will, fpeak, Sir? Prepare my Horfes [To Alb. More hideous when thou fhew'st thee in a Child, Alb. Pray, Sir, be patient; Lear. Detefted Kite! thou liest. 1 My Train are Men of choice and rarest parts, And in the most exact regard, fupport [To Goneril. The worships of their Names. Omoft fmall Fault ! Which like an Engine, wrencht my frame of Nature And thy dear Judgment out. Go, go, my Peoples Lear. It may be fo, my Lord Hear Nature, hear, dear Goddefs, hear? And And be a thwart, difnatur'd torment to her; To Laughter and Contempt; that she may feel, Whereof comes this ? Gen. Never afflict your felf to know of it: Enter Lear. Lear. What, fifty of my Followers at a clap? Within a fortnight? Alb. What's the matter, Sir? [Exit: Lear. I'll tell thee Life and Death, I am afham'd. Pierce every Sense about thee. Old fond Eyes, And caft you with the Waters that To temper Clay. Ha! Let it be fo I have another Daughter, you lofe Who I am fure is kind and comfortable; When the shall hear this of thee, with her nails Gon. Do you mark that? [Exit Lear and Attendantsi Alb. I cannot be fo partial, Gonerill, To the great Love I bear you. Gon. Pray you be content. What, Ofwald, ho! You, Sir, more Knave than Fool, after your Mafter. Tarry, take the Fool with thee: Should fure to the Slaughter, If my Cap would buy a Halter, So the Fool follows after. Gon. This Man hath had good Counsel, 'Tis politick, and safe to let him keep [Exit. a hundred At point a hundred Knights; yes, that on every Dream, Not fear ftill to be taken. I know his Heart; How now, Ofwald? Enter Steward. What, have you writ that Letter to my Sifter? Gon. Take you fome Company, and away to Horfe, And thereto add fuch Reasons of your own, [Exit Steward. This milky Gentlenefs, and courfe of yours, Alb. How far your Eyes may pierce I cannot tell; Gox. Nay then Alb. Well, well, the 'vent. [Exeunt. Enter Lear, Kent, Gentleman, and Fool. Lear. Go you before to Glofter with thefe Letters; acquaint my Daughter no further with any thing you know, than comes from her demand out of the Letter, if your diligence be not speedy, I fhall be there afore you. Kent. Kent. I will not fleep, my Lord, 'till I have delivered your Letter. [Exit. Fool. If a Man's Brains were in his Heels, wer't not in danger of Kibes ? Lear. Ay Boy. Fool. Then I prethee be merry, thy Wit fhall not go flip-fhod. Lear. Ha, ha, ha. Fool. Shalt fee thy other Daughter will use thee kindly; for though fhe's as like this, as a Crab's like an Apple, yet I can tell what I can tell. Lear. What canft tell, Boy? Fool. She will tafte as like this, as a Crab do's to a Crab; canft thou tell why ones Nofe ftands i'th' middle on's Face? Lear. No. Fool. Why, to keep ones Eyes of either fide one's Nose; that what a Man cannot fmell out, he may spy into. Lear. I did her wrong. Fool. Canft tell how an Oyfter makes his Shell? Lear. No. Fool. Nor I neither; but I can tell why a Snail has a House. Lear. Why? Fool. Why to put's Head in, not to give it away to his Daughters, and leave his Horns without a Cafe. Lear. I will forget my Nature, so kind a Father! Be my Horfes ready? Fool. Thy Affes are gone about 'em; the reafon why the feven Stars are no more than feven, is a pretty Reafon. Lear. Because they are not eight. Fool. Yes indeed; thou wouldst make a good Fool. Lear. To take't again perforce Monfter ingratitude! Fool. If you were my Fool, Nuncle, I'd have thee beat en for being old before thy time. Lear. How's that? Fool. Thou shouldft not have been Old, 'till thou hadst been Wife. Lear. O let me not be mad, not mad, keep me in temper, I would not be mad. the Horfes ready? Ee 2 fweet Heaven I How now, are Gent. Gent. Ready, my Lord, Lear. Come, Boy. Fool. She that's a Maid now, and laughs at my departure, Shall not be a Maid long, unless things be cut fhorter. ACT II. SCENE I. [Exeunt. SCENE A Castle belonging to the Earl of Baft. Glofter. Enter Baftard, and Curan, Severally. SAVE Cur. And you, Sir, I have been With your Father, and given him Notice That the Duke of Cornwall, and Regan his Dutchefs Baft. How comes that? Cur. Nay I know not; you have heard of the News abroad, I mean the whisper'd ones, for they are yet but Ear-kiffing Arguments. Baft. Not I; pray you what are they? Cur. Have you heard of no likely Wars toward, 'Twixt the Dukes of Cornwall and Albany ? Baft. Not a word. Cur. You may do then in time, Fare you well, Sir. [Exit. Baft. The Duke be here to Night! the better, beft, Enter Edgar. Brother, a word, defcend, Brother, I fay, He's |