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But I will tarry, the fool will stay;
And let the wise man fly,
fool no knave, perdy.
Kent. Where learned you this, fool ?
Re-enter LEAR, with GLOSTER. Lear. Deny to speak with me? They are sick ? they are weary,
My dear lord,
Lear. Vengeance! plague! death! confusion ! -
Glo. Well, my good lord, I have inform’d them Lear. Inform’d them! Dost thou understand me,
Glo. Ay, my good lord.
dear father Would with his daughter speak, commands her ser
vice : 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 are not ourselves, When nature, being oppress’d, commands the mind To suffer with the body : I'll forbear;
And am fallen out with my more headier will,
[Looking on Kent.
Sleep to death.
down. Fool. Cry to it, nuncle, as the cockney did to the eels, when she put them i' the paste alive; she rapp'd 'em o' the coxcombs with a stick, and cry'd, Down, wantons, down : 'Twas her brother, that in pure kindness to his horse, butter'd his hay.
Till it cry:
Enter CORNWALL, REGAN, GLOSTER, and
Lear. Good morrow to you both.
Hail to your grace!
[Kent is set at Liberty. Reg. I am glad to see your highness. Lear. Regan, I think you are; I know what reaI have to think so: if thou should'st not be glad, I would divorce me from thy mother's tomb, Sepúlchring an adultress. — 0, are
[To KENT. Some other time for that. Beloved Regan, Thy sister 's naught: 0 Regan, she hath tied
6 Removing from their own house.
Sharp-tooth'd unkindness, like a vulture here,
[Points to his Heart.
Reg. I pray you, sir, take patience; I have hope,
Say, how is that?
Lear. My curses on her!
0, sir, you are old ;
Ask her forgiveness ?
but mark how this becomes the house 8 :
Never, Regan :
Fye, fye, fye!
8 The order of families.
Lear. You nimble lightnings, dart your blinding
flames Into her scornful eyes ! Infect her beauty, You fen-suck'd fogs, drawn by the powerful sun, To fall and blast her pride ! Reg:
O the blest gods ! So will you wish on me, when the rash mood's on.
Lear. No, Regan, thou shalt never have my
Good sir, to the purpose.
[Trumpets within. Lear. Who put my man i’ the stocks? Corn.
What trumpet's that.
Enter Steward. Reg. I know't, my sister's: this approves her
letter, That she would soon be here.— Is your lady come?
Lear. This is a slave, whose easy-borrow'd pride Dwells in the fickle grace of her he follows: Out, varlet, from my sight! Corn.
What means your grace ? Lear. Who.stock'd my servant? Regan, I have is good hope
9 Contract my allowances.
Who comes here? O
Thou didst not know of 't.
Enter GONERIL. If you
do love old men, if your sweet sway Allow' obedience, if yourselves are old, Make it your cause; send down, and take my
part! Art not asham’d to look upon this beard ?
[To GONERIL. O, Regan, wilt thou take her by the hand ? Gon. Why not by the hand, sir ? How have I
offended ? All 's not offence, that indiscretion finds, · And dotage terms so. Lear.
0, sides, you are too tough! Will you yet hold? How came my man i' the
You, did you ?
Lear. Return to her, and fifty men dismiss'd?,