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Saddle my horses, call my train together.--
Degen'rate bastard! I'll not trouble thee;
Yet have I left a daughter.

rabble Gon. You strike my people, and your disorder'd Make servants of their betters.

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S CE N E XV.

To them, Enter Albany. Lear. OE! that too late repents—0, Sir, are

you

come? Is it your will, speak, Sir ? prepare my horses.-

[To Albany. Ingratitude ! thou marble-hearted fiend, More hideous, when thou shew'st thee in a child, Than the sea-monster.

Alb. Pray, Sir, be patient.

Lear. Detested kite! thou liest. [To Gonerill. My train are men of choice and rarest

parts, That all particulars of duty know; And in the most exact regard support The worships of their names. O most small fault ! How ugly didst thou in Cordelia shew? Which, like an engine, wrencht my frame of nature From the fixt place; drew from my heart all love, And added to the gall. O Lear, Lear, Lear! Beat at this gate that let thy folly in,

[Striking his head. And thy dear judgment out.-Go, go, my people.

Alb. My lord, I'm guiltless, as I'm ignorant, Of what hath moved you.

Lear. It may be so, my lord-Hear, Nature, hear; dear Goddess, hear a Father! Suspend thy purpose, if thou didit intend To make this creature fruitful : Into her womb convey fterility, Dry up in her the organs of increase, And from her derogate body never spring

A Babe to honour her! If she must teem,
Create her child of spleen, that it may live,

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And be a thwart disnatur'd torment to her;
Let it stamp wrinkles in her brow of youth,
* With candent tears fret channels in her cheeks :
Turn all her mother's pains and benefits
To laughter and contempt ; that she may feel,
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is,
To have a thankless child.---Go, go, my people.
Alb. Now, Gods, that we adore, whereof comes:

this ?
Gon. Never afflict yourself to know of it:
But let his disposition have that scope,
That dotage gives it.

Lear. What, fifty of my followers at a clap?
Within a fortnight ?---

Alb. What's the matter, Sir ?

Lear. I'll tell thee--life and death! I am asham'd That thou haft power to shake my manhood thus;

[To Gonerill. That these hot tears, which break from me perforce, Should make thee worth them,blafts and fogs upon

thee!
Th’untented woundings of a father's curse
+ Pierce every fence about thee! Old fond eyes,
Beweep this Cause again, I'll pluck ye out,
And cast you, with the waters that you lose,
To temper clay. Ha!-is it come to this?
Let it be fo: I have another daughter,
Who, I am sure, is kind and comfortable;
When she shall hear this of thee, with her nails
She'll flea thy wolfish visage. Thou shalt find,

* With cadent tears.---] We should read, candent, i. e. hot, scalding. † Pierce every sense about thee!] We should read,

Pierce every fence about thee!] i. e. Guard, Security, Barrier. Let nothing stand against a Father's Curlea

Warburton.

That

That I'll resume the shape, which thou dost think
I have cast off for ever. [Ex. Lear and Attendants.

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SC EN XVI. Gon.

O you mark that?

Alb. I cannot be so partial, Gonerill, To the great love I bear you,

Gon. Pray you, be content. What, Oswald, ho! You, Sir, more knave than fool, after your master. Fool. Nuncle Lear, nuncle Lear, tarry, take the fool

with thee:
A Fox, when one has caught her,
And such a daughter,
Should sure to the slaughter,
If my cap would buy a halter,
So the fool follows after.

(Exit. Gon. This man hath had good counsel a hundred

Knights?
'Tis politic, and safe, to let him keep
A hundred Knights ; yes, that on ev'ry dream,
Each buz, each fancy, each complaint, dislike,
He may 'enguard his dotage with their pow'rs,
And hold our lives at mercy : Oswald, I say.

Alb. Well, you may fear too far;

Gon. Safer than trust too far.
Let me still take away the harms I fear,
Not fear ftill to be harm'd. I know his heart;
What he hath utter'd, I have writ my lifter;'
If she'll sustain him and his hundred Knights,
When I have shew'd th’unfitness-

Enter Steward.
How now, Oswald ?
What, have you writ that letter to my sister ?

Stew. Ay, Madam.

Gon. Take you some company, and away to horse; Inform her full of my particular fears,

And thereto add such reasons of your own,
As may compa&t it more. So get you gone,
And haften
your return.

[Exit Steward.
-No, no, my lord,
This milky gentleness and course of yours,
Though I condemn it not, yet, under pardon,
You are much more at task for want of wisdom,
Than prais’d for harmful mildness.

Alv. How far your eyes may pierce, I cannot tell ; Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.

Gon. Nay then-
Alb. Well, well, th' event.

[Exeunt.

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S CE NE XVII. A Court-Yard belonging to the Duke of Albany's Palace,

Re-enter Lear, Kent, Gentlemen and Fool, Lear. O you before to Gloster with these letters ;

acquaint my daughter no further with any thing you know, than comes from her demand out of the letter: if your diligence be not speedy, I shall be there afore you.

Kent. I will not sleep, my lord, 'till I have delivered your letter.

Exit. Fool. If a man's brain were in his heels, were't not in danger of kibes?

Lear. Ay, boy.

Fool. Then, I pr’ythee, be merry, thy wit shall not go lip-shod.

Lear. Ha, ha, ha.

Fool. Shalt fee, thy other daughter will use thee kindly; for though she's as like this as a crab's like an apple, yet I can tell what I can tell.

Lear. What canst tell, boy?

Fool. She will taste as like this, as a crab does to a crab. Canst thou tell, why one's nose stands i'th' middle of one's face?

Lear.

Lear. No.

Fool. Why, to keep one's eyes of either side one's nose; that what a man cannot smell out, he may spy into.

Lear. I did her wrong-
Fool. Canft tell how an oyster makes his shell ?
Lear. No.
Fool. Nor I neither; but I can tell, why a 'snail has
a house.

Lear. Why?

Fool. Why, to put's head in, not to give it away to his daughters, and leave his horns without a café.

Lear. I will forget my nature : so kind a father! be my horses ready?

Fool. Thy asses are gone about 'em; the reason, why the seven stars are no more than seven, is a

pretty reason.

Lear. Because they are not eight.

Fool. Yes, indeed; thou would'st make a good fool. Lear. To take't again perforce !

-monster ingratitude !

Fool. If you were my fool, nuncle, I'd have thee beaten for being old before thy time.

Lear. How's that ?

Fool. Thou should'st not have been old, 'till thou hadft been wife.

Lear. O, let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heav'n!
Keep me in temper, I would not be mad.

Enter Gentleman.
How now, are the horses ready?

Gent. Ready, my lord.
Lear. Come, boy.
Fool. She that's a maid now, and laughs at my

departure,
Shall not be a maid long, unless things be cut shorter.

(Exeunt. C 5

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