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O Regan, wilt thou take her by the hand?
All's not offence that indiscretion finds
And dotage terms so.
Lear. O sides, you are too tough; 200 Will you yet hold? How came my man i' the stocks? Corn. I set him there, sir: but his own disorders Deserved much less advancement.
You! did you?
Reg. I pray you, father, being weak, seem so.
Lear. Return to her, and fifty,men dismiss'd?
slave and sumpter
At your choice, sir.
Lear. I prithee, daughter, do not make me mad:
I will not trouble thee, my child; farewell:
Which I must needs call mine: thou art a boil,
227. embossed, swollen.
In my corrupted blood. But I'll not chide thee;
I and my hundred knights.
Not altogether so:
I look'd not for you yet, nor am provided
For your fit welcome. Give ear, sir, to my sister;
Must be content to think you old, and so
But she knows what she does.
Should many people, under two commands,
Gon. Why might not you, my lord, receive
From those that she calls servants or from mine?
Reg. Why not, my lord? If then they chanced
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.
Lear. Made you my guardians, my depositaries,
But kept a reservation to be follow'd
With such a number. What, must I come to you
254. guardians, stewards, trustees.
With five and twenty, Regan? said you so?
Reg. And speak 't again, my lord; no more with me.
Lear. Those wicked creatures yet do look well-favour'd,
When others are more wicked; not being the
Stands in some rank of praise. [To Gon.] I'll go with thee:
Thy fifty yet doth double five-and-twenty,
And thou art twice her love.
Hear me, my lord:
What need one?
Lear. O, reason not the need: our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous :
Allow not nature more than nature needs,
Man's life's as cheap as beast's: thou art a lady; 270
If only to go warm were gorgeous,
Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st,
But, for true
You heavens, give me that patience, patience I
You see me here, you gods, a poor old man,
268. superfluous, possessed of more than they need.
What they are, yet I know not, but they shall be
I have full cause of weeping; but this heart
Corn. Let us withdraw; 'twill be a storm.
Cannot be well bestow'd.
Gon. 'Tis his own blame; hath put himself
And must needs taste his folly.
Reg. For his particular, I'll receive him gladly,
But not one follower.
So am I purposed.
Where is my lord of Gloucester ?.
Corn. Follow'd the old man forth: he is re
Glou. The king is in high rage.
Whither is he going?
Glou. He calls to horse; but will I know not
Corn. 'Tis best to give him way; he leads
Gon. My lord, entreat him by no means to stay. Glou. Alack, the night comes on, and the bleak winds
Do sorely ruffle; for many miles about
There's scarce a bush.
288. flaws, shivers.
far as he is concerned.
295. For his particular, so
304. ruffle, bluster.
O, sir, to wilful men,
The injuries that they themselves procure
Must be their schoolmasters. Shut up your doors:
And what they may incense him to, being apt
Corn. Shut up your doors, my lord; 'tis a
My Regan counsels well: come out o' the storm.
SCENE I. A heath.
Enter KENT and a Gentleman,
Kent. Who's there, besides foul weather?
Gent. One minded like the weather, most un
Kent. I know you. Where's the king?
Gent. Contending with the fretful elements; Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea,
Or swell the curled waters 'bove the main,
That things might change or cease; tears his white hair,
Which the impetuous blasts, with eyeless rage,
The to-and-fro-conflicting wind and rain.
This night, wherein the cub-drawn bear would couch,
7-15. tears.. take all. Omitted in Ff.
12. cub-drawn, with udders drawn dry, famished.