Fool. Winter's not gone yet, if the wild geese fly that way. Fathers, that wear rags, Do make their children blind; 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 mother' 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. Stay here. Follow me not; [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, Will pack, when it begins to rain, And leave thee in the storm. 4 A quibble between dolours and dollars. But I will tarry, the fool will stay, The knave turns fool, that runs away; Kent. Where learned you this, fool? Re-enter LEAR, with GLOSTER. Lear. Deny to speak with me? They are sick? they are weary? They have travell'd hard to-night? Mere fetches; The images of revolt and flying off! Fetch me a better answer. Glo. My dear lord, You know the fiery quality of the duke; In his own course. Lear. Vengeance! plague! death! confusion! Fiery? what quality? Why Gloster, Gloster, I'd speak with the duke of Cornwall, and his wife. Glo. Well, my good lord, I have inform'd them So. Lear. Inform'd them! Dost thou understand me, man? Glo. Ay, my good lord. Lear. The king would speak with Cornwall; the dear father Would with his daughter speak, commands her ser Fiery? the fiery duke? No, but not yet: My breath and Tell the hot duke, that - 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, For the sound man.-Death on my state! wherefore [Looking on Kent. Should he sit here? This act persuades me, That this remotion" of the duke and her Is practice only. Give me my servant forth : Now, presently bid them come forth and hear me, Glo. I'd have all well betwixt you. [Exit. Lear. O me, my heart, my rising heart! — but, 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. Enter CORNWALL, REGAN, GLOSTER, and Servants. Lear. Good morrow to you both. Corn. 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 rea son I have to think so: if thou should'st not be glad, 6 Removing from their own house. 7 Artifice. Sharp-tooth'd unkindness, like a vulture here, [Points to his Heart. I can scarce speak to thee; thou 'lt not believe, O Regan! Reg. I pray you, sir, take patience; I have hope, You less know how to value her desert, Than she to scant her duty. Lear. Say, how is that? Reg. I cannot think, my sister in the least Would fail her obligation: If, sir, perchance, She have restrain'd the riots of your followers, 'Tis on such ground, and to such wholesome end, As clears her from all blame. Lear. My curses on her! Reg. O, sir, you are old; very verge Of her confine: you should be rul'd, and led Say, you have wrong'd her, sir. Lear. Ask her forgiveness? Do you but mark how this becomes the house 8: Dear daughter, I confess that I am old; Age is unnecessary: on my knees I beg, [Kneeling. That you 'll vouchsafe me raiment, bed, and food. Reg. Good sir, no more; these are unsightly tricks: Never, Regan: She hath abated me of half my train; Look'd black upon me; struck me with her tongue, Most serpent-like, upon the very heart: All the stor❜d vengeances of heaven fall On her ingrateful top! Strike her young bones, Corn. Fye, fye, fye! Lear. You nimble lightnings, dart your blinding flames Into her scornful eyes! Infect her beauty, 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 curse; Thy tender-hefted nature shall not give Thee o'er to harshness; her eyes are fierce, but thine Do comfort, and not burn: "Tis not in thee Thy half o' the kingdom hast thou not forgot, Reg. Good sir, to the purpose. [Trumpets within. What trumpet's that. Lear. Who put my man i' the stocks? Corn. 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 good hope 9 Contract my allowances. |