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Corn. This is a fellow of the self-same colour Our sister speaks of: - Come, bring away the

stocks. Glo. Let me beseech your grace not to do so : His fault is much, and the good king his master Will check him for 't: your purpos'd low correction Is such, as basest and contemned'st wretches, For pilferings and most common trespasses, Are punish'd with : the king must take it ill, That he's so slightly valued in his messenger, Should have him thus restrain'd. Corn.

I 'll answer that. Reg. My sister may receive it much more worse, To have her gentleman abus'd, assaulted, For following her affairs. - Put in his legs.

[Kent is put in the Stocks. Come, my good lord ; away.

[Exeunt REGAN and CORNWALL: Glo. I am sorry for thee, friend ; 'tis the duke's

pleasure, Whose disposition, all the world well knows, Will not be rubb’d, nor stopp'd : I'll entreat for

thee. Kent. Pray, do not, sir : I have watch'd, and

travell'd hard; Some time I shall sleep out, the rest I'll whistle. A good man's fortune may grow out at heels: Give you good morrow! Glo. The duke's to blame in this ; 't will be ill taken.

[Exit. Kent. Good king, that must approve

the common

sawo!

Thou out of heaven's benediction com’st
To the warm sun!
Approach, thou beacon to this under globe,
That by thy comfortable beams I may

Saying or proverb.

Peruse this letter! - Nothing almost sees miracles, But misery;

I know 'tis from Cordelia ; Who hath most fortunately been inform’d Of my obscured course; and shall find time From this enormous state, seeking to give Losses their remedies : · All weary and oʻer

watch’d, Take vantage, heavy eyes, not to behold This shameful lodging. Fortune, good night; smile once more; turn thy wheel !

[He sleeps.

SCENE III.

A Part of the Heath.

Enter EDGAR, Edg. I heard myself proclaim'd; And, by the happy hollow of a tree, Escap'd the hunt. No port is free; no place, That guard, and most unusual vigilance, Does not attend my taking. While I may 'scape, I will preserve myself: and am bethought To take the basest and most poorest shape, That ever penury, in contempt of man, Brought near to beast: my face I'll grime with filth; Blanket my

elf; all

my

hair in knots ;
And with presented nakedness outface
The winds, and persecutions of the sky.
The country gives me proof and precedent
Of Bedlam beggars, who, with roaring voices,
Strike in their numb'd and mortifi'd bare arms
Pins, wooden pricks", nails, sprigs of rosemary;

7 Hair thus knotted, was supposed to be the work of elves and fairies in the night. ;

8 Skewers.

loins ;

And with this horrible object, from low farms,
Poor pelting villages, sheep-cotes and mills,
Sometime with lunatick bans", sometime with

prayers, Enforce their charity. — Poor Turlygood! poor

Tom!
That's something yet ; – Edgar I nothing am.

[Exit.

SCENE IV.

Before Gloster's Castle.

Enter LEAR, Fool, and Gentleman. Lear. 'Tis strange, that they should so depart

from home,
And not send back my messenger.
Gent.

As I learn'd,
The night before there was no purpose in them
Of this remove.
Kent.

Hail to thee, noble master!
Lear. How!
Mak’st thou this shame thy pastime ?
Kent.

No, my lord. Fool. Ha, ha ; look! he wears cruel' garters ! Horses are tied by the heads ; dogs, and bears, by the neck; monkies by the loins, and men by the legs : when a man is over-lusty at legs, then he wears wooden nether stocks. ? Lear. What's he, that hath so much thy place

mistook To set thee here? Kent.

It is both he and she, Your son and daughter.

Curses.

1 A quibble on crewel, worsted. 2 The old word for stockings.

VOL. IX.

Lear. No.
Kent. Yes.
Lear. No, I say.
Kent. I say, yea.
Lear. No, no; they would not,
Kent. Yes, they have.
Lear. By Júpiter, I swear, no.
Kent. By Juno, I swear, ay.

Lear. They durst not do 't ;
They could not, would not do 't; 'tis worse than

murder,
To do upon respect such violent outrage :
Resolve me, with all modest haste, which way
Thou might'st deserve, or they impose, this usage,
Coming from us.
Kent.

My lord, when at their home
I did commend your highness' letters to them,
Ere I was risen from the place that show'd
My duty kneeling, came there a reeking post,
Stew'd in his haste, half breathless, panting forth
From Goneril his mistress, salutations ;
Deliver'd letters, spite of intermission,
Which presently they read: on whose contents,
They summond up their meiny', straight took

horse;
Commanded me to follow, and attend
The leisure of their answer; gave me cold looks:
And meeting here the other messenger,
Whose welcome, I perceiv'd, had poison'd mine,
(Being the very fellow that of late
Display'd so saucily against your highness,)
Having more man than wit about me, drew;
He raised the house with loud and coward cries :
Your son and daughter found this trespass worth
The shame which here it suffers.

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3 People, train or retinue.

Fool, Winter 's not gone yet, if the wild geese fly

that

way.
Fathers, that wear rags,

Do make their children blind ;
But fathers, that bear bags,

Shall see their children kind.

But, for all this, thou shalt have as many dolours * for thy daughters, as thou can'st tell in a year. Lear. O, how this mothers swells up toward

my heart! Hysterica passio! down, thou climbing sorrow, Thy element 's below! — Where is this daughter ?

Kent. With the earl, sir, here within.
Lear.

Follow me not; Stay here.

[Exit. Gent. Made you no more offence than what you

speak of? Kent. None. How chance the king comes with so small a train ?

Fool. An thou hadst been set i' the stocks for that question, thou hadst well deserved it.

Kent. Why, fool?

Fool. We'll set thee to school to an ant, to teach thee there's no labouring in the winter. Let go thy hold, when a great wheel runs down a hill, lest it break thy neck with following it ; but the great one that goes up the hill, let him draw thee after. When a wise man gives thee better counsel, give me mine again : I would have none but knaves follow it, since a fool gives it.

That, sir, which serves and seeks for gain,
And
follows but for

form,
Will pack, when it begins to rain,

And leave thee in the storm.

4 A quibble between dolours and dollars.
• The disease called the mother.

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