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From this enormous state, and seek to give
Losses their remedies. All weary and o'er-watch'd, ,
Take 'vantage, heavy eyes, not to behold
This shameful lodging.
Fortune, good night; smile once more, turn thy wheel.
S C Ε Ν Ε VIII.
Changes to a Part of a Heath.
Efcap'd the hunt. No port is free, no place,
That Guard and most unusual vigilance
Does not attend my laking. While I may 'scape,
I will preserve myself: and am bethought
To take the baselt and the poorest shape,
That ever Penury in contempt of man
Brought near to beast: my face I'll grime with filth,
Blanket my loins; elfe all my hair in knots;
And with presented nakedness out-face
The winds, and perfecutions of the sky.
The country gives me proof and president
Of bedlam beggars, who, with roaring voices,
Strike in their numb’d and mortify'd bare arms
Pins, wooden pricks, nails, sprigs of rosemary;
And with this horrible object, from low farms,
Poor pelting villages, sheep-coats and mills,
Sometimes with lunatic bans, sometimes with pray’rs,
Inforce their charity; poor Turlygood! poor Tom! -
That's something yet : Edgar I nothing am. [Exit.
S CE N E IX.
Changes again to the Earl of Glo'ster's Cafle.
Enter Lear, Fool, and Gentleman.
Lear. IS strange, that they should so depart from
And not send back my messenger.
Gent. As I learn'd,
The night before, there was no purpose in them
Of this remove.
Kent. Hail to thee, noble master!
Lear. Ha! mak'st thou thy shame 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 stocks. Lear. What's he, that hath so much thy Place
mistook, To set thee here?
Kent. It is both he and fhe, Your son and daughter.
Lear. No. Kent. Yes. Lear. No, I say. Kent. I say, yea. Lear. By Jupiter, I swear, no. Kent. By Juno, I swear, ay. Lear. They durst not do't. They could not, would not do't ; 'tis worse than
murder, To do upon respect such violent outrage : Resolve me with all modest halte, 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 sbew'd
My duty kneeling, came a reeking Post,
Stew'd in his hafte, half breathless, panting forth
From Gonerill his mistress, falutation;
Deliver'd letters spight of intermission,
Which presently they read: on whose contents
* They summon'd up their meiny, ftrait 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, which of late
Display'd so saucily against your Highness,)
Having more man than wit about me, I drew;
He rais'd the house with loud and coward cries :
Your son and daughter fouad this trespass worth
The shame which here it suffers.
Fool. Winter's not gone yet, if the wild geese fly
Fathers, that wear rags,
Do make their children blind;
But fathers, that bear bags,
Shall see their children kind.
Fortune, that arrant whore,
Ne'er turns the key to th' poor.
But, for all this, thou shalt have as many dolours from
Thy dear daughters, as thou canst tell in a year.
Lear. Oh, how this mother swells up tow'rd.my
Hysterica passio, down, thou climbing sorrow,
Thy element's below; where is this daughter?
Kent. With the Earl, Sir, here within.
Lear. Follow me not; stay here.
[Exit. Gent. Made you no more offence, But what you speak of?
Kent. None. How chance the King comes with so small a number?
Fool. An thou hadst been set i'th' stocks for that question, thou'dít well deserved it.
Kent, Why, fool ?
Fool. We'll set 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 summor'd up their meiny,–) Meiny, i. e. People. Mr Pope.
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, left it break thy neck with follow-
ing it; but the great one that goes upward, 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, fince a fool gives it.
That Sir, which serves for gain,
And follows but for form,
Will pack, when it begins to rain,
And leave thee in the storm :
But I will tarry, the fool will stay,
And let the wise man fly :
The knave turns fool, that runs away;
The fool no knave, perdy.
Kent. Where learn'd you this, fool ?
Fool. Not i'th' Stocks, fool.
S C Ε Ν Ε
Ν Ε Χ.
Enter Lear and Glo'ster.
Lear. ENY to speak with me? they're fick,
They have travell'd all the night? mere fetches,
The images of revolt and flying off,
Bring me a better answer-
Glo. My dear lord,
You know the fiery quality of the Duke:
How unremovable, and fixt he is
In his own course.
Lear. Vengeance! .plague! death! confufion!
Fiery? what fiery quality? why, Glo ser,
I'd speak with the Duke of Cornwall, and his wife.
Glo. Well, my good lord, I have inform'd them fo. Lear. Inform'd them? dost thou understand
me, man ? Glo. Ay, my good lord ? Lear. The King would speak with Cornwall, the dear father
Wou'd with his daughter speak; commands her ser
Are they inform'd of this ?-my breath and blood!-
Fiery ? the fiery duke? tell the hot Duke, that
No, but not yet; may be, he is not well;
Infirmity doth ftill neglect all office,
Whereto our health is bound; we're not ourselves,
When Nature, being opprest, commands the mind
To suffer with the body. I'll forbear;
And am fall’n out with my more headier will,
To take the indispos'd and fickly fit
For the found man.---Death on my state! but wherefore
Should he sit here? this Act persuades me,
That this remotion of the Duke and her
Is practice only. Give me my fervant forth;
Go, tell the Duke and's 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 would have all well betwixt you.
Lear. Oh me, my heart !.my rising heart! but down.
Fool. Cry to it, nuncle, as the cockney did to the Eels, when she put them i'th' Pafty aliye; sbe rapt 'em o'th' coxcombs with a stick, and cry'd, down wantons, down; Twas her brother, that in pure kindness to his horse butter'd his hay. SCENE XI.
Enter Cornwell, Regan, Glo'ster, and Servants.
Lear. OOD-morrow to you both.
[Kent is set at liberty. Reg. I am glad to see your Highness.
Lear. Regan, I think, you are; I know, what reason I have to think so; if thou wert not glad, I would divorce me from thy mother's tomb, Sepulchring an adult'ress. O, are you free?[To Kent. Some other time for that. Beloved Regan,