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Hysterica passio! down, thou climbing sorrow,
Thy element's below!—Where is this daughter?

Kent. With the earl, sir, here within.

Follow me not; Stay here.

[Erit. Gent. Made you no more offence than what you

speak of?

Kent. None. How chance the king comes with so small a train ?

Fool. An thou hadst been set i’ the stocks for that question, thou hadst well deserved it.

Kent. Why, fool?

Fool. We'll set 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 nose among twenty, but can smell him that's stinking. Let go thy hold, when a great wheel runs down a hill, lest it break thy neck with following it; but the great one that goes up the hill, let him draw thee after.

When a wise man gives thee better connsel, give me mine again: I would have none but knaves follow it, since 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 the storm.
But 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.

Kent. Where learn’d you this, fool?
Fool. Not i’ the stocks, fool.

Re-enter Lear, with Glo'ster. Lear. Deny to speak with me? They are sick?

they are weary?
They have travellid hard to-night? Mere fetches;
The images of revolt and flying off!
Fetch me a better answer.

My dear lord,
You know the fiery quality of the duke;
How unremoveable and fix'd he is
In his own course.

Lear. Vengeance! plague! death! confusion !
Fiery? what quality? Why, Gloʻster, Glo'ster,
I'd speak with the duke of Cornwall, and his wife.

Glo. Well, my good lord, I have inform’d them


Lear. Inform'd them! Dost thou understand me,

man? Glo. Ay, my good lord. Lear. The king would speak with Cornwall; the

dear father Would with his daughter speak, commands her ser

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 still neglect all office, Whereto our health is bound; we are not ourselves, When nature, being oppress’d, commands the mind

To suffer with the body: I'll forbear;
And am fallen out with my more headier will,
To take the indispos’d and sickly fit
For the sound man.-Death on my state! wherefore

[looking on Kent.
Should he sit here? This act persuades me,
That this remotion of the duke and her
Is practice only. Give me my servant forth:
Go, tell the duke and his 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'd have all well betwixt you. [Exit. Lear. O me, my heart, my rising heart!—but,

down. Fool. Cry to it, nuncle, as the cockney did to the eels, when she put them i' the paste alive; she rapp'd 'em o'the coxcombs with a stick, and cry'd, Down, wantons, down: 'Twas her brother, that, in pure kindness to his horse, butter'd his hay.

Enter Cornwall, Regan, Glo'ster, 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


I have to think so: if thou should'st not be glad, I would divorce me from thy mother's tomb,

Sepulch'ring an adultress.-0, are you free?

[to Kent.

Some other time for that.—Beloved Regan,
Thy sister's naught: 0 Regan, she hath tied
Sharp-tooth'd unkindness, like a vulture, here,—

[points to his heart. I can scarce speak to thee; thou'lt not believe, Of how deprav'd a quality-0 Regan!

Reg. I pray you, sir, take patience; I have hope, You less know how to value her desert, Than she to scant her duty. Lear.

Say, how is that?
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 wholesome end,
As clears her from all blame.

Lear. My curses on her!

O, sir, you are old;
Nature in you stands on the very verge
Of her confine: you should be ruld, and led
By some discretion, that discerns your state
Better than you yourself: Therefore, I pray you,
That to our sister you do make return;
Say, you have wrong'd her, sir.

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, [kneeling. That you'll vouchsafe me raiment, bed, and food.

Reg. Good sir, no more; these are unsightly tricks; Return you to my sister.


Never, Regan: She hath abated me of half my train; Look'd black upon me; struck me with her

Most serpent-like, upon the very

All the stor’d vengeances of heaven fall
On her ingrateful top! Strike her young bones,
You taking airs, with lameness!

Fie, fie, fie! Lear. You nimble lightnings, dart your blind

ing flames Into her scornful eyes ! Infect her beauty, You fen-suck'd fogs, drawn by the powerful sun, To fall and blast her pride! Reg:

O the blest gods! So will you wish on me, when the rash mood's on. Lear. No, Regan, thou shalt never have my

curse; Thy tender-hefted nature shall not give Thee o'er to harshness; her eyes are fierce, but

Do comfort, and not burn: 'Tis not in thee
To grudge my pleasures, to cut off my train,
To bandy hasty words, to scant my sizes,
And, in conclusion, to oppose the bolt
Against my coming in: thou better know'st
The offices of nature, bond of childhood,
Effects of courtesy, dues of gratitude;
Thy half o' the kingdom hast thou not forgot,
Wherein I thee endow'd.

Good sir, to the purpose.

[Trumpets within.

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