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To keep base life afoot : Return with her ?
At your choice, sir.
Not altogether so, sir ; I look'd not for you yet, nor am provided, For your fit welcome : Give ear, sir, to my sister ; For those that mingle reason with your passion, Must be content to think you old, and so — But she knows what she does. Lear.
Is this well spoken now? Reg. I dare avouch it, sir : What, fifty followers ? Is it not well? What should you need of more ? Yea, or so many ? sith 3 that both charge and
danger Speak 'gainst so great á number? How, in one
house, Should many people, under two commands, Hold amity? 'Tis hard ; almost impossible. Gon. Why might not you, my lord, receive at
tendance From those that she calls servants, or from mine? Reg. Why not my lord? If then they chanc'd to slack
2 A horse that carries necessaries on a journey.
We could control them : If you will come to me,
And in good time you gave it.
Reg. And speak it again, my lord; no more with
worst, Stands in some rank of praise :-- I'11
Hear me, my lord ;
you five and twenty, ten, or five,
What need one?
Against their father, fool me not so much
mad! [E.reunt LEAR, GLOSTER, Kent, and Fool. Corn. Let us withdraw, 't will be a storm.
[ Storm heard at a distance. Reg.
This house Is little ; the old man and his people cannot Be well bestow'd. Gon.
'Tis his own blame; he hath put Himself from rest, and must needs taste his folly.
Reg. For his particular, I 'll receive him gladly, But not one follower. Gon.
So am I purpos'd. Where is my lord of Gloster ?
Re-enter GLOSTER. Corn. Follow'd the old man forth;—he is return'd. Glo. The king is in high rage. Corn.
Whither is he going? Glo. He calls to horse ; but will I know not
whither. Corn. 'Tis best to give him way; he leads him.
self. Gon. My lord, entreat him by no means to stay, Glo. Alack, the night comes on, and the bleak
winds Do sorely ruffle; for many miles about There's scarce a bush.
0, sir, to wilful men,
A Storm is heard, with Thunder and Lightning.
Enter Kent, and a Gentleman, meeting.
Strives in his little world of man to out-scorn
But who is with him ?
Sir, I do know you; And dare, upon the warrant of my art, Commend a dear thing to you. There is division, Although as yet the face of it be cover'd With mutual cunning, 'twixt Albany and Cornwall; Who have (as who have not, that their great stars Thron’d and set high ?) servants, who seem no less; Which are to France the spies and speculations Intelligent of our state; what hath been seen, Either in snuffs and packings of the dukes ; Or the hard réin which both of them have borne Against the old kind king; or something deeper, Whereof, perchance, these are but furnishings?;But, true it is, from France there comes a power Into this scatter'd kingdom ; who already, Wise in our negligence, have secret feet In some of our best ports, and are at point To show their open banner.--Now to you: If credit
dare build so far
s. Whose dugs are drawn dry by its young; Snuffs are dislikes, and packings underhand contrivanees.