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That he suspects none; on whose foolish honesty
SCENE XI. The Duke of Albany's palace.
Enter Gonerill and Steward. Gon. Did my father strike my gentleman for chiding
of his fool ? Stew. Ay, Madam. Gon. By day and nig!ıt he wrongs me ; every
hour He flashes into one grois crime or other, That sets us all at odds : l'll not endure it. His knights grow riotous, and himself upbraids us On ev'ry trifle. When he returns from hunting, I will not speak with him ; fay, I am fick. If you
come slack of former services, You shall do well : the fault of it I'll answer.
Stew. He's coming, Madam ; I hear him.
Gon. Put on what wary negligence you please, You and your fellows: I'd have it come to question.. If he distaste it, let him to
Stew. Very well, Madam.
Gon. And let his knights have colder looks among you: What of it, no matter; and advise Your fellows fo. I'll write straight to my
fifter To hold my course. Go, and prepare for dinner.
Enter Kent disguis'd.
And can my speech diffuse t, my good intent
[To Kent. Kent. A man, Sir.
Lear. What dost thou profess? what would'st thou with us?
Kent. I do profess to be no less than I seem ; to serve him truly that will put me in trust; to love him that is honeft; to converse with him that is wise; to say little ; to fear judgment; to fight when I cannot chufe ; and to eat no fish.
Lear. What art thou?
Kent. A very honeft-hearted fellow, and as poor as the King
Lear. If thou beest as poor for a subject as he's for a King, thou art poor enough. What would's thou :
Kent. No, Sir; but you have that in your counte, nance which I would fain call master.
Lear. What's that?
Kent. I can keep honest counsels, ride, run, mar a curious tale in telling it, and deliver a plain message bluntly: that which ordinary men are fit for, I am qualify'd in ; and the best of me is diligence.
Lear. How old art thou ?
ing + To diffuse, here signifies to disorder, to put out of a regular course. It is used in the fame fense in other places in this author ; didiled! attire, diffufed founds.
ing, nor so old to doat on her for any thing: I have years on my back forty-eight.
Lear. Follow me, thou shalt serve me. If I like thee no worse after dinner, I will not part from thee. Yet no dinner? ho, dinner--where's
knave ? fool ? Go you, and call my fool hither. You, you, firrah, where's my daughter ?
Enter Steward. Stew. So please you
[Exit. Lear. What says the fellow there? call the clotpole back: where's my fool, ho?
---I think the world's afleep. How now? Where's that mongrel ?
Knight. He says, my Lord, your daughter is not well.
Lear. Why came not the slave back to me when I call'd him?
Knight. Sir, he answer'd me in the roundest manner, he would not.
Lear. He would not?
Knight. My Lord, I know not what the matter is ; but, to my judgment, your Highnels is not entertain'd with that ceremonious affection as you were wont ; there's a great abatement of kindness appears, as well in the general dependents, as in the Duke himself also, and your daughter.
Lear. Ha! fay'st thou so ?
Knight. I beseech you pardon me, my Lord, if I be mistaken ; for my duty cannot be filent, when I think your Highness is wrong'd.
Lear. Thou but remember ft me of my own concep-: tion. I have perceiv'd' a most faint neglect of late, which I have rather blamed as my own jealous curiofity, than as a very pretence † and purpofe of unkindness. I will look farther into't. But where's my fool? I have: not feen him these two days.
Knight. Since my young lady's going into France, Sir, the fool hath much pined away.
Lear. No more of that, I have noted, it well ; go you, and tell my daughter, I would speak with her. Go you, call hither my
fool. O, you, Sir, come you hither, Sir ; whở am I, Sir ? B 3
Enter + pretence, for indication,
Lear. My Lady's father? my Lord's knave ! you whorson dog, you Nave, you cur.
Stew. I am none of these, my Lord; I beseech your pardon. Lear. Do you bandy looks with me, you rascal ?
[Striking him. Stew. I'll not be struck, my Lord. Kent. Nor tript neither, you base foot-ball player.
[Tripping up his heels. Lear. I thank thee, fellow. Thou serv'it me, and I'll love thee.
Kent. Come, Sir, arise, away; I'll teach you differences : away, away ;
lubber's length again, tarry. But away, go to ; have you wifdom? so.
[Puhes the Steward out. Lear. Now, my friendly knave, I thank thee ; there's carneit of thy service.
SCENE XIII. To them, enter Fool. pool. Let me hire him too, here's
[Giving his cap. Lear. How now, my pretty klare? how doit thou? Fool. Sirrah, you were best take my coxcomb t. Kent. Why, my boy?
Fool. Why? for taking one's part that is out of favour ; nay, an’ thou canit not smile as the wind fits, thou’lt catch cold shortly. There, take
b; why, this fellow has banish'd two of his daughters, and did the third a blesling against his will; if thou follow him, thou must needs wear my coxcomb. How now, nuncle ? would I had two coxcombs, and two daughters !
Lear. Why, my boy?
Fool. If I give them all my living, I'll keep my coxcomb myself; there's mine, beg another of thy daughters.
Lear, † Meaning his cap, called so, because on the top of the fool or jefter's cap was sewed a piece of red cloth, resembling the comb of a cock. The word, afterwards, used to denote a vain, conceited, meddling fellow.
Lear. Take heed, firrah, the whip.
Fool. Truth's a dog must to kennel; he must be whipp'd out, when the Lady Brach may stand by the fire, and stink.
Lear. A pestilent gall to me.
Fool. Mark it, nuncle ;
Kent. This is nothing, fool.
Fool. Then it is like the breath of an unfee'd lawyer, you gave me nothing for’t. Can you make no use of nothing, nuncle?
Lear. Why, no, boy; nothing can be made out of nothing
Fool. Pr’ythee, tell him, so much the rent of his land comes to : he' will not believe a fool t. [To Kent.
Lear. Doft thou call me fool, boy?
that thou waft born with.' Kent. « This is not altogether fool, my Lord.' Fool. • No, 'faith ; lords and great men will not let me; if I had a monopoly on't, they would have part
+--- believe a fool.
Lear. A bitter fool!
Fool. Duft thou know the difference, my boy, between a bitter fool and a sweet one ?
Lear. No, lad, teach me.
Fool. That Lord that counseld thee to give away thy land,
Lear. Doft thou call, 6c.