Before GLOUCESTER'S Castle. KENT in the stocks. |
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Enter LEAR, Fool, and Gentleman. |
Lear. 'Tis strange that they should so depart from home, |
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 this shame thy pastime? |
Kent. No, my lord. |
Fool. Ha, ha! he wears cruel garters. Horses are tied by the head, dogs and bears by the neck, monkeys by the loins, and men by the legs: when a man is over-lusty 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 she, |
Your son and daughter. |
Lear. No. |
Kent. Yes. |
Lear. No, I say. |
Kent. I say, yea. |
Lear. No, no; they would not. |
Kent. Yes, they have. |
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 haste, which way |
Thou mightst 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, there came 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, 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 which of late |
Display'd so saucily against your highness,— |
Having more man than wit about me,—drew: |
He rais'd the house with loud and coward cries. |
Your son and daughter found this trespass worth |
The shame which here it suffers. |
Fool. Winter's not gone yet, if the wild geese fly that way. |
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 the poor. |
But for all this thou shalt have as many dolours for thy daughters as thou canst tell in a year. |
Lear. O! how this mother swells up toward my heart; |
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 than what you speak of? |
Kent. None. |
How chance the king comes with so small a number? |
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 i' the winter. All that follow their noses are led by their eyes but blind men; 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, |
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' the stocks, fool. |
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Re-enter LEAR, with GLOUCESTER. |
Lear. Deny to speak with me! They are sick! they are weary, |
They have travell'd hard to-night! Mere fetches, |
The images of revolt and flying off. |
Fetch me a better answer. |
Glo. My dear lord, |
You know the fiery quality of the duke; |
How unremovable and fix'd he is |
In his own course. |
Lear. Vengeance! plague! death! confusion! |
Fiery! what quality? Why, Gloucester, Gloucester, |
I'd speak with the Duke of Cornwall and his wife. |
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 service: |
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 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 fall'n out with my more headier will, |
To take the indispos'd and sickly fit |
For the sound man. Death on my state! [Looking on KENT.] Wherefore |
Should he sit here? This act persuades me |
That this remotion of the duke and her |
Is practice only. Give me my servant 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. [Exit. |
Lear. O, me! my heart, my rising heart! but, down! |
Fool. Cry to it, nuncle, as the cockney did to the eels when she put 'em i' the paste alive; she knapped 'em o' the coxcombs with a stick, and cried, 'Down, wantons, down!' 'Twas her brother that, in pure kindness to his horse, buttered his hay. |
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Enter CORNWALL, REGAN, GLOUCESTER, and Servants. |
Lear. Good morrow to you both. |
Corn. Hail to your Grace! [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 shouldst not be glad, |
I would divorce me from thy mother's tomb, |
Sepulchring an adult'ress.—[To KENT.] O! are you free? |
Some other time for that. Beloved Regan, |
Thy sister's naught: O Regan! she hath tied |
Sharp-tooth'd unkindness, like a vulture, here: [Points to his heart. |
I can scarce speak to thee; thou'lt not believe |
With how deprav'd a quality—O Regan! |
Reg. I pray you, sir, take patience. I have hope |
You less know how to value her desert |
Than she to scant her duty. |
Lear. Say, how is that? |
Reg. I cannot think my sister in the least |
Would fail her obligation: if, sir, perchance |
She have restrain'd the riots of your followers, |
'Tis on such ground, and to such wholesome end, |
As clears her from all blame. |
Lear. My curses on her! |
Reg. O, sir! you are old; |
Nature in you stands on the very verge |
Of her confine: you should be rul'd and led |
By some discretion that discerns your state |
Better than you yourself. Therefore I pray you |
That to our sister you do make return; |
Say, you have wrong'd her, sir. |
Lear. Ask her forgiveness? |
Do you but mark how this becomes the house: |
'Dear daughter, I confess that I am old; |
Age is unnecessary: on my knees I beg [Kneeling. |
That you'll vouchsafe me raiment, bed, and food.' |
Reg. Good sir, no more; these are unsightly tricks: |
Return you to my sister. |
Lear. [Rising.] Never, Regan. |
She hath abated me of half my train; |
Look'd black upon me; struck me with her tongue, |
Most serpent-like, upon the very heart. |
All the stor'd vengeances of heaven fall |
On her ingrateful top! Strike her young bones, |
You taking airs, with lameness! |
Corn. Fie, sir, fie! |
Lear. You nimble lightnings, dart your blinding flames |
Into her scornful eyes! Infect her beauty, |
You fen-suck'd fogs, drawn by the powerful sun, |
To fall and blast her pride! |
Reg. O the blest gods! So will you wish on me, |
When the rash mood is on. |
Lear. No, Regan, thou shalt never have my curse: |
Thy tender-hefted nature shall not give |
Thee o'er to harshness: her eyes are fierce, but thine |
