SCENE VII. Glo. I'm forry for thee, friend; 'tis the Duke's pleaWhofe difpofition, all the world well knows, [fure, Will not be rubb❜d or stopp'd *. I'll intreat for thee. Kent. Pray, do not, Sir. I've watch'd and travell'd Some time I fhall fleep out, the rest I'll whistle: [hard; A good man's fortune may grow out at heels; Give you good morrow. Glo. The Duke's to blame in this; 'twill be ill taken. [Exit. Kent. Good King that must approve the common saw, Thou out of heaven's benediction com'ft To the warm fun †! All weary and o'erwatch'd, This shameful lodging. Fortune, good night; fmile once more, turn thy wheel. [He fleeps. SCENE changes to a part of a heath. Enter Edgar. Edg. I've heard myfelf proclaim'd; Does not attend my taking. While I may 'fcape, Brought near to beaft: my face I'll grime with filth; * A metaphor from bowling. And † An old proverbial faying applied to thofe who are turn'd out of house and home, deprived of all the comforts of life, excepting the common benefits of the air and fun. Approach, thon beacon, to this under-globe, [Looking up to the moon. Perufe this letter. Nothing almoft fees miracles, And with prefented nakedness outface SCENE IX. Changes again to the Earl of Glo'fler's Cafle Enter Lear, Fool, and Gentleman. [Exit Lear. 'Tis ftrange, that they should fo depart from And not fend back my meffenger. Gent. As I learn'd, The night before there was no purpose in them Of this remove. Kent. Hail to thee, Noble mafter! [home, Lear, Ha! mak'ft thou thy fhame thy paftime? Fool. Ha, ha, he wears cruel garters; horfes are ty'd by the heads, dogs and bears by th' neck, monkeys by th' loins, and men by th' legs; when a man is over-lufty at legs, then he wears wooden nether stocks. Lear. What's he that hath fo much thy place miftook, To fet thee here? Kent. It is both he and she, Your fon and daughter. Lear. No. Kent. Yes. Lear. No, I fay. Kent. I fay, Yea. Lear. By Jupiter, I swear, No. Kent. By Juno, I fwear, Ay. Lear. They durft not do't. They could not, would not do't; 'tis worse than murther, To do upon refpect † fuch violent outrage: Respect, for one in honourable employment. Refolve Refolve me with all modeft * hafte, which way Kent. My Lord, when at their home I did commend your Highness' letters to them, Deliver'd letters fpight of intermiffion +; Which prefently they read; on whofe contents The leifure of their answer; gave me cold looks; Difplay'd fo faucily against your Highness), Fool. Winter's not gone yet, if the wild geese fly that Fathers that wear rags, Do make their children blind; But fathers that bear bags, Ne'er turns the key to th' poor. [way. But, for all this, thou fhalt have as many dolours || from Thy dear daughters, as thou canst tell in a year. Lear. Oh, how this mother fwells up tow'rd my heart! Hyflerica paffio, down, thou climbing forrow, Thy element's below. Where is this daughter? Lear. Follow me not; tay here, VOL. VI. Ď [Exit. Gent. Intermiffion, for another meffage which they had then before them, to confider of; called intermiffion, because it came between their leifure and the Steward's meffage. Meiny, i. e. people. A quibble intended between dolours and dollars. Gent. Made you no more offence But what you fpeak of? Kent. None. How chance the King comes with fo fmall a number? Fool. An' thou hadft been fet i' th' ftocks for that question, thou'dfit well deferved it. Kent. Why, fool? Fool. We'll fet thee to school to an ant, to teach thee there's no lab'ring i' the winter. All that follow their nofes are led by their eyes, but blind men; and there's not a nofe among twenty, but can smell him that's stinking-Let go thy hold, when a great wheel runs down a hill, left it break thy neck with following it; but the great one that goes upward, let it draw thee after. When a wife man gives thee better counfel, give me mine again; I would have none but knaves follow it, fince a fool gives it. That, Sir, which ferves for gain, Will pack when it begins to rain, The knave turns fool that runs away; The fool no knave, perdy. Kent. Where learn'd you this, fool? Fool. Not i' th' stocks, fool. SCENE X. Enter Lear and Glofler. Lear. Deny to fpeak with me? they're fick, they're weary, They have travell'd all the night? mere fetches. Bring me a better anfwer Glo. My dear Lord, You know the fiery quality of the Duke: In his own courfe. Lear. Vengeance! plague! death! confufion!-Fiery? what fiery quality? why, Glo'fter, I'd speak with the duke of Cornwall and his wife. † images, for indications. Glo Glo. Well, my good Lord, I have inform'd them so. Lear. Inform'd them? doft thou understand me, man? Glo. Ay, my good Lord. Lear. The King would speak with Cornwall, the dear father Wou'd with his daughter speak; commands her fervice? 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're not ourselves, "When nature, being opprefs'd, commands the mind "To fuffer with the body." I'll forhear; And am fall'n out with my more headier will, To take the indifpos'd and fickly fit For the found man !-Death on my ftate! but wherefore Should he fit here? This act perfuades me, That this remotion of the Duke and her Is practice only. Give me my fervant forth; Go, tell the Duke and's wife, I'd speak with them: Till it cry, Sleep to death. [Exit. Glo. I would have all well betwixt you. Lear. Oh me, my heart! my rifing heart! but down. Fool. Cry to it, nuncle as the cockney did to the eels, when the put them i' th' pafty alive; the rapp'd 'em o' th' coxcombs with a ftick, and cry'd, Down, wantons, down: 'twas her brother, that in pure kindness to his horfe butter'd his hay. SCENE XI. Enter Cornwall, Regan, Glo'fter, and Servants. Lear. Good morrow to you both. Corn. Hail to your Grace! [Kent is fet at liberty.. Reg. I am glad to fee your Highness. Lear. Regan, I think you are; I know what reafon I have to think fo; if thou wert not glad, I would divorce me from thy mother's tomb, Sepulchring an adult'refs. O, are you free? [To Kent. Some other time for that. Beloved Regan, D 2 Thy |