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Poor pelting villages, sheep cotes and mills, Sometime with lunatick bans, sometime with prayers, Enforce their charity.-Poor Turlygood! poor Tom ! That's something yet ;-Edgar I nothing am. [Erit.
Before Gloster's Castle.
Enter Lear, Fool, and Gentleman. Lear. 'Tis strange, that they should so depart from
As I learn'd,
Hail to thee, noble master !
No, my lord.
garters ! Horses are tied by the heads; dogs, and bears, by the neck; monkies by the loins, and men by the legs : when a man is over-lusty at legs, then he wears wooden nether-stocks.4 Lear. What's he, that hath so much thy place mis
took To set thee here? Kent.
It is both he and she, Your son and daughter.
3 A quibble on crewel, worsted. 4 The old word for stockings.
Lear. They durst not do't ;
murder, To do upon respeet such violent outrage : Resolve me, with all modest haste, which way Thou might'st deserve, or they impose, this usage, Coming from us. Kent.
My lord, when at their home I did commend your highness' letters to them, Ere I was risen from the place that show'd My duty kneeling, came there a reeking post, Stew'd in his haste, half breathless, panting forth From Goneril his mistress, salutations; Deliver'd letters, spite of intermission, Which presently they read : on whose contents, They summon’d up their meiny, 5 straight took horse ; Commanded me to follow, and attend The leisure of their answer; gave me cold looks : And meeting here the other messenger, Whose welcome, I perceiv’d, had poison'd mine, (Being the very fellow that of late Display'd so saucily against your highness,) Having more man than wit about me, drew;
5 People, train or retinue.
He rais'd the house with loud and coward cries :
Fool. Winter's not gone ýet, if the wild geese fly
Fathers, that wear rags,
Do make their children blind;
Shall see their children kind.
Ne'er turns the key to the poor.
my heart! Hysterica passio! down, thou climbing sorrow, Thy element's below !—Where is this daughter?
Kent. With the earl, sir, here within.
Follow me not ;
[Exit. Gent. Made you no more offence than what you
? Kent. None. How chance the king comes with so small a train ?
Fool. An thou hadst been set i’ the stocks for that question, thou hadst well deserved it.
Kent. Why, fool ?
Fool. We'll set thee to school to an ant, to teach thee there's no labouring in the winter. All that follow their noses are led by their eyes,
but blind men;
6 A quibble between dolours and dollars..
7 The disease called the motber.
and there's not a nose among twenty, but can smell him that's stinking. Let go thy hold, when a great wheel runs down a hill, lest it break thy neck with following it; but the great one that goes up the hill, let him draw thee after. When a wise man gives thee better counsel, give me mine again : I would have none but knaves follow it, since a fool gives it.
That, sir, which serves and seeks for gain,
And follows but for form,
And leave thee in the storm.
And let the wise man fly :
The fool no knave, perdy.
Re-enter LEAR, with Gloster.
they are weary?
My dear lord,
Lear. Vengeance! plague! death! confusion !-
Glo. Well, my good lord, I have inform'd them so.
Lear. Inform'd them! Dost thou understand me,
man ? Glo. Ay, my good lord. Lear. The king would speak with Cornwall; the
dear father Would with his daughter speak, commands her ser
vice : Are they inform'd of this ?
-My breath and blood !Fiery? the fiery duke ?- Tell the hot duke, thatNo, but not yet :-may be, he is not well : Infirmity doth still neglect all office, Whereto our health is bound; we are not ourselves, When nature, being oppress'd, commands the mind To suffer with the body : I'll forbear; And am fallen out with my more headier will, To take the indispos’d and sickly fit For the sound man.-Death on my state! wherefore
[Looking on Kent. Should he sit here? This act persuades me, That this remotion of the duke and her Is practice 9 only. Give me my servant forth : Go, tell the duke and his wife, I'd speak with them, Now, presently: bid them come forth and hear me, Or at their chamber door I'll beat the drum, Till it cry-Sleep to death.
Glo. I'd have all well betwixt you. [Exit. Lear. O me, my heart, my rising-heart!—but,
down. Fool. Cry to it, nuncle, as the cockney did to the
8 Removing from their own house. YOL. IX.