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To keep base life afoot : Return with her ?
Persuade me rather to be slave and sumpter ?
To this detested groom. [Looking on the Steward.
Gon.

At your choice, sir.
Lear. I pry thee, daughter, do not make me mad;
I will not trouble thee, my child ; farewell :
We'll no more meet, no more see one another :
But yet thou art my flesh, my blood, my daughter ;
Or, rather, a disease that 's in my flesh,
Which I must needs call mine.
But I 'll not chide thee;
Let shame come when it will, I do not call it :
I do not bid the thunder-bearer shoot,
Nor tell tales of thee to high-judging Jove :
Mend, when thou canst; be better, at thy leisure :
I can be patient; I can stay with Regan,
I, and my hundred knights.
Reg:

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

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We could control them : If you will come to me,
(For now I spy a danger,) I entreat you
To bring but five and twenty ; to no more
Will I give place or notice.
Lear. I gave you

all Reg.

And in good time you gave it.
Lear. Made you my guardians, my depositaries ;
But kept a reservation to be follow'd
With such a number : What, must I come to you
With five and twenty, Regan? said you so ?

Reg. And speak it again, my lord; no more with
Lear. Those wicked creatures yet do look well-

favour'd,
When others are more wicked; not being the

worst, Stands in some rank of praise :-- I'11

go

with thee;

[TO GONERIL,
Thy fifty yet doth double five and twenty,
And thou art twice her love.
Gon,

Hear me, my lord ;
What need

you five and twenty, ten, or five,
To follow in a house, where twice so many
Have a command to tend you?
Reg.

What need one?
Lear. O, reason not the need : our basest beg-

gars
Are in the poorest thing superfluous :
Allow not nature more than nature needs,
Man's life is cheap as beast's: thou art a lady;
If only to go warm were gorgeous,
Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st,
Which scarcely keeps thee warm. - But, for true

need,
You heavens, give me that patience, patience 1

need!
You see me here, you gods, a poor
As full of grief as age; wretched in both !
If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts

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Against their father, fool me not so much
To bear it tamely; touch me with noble anger !
0, let not women's weapons, water-drops,
Stain my man's cheeks ! - No, you unnatural hags,
I will have such revenges on you both,.
That all the world shall-I will do such things,
What they are yet, I know not; but they shall be
The terrors of the earth. You think, I'll weep;
No, I'll not weep :
I have full cause of weeping; but this heart
Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws,
Or ere I 'll weep:-0, fool, I shall

go

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.

Reg:

0, sir, to wilful men,
The injuries that they themselves procure,
Must be their schoolmasters : Shut up your doors;
He is attended with a desperate train;
And what they may incense 4 him to, being apt
To have his ear abus'd, wisdom bids fear.
Corn. Shut up your doors, my lord; 'tis a wild

night;
My Regan counsels well: come out oʻthe storm.

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A Storm is heard, with Thunder and Lightning.

Enter Kent, and a Gentleman, meeting.
Kent. Who's here, beside foul weather ?
Gent, One minded like the weather, most un-

quietly.
Kent. I know you ; Where's the king ?
Gent. Contending with the fretful element:
Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea,
Or swell the curled waters 'bove the main,
That things might change, or cease : tears his white

hair;
Which the impetuous blasts, with eyeless rage,
Catch in their fury, and make nothing of:

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Strives in his little world of man to out-scorn
The to-and-fro-conflicting wind and rain.
This night, wherein the cub-drawn bears would

couch,
The lion and the belly-pinched wolf
Keep their fur dry, unbonnetted he runs,
And bids. what will take all.
Kent.

But who is with him ?
Gent. None but the fool; who labours to out-jest
His heart-struck injuries.
Kent.

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

you

dare build so far
To make your speed to Dover, you shall find
Some that will thank you, making just report
Of how unnatural and bemadding sorrow
The king hath cause to 'plain.
I am a gentleman of blood and breeding;

on my

s. Whose dugs are drawn dry by its young; Snuffs are dislikes, and packings underhand contrivanees.

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