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Fetch forth the stocks:As I've life and honour, there shall he sit till noon. Reg. Till noon! till night, my lord; and all night

too. Kent. Why, madam, if I were your father's dog, You should not use me so. Reg.

Sir, being his knave, I will.

[Stocks brought out. Corn. This is a fellow of the self-same colour Our sister speaks of:—Come, bring away the stocks.

Glo. Let me beseech your grace not to do so: His fault is much, and the good king his master Will check him for’t: your purpos'd low correction Is such, as basest and contemned'st wretches, For pilferings and most common trespasses, Are punish'd with:* the king must take it ill, That he's so slightly valued in his messenger, Should have him thus restrain'd. Corn.

I'll answer that. Reg. My sister may receive it much more worse, To have her gentleman abus'd, assaulted, For following her affairs.—Put in his legs.

[Kent is put in the stocks. Come, my good lord; away.

[E.reunt Reg. and Corn. Glo. I am sorry for thee, friend; 'tis the duke's

pleasure, Whose disposition, all the world well knows, Will not be rubb’d, nor stopp'd: I'll entreat for

thee. Kent. Pray, do not, sir: I have watch'd, and

travell’d hard;

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Some time I shall sleep out, the rest I'll whistle.
A good man’s fortune may grow out at heels:

you good morrow!
Glo. The duke's to blame in this; 'twill be ill

[Erit. Kent. Good king, that must approve the com

mon saw!
Thou out of heaven's benediction com'st
To the warm sun!
Approach, thou beacon to this under globe,
That by thy comfortable beams I may
Peruse this letter!--Nothing almost sees miracles,
But misery;-I know, 'tis from Cordelia;
Who hath most fortunately been inform’d
Of my obscured course; and shall find time
From this enormous state,-seeking to give
Losses their remedies: -- All weary and' o'er-

Take vantage, heavy eyes, not to behold
This shameful lodging.
Fortune, good night; smile once more; turn thy

[He sleeps.




Enter Edgar.
Edg. I heard myself proclaim’d;
And, by the happy hollow of a tree,
Escap'd the hunt. No port is free; no place,


That guard, and most unusual vigilance,
Does not attend my taking. While I may scape,
I will preserve myself: and am bethought
To take the basest and most poorest shape,
That ever penury,

in contempt of man, Brought near to beast: my face I'll grime with

filth; Blanket my loins; elf all my hair in knots; And with presented nakedness out-face The winds, and persecutions of the sky. The country gives me proof and precedent Of Bedlam beggars, who, with roaring voices, Strike in their numb'd and mortified bare arms Pins, wooden pricks, nails, sprigs of rosemary; And with this horrible object, from low farms, Poor pelting villages, sheep-cotes, and mills, Sometime with lunatick bans, sometime with pray

ers, Enforce their charity.—Poor Turlygood! poor

That's something yet;-Edgar I nothing am.




Enter Lear, Fool, and Gentleman.
Lear. 'Tis strange, that they should so depart

from home,
And not send back my messenger.

As I learn d,

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No, my lord.

The night before there was no purpose in them
Of this remove.

Hail to thee, noble master!
Lear. How !
Mak’st thou this shame thy pastime?

Fool. Ha, ha; look! he wears cruel garters !
Horses are tied by the heads; dogs, and bears, by
the neck; monkies by the loins, and men by the
legs: when a man is over-lusty at legs, then he
wears wooden nether-stocks.
Lear. What's he, that hath so much thy place

To set thee here?

It is both he and she,
Your son and daughter.

Lear. No.
Kent. Yes.
Lear. No, I


Kent. I say, yea.

Lear. No, no; they would not.
Kent. Yes, they have.
Lear. By Jupiter, I swear no.
Kent. By Juno, I swear, ay.

Lear. They durst not do't;
They could not, would not do't; 'tis worse than

To do upon respect such violent outrage:
Resolve me, with all modest haste, which way
Thou might'st deserve, or they impose, this usage,
Coming from us.

My lord, when at their home


I did commend your highness' letters to them,
Ere I was risen from the place that show'd
My duty kneeling, came there a reeking post,
Stew'd in his haste, half breathless, panting forth
From Goneril his mistress, salutations;
Deliver'd letters, spite of intermission,
Which presently they read: on whose contents,
They summon’d up their meiny, straight took

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 that of late
Display'd so saucily against your highness,)
Having more man than wit about me, drew;
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 the poor.---

But, for all this, thou shalt have as many dolours for thy daughters, as thou can'st tell in a year. Lear. O, how this mother swells up toward my


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