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Thy half o'the kingdom hast thou not forgot,
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,
If you do love old men, if your sweet sway
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,
Lear. Return to her, and fifty men dismiss'd?
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;
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
We could control them: If you will come to me,
Lear. I gave you all—
Reg. And in good time you gave it.
Lear. Made you my guardians, my depositaries;
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;
Thy fifty yet doth double five and twenty,
Gon. Hear me, my lord;
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!
If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts
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