From this enormous flate, and seek to give Loffes their remedies. All This fhameful lodging. Fortune, good night; fmile once more, turn thy wheel. Edg. SCENE VIII. Changes to a Part of a Heath. "VE heard myself proclaim'd; I'VE [He fleeps. And, by the happy hollow of a tree, Does not attend my taking. While I may 'fcape, Brought near to beaft: my face I'll grime with filth, Lear. Changes again to the Earl of Glo'fter's Castle. IS ftrange, that they should fo depart from Gent. And not fend back my meffenger. Gent. As I learn'd, The night before, there was no purpose in them Kent. Hail to thee, noble master! Lear. Ha! mak'st thou thy fhame thy pastime? Kent. No, my lord. Fool. Ha, ha, he wears cruel garters; horses are ty'd by the heads, dogs and bears by th' neck, monkeys by th' loins, and men by th' legs; when a man is over-lufty at legs, then he wears wooden nether flocks. Lear. What's he, that hath fo much thy Place miftook, To fet thee here? Kent. It is both he and fhe, Your fon and daughter. Lear. No. Kent. Yes. Lear. No, I fay. Kent. I fay, yea. Lear. By Jupiter, I swear, no. Kent. By Juno, I swear, ay. Lear. They durft not do't. They could not, would not do't; 'tis worfe than murder, To do upon respect fuch violent outrage: Kent. My lord, when at their home I did commend your Highness' letters to them, They *They fummon'd up their meiny, ftrait took horfe; Commanded me to follow, and attend The leifure of their answer; gave me cold looks; Difplay'd fo faucily against your Highness,) Fool. Winter's not gone yet, if the wild geefe fly Fathers, that wear rags, Do make their children blind; But, for all this, thou fhalt have as many dolours from Hyfterica paffio, down, thou climbing forrow, Gent. Made you no more offence, But what you fpeak of? Kent. None. [Exit. How chance the King comes with so small a number? Fool. An thou hadst been set i'th' ftocks for that queftion, thou'dft well deferved it. Kent. Why, fool? Fool. We'll fet thee to school to an Ant, to teach thee there's no lab'ring i'th' winter. All, that follow their noses are led by their eyes, but blind men; and They fummon'd up their meiny,-] Meiny, i. e. People. Mr Pope. There's not a nose among twenty, but can smell him that's flinking-let go thy hold, when a great wheel runs down a hill, left it break thy neck with following it; but the great one that goes upward, let him draw thee after. When a wife man gives thee better counfel, give me mine again; I would have none but knaves follow it, fince a fool gives it. That Sir, which ferves for gain, And follows but for form, Will pack, when it begins to rain, But I will tarry, the fool will ftay, The knave turns fool, that runs away; The fool no knave, perdy. Kent. Where learn'd you this, fool? Lear. Enter Lear and Glo'fter. ENY to fpeak with me? they're fick, They have travell'd all the night? mere fetches, Bring me a better anfwer Glo. My dear lord, You know the fiery quality of the Duke: In his own course. Lear. Vengeance! plague! death! confufion! Fiery? what fiery quality? why, Glofter, I'd fpeak with the Duke of Cornwall, and his wife. Glo. Well, my good lord, I have inform'd them fo. Lear. Inform'd them? doft thou underftand me, man ? Glo. Ay, my good lord? Lear. The King would speak with Cornwall, the dear father Wou'd Wou'd with his daughter speak; commands her fer vice: Are they inform'd of this ?-my breath and blood!- Infirmity doth ftill neglect all office, Whereto our health is bound; we're not ourselves, And am fall'n out with my more headier will, For the found man.-Death on my ftate! but wherefore That this remotion of the Duke and her Is practice only. Give me my servant forth; [Exit. Glo. I would have all well betwixt you. Lear. Oh me, my heart!. my rifing heart! but down. Fool. Cry to it, nuncle, as the cockney did to the Eels, when he put them i'th' Pafty alive; fhe rapt 'em o'th' coxcombs with a stick, and cry'd, down wantons, down; 'Twas her brother, that in pure kindnefs to his horse butter'd his hay. Enter Cornwell, Regan, Glo'fter, and Servants. [Kent is fet at liberty. Reg. I am glad to fee your Highness. Lear. Regan, I think, you are; I know, what reason I have to think fo; if thou wert not glad, Sepulchring an adult'refs. Ó, are you free?[To Kent. Some other time for that. Beloved Regan, Thy |