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Kent. I will not sleep, 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 shall not go Nip-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's like an Apple, yet I can tell what I can tell.
Lear. What canst tell, Boy?
Fool. She will taste as like this, as a Crab do's to a Crab; canst thou tell why ones Nofe stands i'th' middle on's Face ?
Fool. Why, to keep ones Eyes of either side one's Nose ; that what a Man cannot smell out, he may spy into.
Lear. I did her wrong.
Fool. Nor I neither ; but I can tell why a Snail has
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 Horses ready?
Fool. Thy Ales 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. If you were my Fool, Nuncle, I'd have thee beaten for being old before thy time.
Lear. How's that?
Fool. Thou shouldft not have been Old, 'till thou hadft been Wise.
Lear. O let me not be mad, not mad, sweet Heaven 1 keep me in temper, I would not be mad. How now, are the Horses ready? Ee 3
Gent. Ready, my Lord,
Fool. She that's a Maid now, and laughs at my departure, Shall not be a Maid long, unless things be cut shorter.
ACT II. SCENE I. SCENE A Castle belonging to the Earl of
Enter Bastard, and Curan, severally.
Cur. And you, Sir, I have been
, and Regan his Dutchess Will be here with him this Night:
Baft. How comes that?
Cur. Nay I know not ; you have heard of the News ar broad, I mean the whisper'd ones, for they are yet but Ear-killing Arguments.
Baßt. 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. Bajt. The Duke be here to Night! the better, best, This weaves it self perforce into my
He's coming hither, now i'th' Night, i'th' haste,
Edg. I am sure on't, not a word.
Bast. I hear my Father coming, pardon me
Father light hoa, here, Fly, Brother ---- Torches! --- so farewel [Exit Edgar. Some blood drawn on me would beget Opinion
[Wounds his Arm. of
my more fierce endeavour, I have seen Drunkards
Enter Glofter, and Servants with Torches.
Bast. Here stood he in the dark, his sharp Sword out,
Glo. But where is he?
Baft. Perswade me to the Murther of yoạr Lordship;
Glo. Let him fly far ;
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And found; Dispatch, the Noble Duke,
Baff. When I disswaded him from his intent,
any Trust, Virtue, or Worth in thee
Enter Cornwall, Regan, and Attendants. Corn. How now, my noble Friend? since I came hither, Which I can call but now, I have heard strangeness.
Reg. If it be true, all Vengeance comes too short Which can pursue th’offender; how does my Lord?
Glo. O Madam, my old Heart is crack'd, it's crack'd,
Reg. What, did my Father's Godson seek your Life? He whom my Father nam'd, your Edgar ?
Glo. O Lady, Lady, shame would have it hid. Reg. Was he not Companion with the riotous Knighes That tended upon my Father?
Glo. I know not, Madam, 'tis too bad, too bad.
Reg. No marvel then, though he were ill-affected;
Corn. Nor I, assure thee, Regan ;
Baft. It is my Duty, Sir.
Glo. He did bewray his Pra&ice, and receiv’d
Corn. Is he pursued ?
Corn. If he be taken, he shall never more
Baft. I shall serve you, Sir, truly, how ever else.
Reg. Thus out of season, thredding dark-ey'd night?
Gle. I serve you, Madam,