Does not attend my taking. While I may 'fcape, Enforce their charity.Poor Turlygood! poor Tom! That's fomething yet;-Edgar I nothing am. [Exit. SCENE IV. Earl of GLOSTER's Cafile. Enter LEAR, Fool, and Gentleman. Lear. "Tis ftrange, that they fhould fo depart The night before there was no purpose in them Kent. Hail to thee, noble mafter! Lear. How! mak'ft thou this fhame thy paftime? Fool. Ha, ha! look! he wears cruel garters! the the neck; monkies by the loins, and men by the 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 To fet thee here? Kent. It is both he and she, Your fon and daughter. Lear. No. Kent. Yes. Lear. No, I fay. Kent. I fay, yea. Lear. No, no; they would not. Lear. By Jupiter, 1 fwear, no. Lear. They durft not do't: [mistook, They could not, would not do't; 'tis worse than To do upon refpect fuch violent outrage: [murder, Refolve me, with all modeft hafte, which way Thou might'ft deferve, or they impose, this ufage, Coming from us. Kent. My lord, when at their home I did commend your highness' letters to them, The leifure of their answer; gave me cold looks: (Being the very fellow, which of late Difplay'd fo faucily against your highness), Having more man than wit about me, I drew; He rais'd the houfe with loud and coward cries : Your fon and daughter found this trefpafs worth The fhame which here it fuffers. Fool. Winter's not gone yet, if the wild geese fly that way. Fathers, that wear rags, Do make their children blind; Shall fee their children kind. But, for all this, thou fhalt have as many dolours from thy dear daughters, as thou canft tell in one year. Lear. O, how this mother fwells up toward my heart! Hyfterica paffio! down, thou climbing forrow, [Exit. Gent. Made you no more offence than what you Kent. None. [fpeak of? How chance the king comes with so small a train? Fool. An thou hadst been fet i' the stocks for that queftion, thou hadft well deferv'd it. Kent. Why, fool? Fool. We'll fet thee to school to an ant, to teach thee there's no labouring in the winter. All that follow their noses are led by their eyes, but blind men; and there's not a nofe among twenty, but can fmell smell him that's ftinking. Let go thy hold, when a great wheel runs down a hill, left it break thy neck with following it; but the great one that goes up the hill, let him draw thee after. When a wife man gives thee better counsel, give me mine again: I would have none but knaves follow it, fince a fool gives it. That, fir, which ferves and feeks for gain, Will pack, when it begins to rain, And leave thee in the ftorm. Kent. Where learn'd you this, fool? Re-enter LEAR, with GLOSTER. Lear. Deny to speak with me? They are fick? They have travell'd hard to-night? Mere fetches; Glo. My dear lord, You know the fiery quality of the duke; In his own course. Lear. Vengeance! plague! death! confufion!Fiery? What quality? Why, Glofter, Glofter, I'd speak with the duke of Cornwall, and his wife, Glo. Well, my good lord, I have inform'd them fo. E Lear Lear. Inform'd them! doft thou understand me, [man? Lear. The king would fpeak with Cornwall; the dear father Would with his daughter fpeak, commands her fer vice: 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 doth ftill neglect all office, Whereto our health is bound; we are not ourselves, When nature, being opprefs'd, commands the mind To fuffer with the body: I'll forbear; And am fallen out with my more headier will, To take the indifpos'd and fickly fit For the found man. Death on my ftate! wherefore [Looking on KENT. Should he fit here? This act perfuades me, That this remotion of the duke and her Is practice only. Give me my fervant forth: Glo. I would have all well betwixt you. [Exit. Lear. Ome, my heart, my rifing heart!--but down. Fool. Cry to it, nuncle, as the cockney did to the eels, when the put them i' the pafle alive; the rapt 'em o' the coxcombs with a flick, and cry'd, Down, wantons, down! 'Twas her brother, that, in pure kindness to his horfe, butter'd his hay. Enter CORNWALL, REGAN, GLOSTER, and Servants. Lear. Good-morrow to you both. Corn. |