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Edg. Do you bufy yourself with that?
Edm. I promise you, the effects he writes of, succeed unhappily; as of unnaturalness between the child and the parent; death, dearth, dissolutions of ancient amities; divisions in state, menaces and maledictions against king and nobles ; needless diffidences, banishment of friends, diffipation of cohorts, nuptial breaches, and I know not what.
Edg. How long have you been a sectary astronomical ?
Edm. Parted you in good terms? Found you no displeasure in him, by word, or countenance ?
Edg. None at all.
Edm. Bethink yourself, wherein you may have offended him: and at my entreaty, forbear his presence, till some little time hath qualified the heat of his displeasure ; which at this instant fo rageth in him, that with the mischief of your person it would scarcely allay.
Edg. Some villain hath done me wrong.
Edm. That's my fear. I pray you, have a continent forbearance, till the speed of his rage goes flower; and, as I say, retire with me to my lodging, from whence I will fitly bring you to hear my lord speak : Pray you, go; there's my key:-If you do stir abroad, go arm'd.
Edg. Arm’d, brother ?
Edm. Brother, I advise you to the best; go arm’d; I am no honest man, if there be any good meaning towards you: I have told you what I have seen and heard, but faintly; nothing like the image and horror of it: Pray you, away. Edg. Shail I hear from you anon?
Edm. I do serve you in this business. [Exit EDGAR, A credulous father, and a brother noble, Whose nature is so far from doing harms, That he suspects none; on whose foolith honesty My practices ride easy!—I see the business.Let me, if not by birth, have lands by wit : All with me's meet, that I can fashion fit, [Exit,
A Room in the Duke of ALBANY's Palace.
Enter GONERIL and STEWARD. Gon. Did my father strike my gentleman for chiding of his fool ?
Ste:w. Ay, madam.
Gon. By day and night! he wrongs me; every hour He flashes into one gross crinie or other, That sets us all at odds : I'll not endure it: His knights grow riotous, and himself upbraids us On every trifle :- When he returns from hunting, I will not speak with him; say, I am fick :If you come Nack of former services, You shall do well; the fault of it I'll answer. Stew. He's coming, madam; I hear him.
[Horns within. Gon. Put on what weary negligence you please, You and your fellows; I'd have it come to question: If he didike it, let him to my sister, Whose mind and mine, I know, in that are one, Not to be over-rul'd. Idle old man, That still would manage those authorities, That he hath given away!--Now, by my life, Old fools are babes again; and must be us'd
With checks, as flatteries,—wlien they are seen ahusid.
Very well, madam.
A Hall in the same.
Enter Kent, disguised.
Horns within. Enter LEAR, Knights, and Attendants..
Lear. Let me not stay a jot for dinner; go, get it ready. [Exit an Attendant.] How now, what art thou ?
Kent. A man, fir.
Lear. What dost thoä profess? What would'st ou with us?
Kent. I do profess to be no less than I seem; to serve hiin truly, that will put me in trust; to love him that is honest; to converse with him that is wise, and says little ; to fear judgment; to fight, when I cannot choose; and to eat no filh. Lear. What art thou ?
Kent. A very honeft-hearted fellow, and as poor as the king.
Lear. If thou be as poor for a subject, as he is for a king, thou art poor enough. What would'st thou ?
Kent. No, fir; but you have that in your countenance, which I would fain call master.
Lear. What's that?
Kent. I can keep honeft counsel, ride, run, mar a curious tale in telling it, and deliver a plain message bluntly: that which ordinary men are fit for, I am qualified in ; and the best of me is diligence.
Lear. How old art thou ?
Kent. Not so young, sir, to love a woman for singing ; nor so old, to dote on her for any thing: I have years on my back forty-eight.
Lear. Follow me; thou shalt ferve me; if I like thee no worse after dinner, I will not part from thee yet. Dinner, ho, dinner! - Where's my knave ? my fool ? Go you, and call my fool hither :
[Exit. Lear. What says the fellow there? Call the clotpoll back.- Where's my fool, ho?-I think the world's alleep. How now? Where's that mongrel ? Kright. He says, my lord, your daughter is not well.
Lear. Why came not the flave back to me, when I call'd him?
Knight. Sir, he answer'd me in the roundeft manner, he would not.
Lear. He would not!
Knight. My lord, I know not what the matter is; but, to my judgement, your highness 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 dependants, 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 mine own conception : I have perceived a most faint neglect of late; which I have rather blamed as mine own jealous curiosity, than as a very pretence and purpose of unkindness : I will look further into't. But where's my fool? I have not seen him this two days.
Knight. Since my young lady's going into France, fir, 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 fool.
Stew. My lady's father.
Lear. My lady's father! my lord's knave: you whore: fon dog! you flave! you cur!
Stew. I am none of this, my lord; I beseech you, par