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II. iv.

-Your Sonne and Daughter found this trefpaffe worth
The fhame which heere it fuffers.

(way,

Foole. Winters not gon yet, if the wil'd Geese fly that
Fathers that weare rags, do make their Children blind,

50 But Fathers that beare bags, fhall fee their children kind.
Fortune that arrant whore, nere turns the key toth' poore.
But for all this thou shalt haue as many Dolors for thy
Daughters, as thou canft tell in a yeare.

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Lear. O how this Mother fwels vp toward my heart!
Hiftorica paffio, downe thou climing forrow,

Thy Elements below where is this Daughter?

Kent. Wirh the Earle Sir, here within.

Lear. Follow me not, ftay here.

Gen. Made you no more offence,

But what you speake of?

Kent. None:

Exit.

How chance the the King comes with fo fmall a number?
Foole. And thou hadst beene fet i'th'Stockes for that
queftion, thoud'ft well deferu'd it.

Kent. Why Foole?

Foole. Wee'l fet thee to fchoole to an Ant, to teach thee ther's no labouring i'th'winter. All that follow their nofes, are led by their eyes, but blinde men, and there's not a nose among twenty, but can smell him that's stinking; let go thy hold, when a great wheele runs downe a hill, leaft it breake thy necke with following. But the great one that goes vpward, let him draw thee after: when a wifeman giues thee better counsell giue me mine againe, I would hause none but knaues follow it, fince a Foole giues it.

That Sir, which ferues and feekes for gaine,

80 And followes but for forme;

Will packe, when it begins to raine,

And leaue thee in the storme,

But I will tarry, the Foole will stay,

And let the wifeman flie:

The knaue turnes Foole that runnes away,

The Foole no knaue perdie.

Enter Lear, and Glofter:

Kent. Where learn'd you this Foole?

Foole. Not i'th Stocks Foole.

Lear. Deny to speake with me?

They are sicke, they are weary,

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90 They traueled hard to night, meare Iuftice,

I the Images of reuolt and flying off,

Fetch mee a better anfwere.

Gloft. My deere Lord, you know the fierie qualitie of the
Duke, how vnremoueable and fixt he is in his owne Course.

Lear. Vengeance, death, plague, confufion, what fierie quality, why Glofter, Gloster, id'e speake with the Duke of Cornewall, and [34 his wife.

Gloft. I my good Lord.

Lear. The King would fpeak with Cornewal, the deare father

Would with his daughter speake, commands her feruice,

Fierie Duke, tell the hot Duke that Lear,

No but not yet may be he is not well,

Infirmitie doth still neglect all office, where to our health Is boud, we are not our felues, when nature being opreft 110 Comand the mind to fuffer with the bodie, ile forbeare,

And am fallen out with my more hedier will,

To take the indifpos'd and fickly fit, for the found man,
Death on my state, wherfore fhould he fit here?
This act perfwades me, that this remotion of the Duke
Is practife, only giue me my feruant forth,

Tell the Duke and's wife, Ile fpeake with them

Now presently, bid them come forth and heare me,
Or at their chamber doore ile beat the drum,

120 Till it cry fleepe to death.

Gloft. I would haue all well betwixt you.

Lear. O my heart, my heart.

(& her

Foole. Cry to it Nunckle, as the Cokney did to the eeles, when fhe put vm ith pâft aliue, she rapt vm ath coxcombs with a stick, and cryed downe wantons downe, twas her brother, that in pure kindnes to his horfe buttered his hay.

Enter Duke and Regan.

Lear. Good morrow to you both.

Duke. Hayle to your Grace.

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90 They haue trauail'd all the night? meere fetches,

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The images of reuolt and flying off.

Fetch me a better answer.

Glo. My deere Lord,

You know the fiery quality of the Duke,
How vnremoueable and fixt he is

In his owne course.

Lear. Vengeance, Plague, Death, Confufion:
Fiery? What quality? Why Glofter, Glofter,
I'ld fpeake with the Duke of Cornewall, and his wife.
Glo. Well my good Lord, I haue inform'd them fo.
Lear. Inform'd them? Do'ft thou vnderftand me man.
Glo. I my good Lord.

Lear. The King would speake with Cornwall,

The deere Father

(uice,

Would with his Daughter fpeake, commands, tends, fer-
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 our felues,

When Nature being oppreft, commands the mind

110 To fuffer with the body; Ile forbeare,

And am fallen out with my more headier will,
To take the indifpos'd and fickly fit,

For the found man.

Should he fit heere?

