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 How chance the king comes with so small a number? Fool. And 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 follow ing 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: |