Do comfort and not burn. 'Tis not in thee |
To grudge my pleasures, to cut off my train, |
To bandy hasty words, to scant my sizes, |
And, in conclusion, to oppose the bolt |
Against my coming in: thou better know'st |
The offices of nature, bond of childhood, |
Effects of courtesy, dues of gratitude; |
Thy half o' the kingdom hast thou not forgot, |
Wherein I thee endow'd. |
Reg. Good sir, to the purpose. |
Lear. Who put my man i' the stocks? [Tucket within. |
Corn. What trumpet's that? |
Reg. I know't, my sister's; this approves her letter, |
That she would soon be here. Is your lady come? |
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Enter OSWALD. |
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 on 't. Who comes here? O heavens, |
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Enter GONERIL. |
If you do love old men, if your sweet sway |
Allow obedience, if yourselves are old, |
Make it your cause; send down and take my part! |
[To GONERIL.] Art not asham'd to look upon this beard? |
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 SQ. |
If, till the expiration of your month, |
You will return and sojourn with my sister, |
Dismissing half your train, come then to me: |
I am now from home, and out of that provision |
Which shall be needful for your entertainment. |
Lear. Return to her? and fifty men dismiss'd! |
No, rather I abjure all roofs, and choose |
To wage against the enmity o' the air; |
To be a comrade with the wolf and owl, |
Necessity's sharp pinch! Return with her! |
Why, the hot-blooded France, that dowerless took |
Our youngest born, I could as well be brought |
To knee his throne, and, squire-like, pension beg |
To keep base life afoot. Return with her! |
Persuade me rather to be slave and sumpter |
To this detested groom. [Pointing at OSWALD. |
Gon. At your choice, sir. |
Lear. I prithee, 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; |
Let shame come when it will, I do not call it: |
I do not bid the thunder-bearer shoot, |
Nor tell tales of thee to high-judging Jove. |
Mend when thou canst; be better at thy leisure: |
I can be patient; I can stay with Regan, |
I and my hundred knights. |
Reg. Not altogether so: |
I look'd not for you yet, nor am provided |
For your fit welcome. Give ear, sir, to my sister; |
For those that mingle reason with your passion |
Must be content to think you old, and so— |
But she knows what she does. |
Lear. Is this well spoken! |
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 attendance |
From those that she calls servants, or from mine? |
Reg. Why not, my lord? If then they chanc'd to slack you |
We could control them. If you will come to me,— |
For now I spy a danger,—I entreat you |
To bring but five-and-twenty; to no more |
Will I give place or notice. |
Lear. I gave you all— |
Reg. And in good time you gave it |
Lear. Made you my guardians, my depositaries, |
But kept a reservation to be follow'd |
With such a number. What! must I come to you |
With five-and-twenty? Regan, said you so? |
Reg. And speak't again, my lord; no more with me. |
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. [To GONERIL.] I'll go with thee: |
Thy fifty yet doth double five-and-twenty, |
And thou art twice her love. |
Gon. Hear me, my lord. |
What need you five-and-twenty, ten, or five, |
To follow in a house, where twice so many |
Have a command to tend you? |
Reg. 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 need,— |
You heavens, give me that patience, patience I need! |
You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, |
As full of grief as age; wretched in both! |
If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts |
Against their father, fool me not so much |
To bear it tamely; touch me with noble anger, |
And let not women's weapons, water-drops, |
Stain my man's cheeks! No, you unnatural hags, |
I will have such revenges on you both |
That all the world shall—I will do such things,— |
What they are yet I know not,—but they shall be |
The terrors of the earth. You think I'll weep; |
No, I'll not weep: |
I have full cause of weeping, but this heart |
Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws |
Or ere I'll weep. O fool! I shall go mad. [Exeunt LEAR, GLOUCESTER, KENT, and Fool. |
Corn. Let us withdraw; 'twill be a storm. [Storm heard at a distance. |
Reg. This house is little: the old man and his people |
Cannot be well bestow'd. |
Gon. 'Tis his own blame; hath put himself from rest, |
And must needs taste his folly. |
Reg. For his particular, I'll receive him gladly, |
But not one follower. |
Gon. So am I purpos'd. |
Where is my Lord of Gloucester? |
Corn. Follow'd the old man forth. He is return'd. |
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Re-enter GLOUCESTER. |
Glo. The king is in high rage. |
Corn. Whither is he going? |
Glo. He calls to horse; but will I know not whither. |
Corn. 'Tis best to give him way; he leads himself. |
Gon. My lord, entreat him by no means to stay. |
Glo. Alack! the night comes on, and the bleak winds |
Do sorely ruffle; for many miles about |
There's scarce a bush. |
Reg. O! sir, to wilful men, |
The injuries that they themselves procure |
Must be their schoolmasters. Shut up your doors; |
He is attended with a desperate train, |
And what they may incense him to, being apt |
To have his ear abus'd, wisdom bids fear. |
Corn. Shut up your doors, my lord; 'tis a wild night: |
My Regan counsels well: come out o' the storm [Exeunt. |
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