Death on my state: wherefore

This act perfwades me,

That this remotion of the Duke and her

Is practife only. Giue me my Seruant forth;

Goe tell the Duke, and's wife, Il'd fpeake with them:
Now, presently: bid them come forth and heare me,
Or at their Chamber doore lle beate the Drum,

120 Till it crie fleepe to death.

Glo. I would haue all well betwixt you.

Exit.

Lear. Oh me my heart! My rifing heart! But downe. Foole. Cry to it Nunckle, as the Cockney did to the Eeles, when she put 'em i'th' Paste aliue, fhe knapt 'em o'th' coxcombs with a sticke, and cryed downe wantons, downe; 'twas her Brother, that in pure kindneffe to his Horfe buttered his Hay.

Enter Cornewall, Regan, Glofter, Seruants.

Lear. Good morrow to you both.

Corn. Haile to your Grace. Kent here fet at liberty.

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Reg. I am glad to fee your highnes.

Lear. Regan I thinke you are, I know what reason
I haue to thinke fo, if thou shouldst not be glad,
I would diuorfe me from thy mothers tombe
Sepulchring an adultreffe, yea are you free?
Some other time for that. Beloued Regan,
Thy fifter is naught, oh Regan fhe hath tyed,
Sharpe tooth'd vnkindnes, like a vulture heare,
I can scarce fpeake to thee, thout not beleeue,
Of how depriued a qualitie, O Regan.

Reg. I pray fir take patience, I haue hope
You leffe know how to value her defert,
Then fhe to flacke her dutie.

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Lear. My curffes on her.

Reg. O Sir you are old,

(fine,

Nature on you ftandes on the very verge of her con-
You should be rul'd and led by fome difcretion,
That difcernes your state better the you your felfe,
Therfore I pray that to our fifter, you do make returne,
Say you haue wrong'd her Sir?

Lear. Aske her forgiuenes,

Doe you marke how this becomes the house,
Deare daughter, I confeffe that I am old,

Age is vnneceffarie, on my knees I beg,

That you'l vouchsafe me rayment, bed and food.

Reg. Good fir no more, these are vnfightly tricks,
Returne you to my sister.

Lear. No Regan,

She hath abated me of halfe my traine,

Lookt blacke vpon me, strooke mee with her tongue
Moft Serpent-like vpon the very heart,

(top,

All the stor❜d vengeances of heauen fall on her ingratful
Strike her yong bones, you taking ayrs with lamenes.

Duke. Fie fie fir.

You nimble lightnings dart your blinding flames,

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Reg. I am glad to fee your Highnesse.

Lear. Regan, I thinke your are. I know what reafon
I haue to thinke fo, if thou should'ft not be glad,
I would diuorce me from thy Mother Tombe,
Sepulchring an Adultreffe. O are you free?
Some other time for that. Beloued Regan,
Thy Sifters naught: oh Regan, she hath tied
Sharpe-tooth'd vnkindnesse, like a vulture heere,
I can fcarce fpeake to thee, thou'lt not beleeue
With how deprau'd a quality. Oh Regan.

Reg. I pray you Sir, take patience, I haue hope
You leffe know how to value her defert,
Then she to fcant her dutie.

Lear. Say? How is that?

Reg. I cannot thinke my Sifter in the leaft
Would faile her Obligation. If Sir perchance
She haue restrained the Riots of your Followres,
'Tis on fuch ground, and to fuch wholefome end,
As cleeres her from all blame.

Lear. My curses on her.
Reg. O Sir, you are old,

Nature in you ftands on the very Verge

Of his confine: you should be rul'd, and led

By fome difcretion, that difcernes your ftate

Better then you your felfe: therefore I pray you,
That to our Sifter, you do make returne,
Say you haue wrong'd her.

Lear. Aske her forgiueneffe?

Do you but marke how this becomes the house?
Deere daughter, I confeffe that I am old;

Age is vnneceffary: on my knees I begge,

That you'l vouchfafe me Rayment, Bed, and Food.

Reg. Good Sir, no more: thefe are vnfightly trickes:
Returne you to my Sifter.

Lear. Neuer Regan:

She hath abated me of halfe my Traine;

Look'd blacke vpon me, ftrooke me with her Tongue

Moft Serpent-like, vpon the very Heart.

All the ftor'd Vengeances of Heauen, fall

On her ingratefull top: strike her yong bones

You taking Ayres, with Lamenesse.

Corn. Fye fir, fie.

Le. You nimble Lightnings, dart your blinding flames

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