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Thy half o'the kingdom hast thou not forgot,
Wherein I thee endow’d.
Reg. 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 good hope Thou didst not know oft.—Who comes here? O heavens,

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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 Gon. 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. O, sides, you are too tough! Will you yet hold?—How came my man i'the stocks :

Corn. I set him there, sir; but his own disorders Deserv'd much less advancement.

Lear. - You! did you?

Reg. I pray you, father, being weak, seem so.

If, till the expiration of your month,
You will return and sojourn with my sister,
Dismissing half your train, come then to me;
I am now from home, and out of that provision
Which shall be needful for your entertainment.

Lear. Return to her, and fifty men dismiss'd?
No, rather I abjure all roofs, and choose
To wage against the enmity o'the air;
To be a comrade with the wolf and owl,-
Necessity's sharp pinch —Return with her?
Why, the hot-blooded France, that dowerless took
Our youngest born, I could as well be brought
To knee his throne, and, squire-like, pension beg
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 pr’ythee, 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: thou art a boil, A plague-sore, an embossed carbuncle,

In my corrupted blood. 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 spoke 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 that both charge and danger Speak 'gainst so great a 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


From those that she calls servants, or from mine?

Reg. Why not, my lord? If then they chanc'd to

slack you,

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 keep 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'll 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
Haye a command to tend you?

Iteg. What need one?

Lear. O, reason not the need: our basest beggars 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


You heavens, give me that patience, patience I need!
You see me here, you gods, a poor old man,
As full of grief as age; wretched in both !

If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts
Against their father, fool me not so much
To bear it tamely; touch me with noble anger!
O, let not women's weapons, water-drops,
Stain my man's cheeks 1–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: —O, fool, I shall go mad!
[Ereunt Lear, Gloster, Kent, and Fool,
Corn. Let us withdraw, 'twill 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 Glost ER.
Corn. Follow'd the old man forth:-he is return'd.
Glo. The king is in high rage.
Corn. Whither is he going?

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