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Lear. Who put my man i' the stocks?
What trumpet's that?
Reg. I know't, my sister's;. this approves her
letter, That she would soon be here.—Is your lady come?
Lear. This is a slave, whose easy-borrow'd pride Dwells in the fickle grace of her he follows:Out, varlet, from my sight! Corn.
What means your grace? Lear. Who stock'd my servant? Regan, I have
good hope Thou didst not know of't.-Who comes here? O
Enter Goneril. If you do love old men, if your sweet sway Allow obedience, if yourselves are old, Make it your cause; send down, and take my
part!Art not asham'd to look upon this beard :
[to Gon. O, Regan, wilt thou take her by the hand ? Gon. Why not by the hand, sir? How have I
O, sides, you are too tough! Will you yet hold?-How came my man i’ the
stocks? Corn. I set him there, sir: but his own disorders
Desery'd much less advancement.
You! did you?
Lear. Return to her, and fifty men dismissid? No, rather I abjure all roofs, and choose To wage against the enmity o' the air; To be a comrade with the wolf and owl, Necessity's sharp pinch !—Return with her? Why, the hot-blooded France, that dowerless took Our youngest born, I could as well be brought To knee his throne, and, squire-like, pension beg To keep base life a-foot:-Return with her? Persuade me rather to be slave and sumpter To this detested
groom. [Looking on the Steward. Gon.
At your choice, sir. Lear. I proythee, daughter, do not make me
I will not trouble thee, my child; farewel:
Mend, when thou canst; be better, at thy leisure:
Not altogether so, sir;
Is this well spoke now? Reg. I dare ayouch it, sir: What, fifty followers? Is it not well? What should you need of more? Yea, or so many? sith that both charge and danger Speak ’gainst so great a number? How, in one
house, Should many people, under two commands, Hold amity? 'Tis hard; almost impossible. Gon. Why might not you, my lord, receive at
tendance From those that she calls servants, or from mine? Reg. Why not, my lord? If then they chanc'd
to slack you, We could control them: If you will come to me, (For now I spy a danger,) I entreat you To bring but five and twenty; to no more Will I give place, or notice.
Lear. I gave you all-
And in good time you gave it.
Reg. And speak it again, my lord; no more with
Lear. Those wicked creatures yet do look well
favour'd, When others are more wicked; not being the
worst, Stands in some rank of praise:—I'll go with thee;
Hear me, my lord;
What need one?
gars Are in the poorest thing superfluous: Allow not nature more than nature needs, Man's life is cheap as beast's: thou art a lady; If only to go warm were gorgeous, Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wearist, Which scarcely keeps thee warm.—But, for true
need, You heavens, give me that patience, patience I
need! You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age; wretched in both! If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely; touch me with noble anger! 0, let not women's weapons, water-drops,
Stain my man's cheeks!—No, you unnatural hags,
[Exeunt Lear, Glo'ster, Kent, and Fool. Corn. Let us withdraw, 'twill be a storm.
[Storm heard at a distance. Reg.
This house Is little; the old man and his people cannot Be well bestow’d. Gon.
'Tis his own blame; he hath put Himself from rest, and must needs taste his folly.
Reg. For his particular, I'll receive him gladly, But not one follower. Gon.
So am I purpos’d. Where is my lord of Glo'ster?
Re-enter Glo'ster. Corn. Follow'd the old man forth:-he is re
turn'd. Glo. The king is in high rage. Corn.
Whither is he going? Glo. He calls to horse; but will I know not whi
ther. Corn. 'Tis best to give him way; he leads him
self. Gon. My lord, entreat him by no means to stav