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Than a grac'd palace.
For inftant remedy. Be then defir'd

Shame it felf doth speak

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By her, that elfe will take the thing fhe begs,
Of fifty to difquantity your train;

And the remainders that fhall ftill depend,
To be fuch men as may befort your age,
And know themfelves and you.

Lear. Darkness and devils!

Saddle my horfes, call my train together
Degen'rate baftard! I'll not trouble thee;
Yet have I left a daughter.

Gon. You ftrike my people, and your disorder'd rabble Make fervants of their betters.

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Lear. Woe! that too late repents-oh, Sir, are you come? Is it your will, fpeak, Sir? prepare my horses. Ingratitude! thou marble-hearted fiend,

[To Alb,

More hideous when thou fhew'ft thee in a child,
Than the fea-monster.


Alb. 'Pray you, Sir, be patient.

Lear. Detefted kite! thou lieft.

My train are men of choice and rarest parts,
That all particulars of duty know,

And in the most exact regard fupport

The worships of their names.

[To Gonerill.

Omoft small fault,

How ugly didft thou in Cordelia fhew!

Which like an engine wrencht my frame of nature
From the fixt place; drew from my heart all love,
And added to the gall. O'Lear, Lear!

Beat at this gate that let thy folly in, [Striking his head.
And thy dear judgment out. Go, go, my people.

Alb. My Lord, I'm guiltlefs, as I'm ignorant

Of what hath moved you.

Lear. It may be fo, my Lord

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Hear, Nature, hear, dear Goddess, hear a father!
Sufpend thy purpose, if thou didft intend
To make this creature fruitful:
Into her womb convey fterility,

Dry up in her the organs of increase,
And from her derogate body never spring
A babe to honour her! If the muft teem,
Create her child of fpleen, that it may live,
And be a thwart difnatur'd torment to her;
Let it ftamp wrinkles in her brow of youth,
With cadent tears fret channels in her cheeks,
Turn all her mother's pains and benefits
To laughter and contempt; that she may feel,
How fharper than a ferpent's tooth it is,

To have a thanklefs child. Go, go, my people.

Alb. Now, Gods, that we adore, whereof comes this? Gon. Never afflict your felf to know of 3 'what,` But let his difpofition have that scope

As dotage gives it.

Lear. What, fifty of my followers at a clap? Within a fortnight?.

Alb. What's the matter, Sir?

Lear. I'll tell thee life and death! I am afham'd That thou haft pow'r to fhake my manhood thus, That these hot tears, which break from me perforce, Should make thee worth them-blafts and fogs upon thee! Th' untented woundings of a father's curfe Pierce every sense about thee! Old fond eyes, Beweep her once again, I'll pluck ye out, And caft you with the waters that you lofe To temper clay. Ha! is it come to this? Let it be fo: I have another daughter, Who I am fure is kind and comfortable; When the fhall hear this of thee, with her nails She'll flea thy wolvifh vifage. Thou shalt find, That I'll refume the fhape which thou doft think I have caft off for ever. [Ex. Lear and Attendants. SCENE


Gon. Do you mark that?

Alb. I cannot be fo partial, Gonerill,

To the great love I bear you


Gon. Pray you, be content. What, Ofwald, ho! You, Sir, more knave than fool, after your mafter. [thee: Fool. Nuncle Lear, nuncle Lear, tarry, take the fool with A Fox, when one has caught her,

And fuch a daughter,

Should fure to the flaughter,

If my cap would buy a halter;
So the fool follows after.


-a hundred [Knights!

Gon. This, man! hath had good counfel,
+ 'Is't' politick and fafe to let him keep
A hundred Knights? yes, that on ev'ry dream,
Each buz, each fancy, each complaint, diflike,
He may enguard his dotage with their pow'rs,
And hold our lives at mercy. Ofwald, I fay.
Alb. Well, you may fear too far;-
Gon. Safer than truft too far.

Let me ftill take away the harms I fear,
Not fear ftill to be harm'd. I know his heart;
What he hath utter'd, I have writ my fifter;
If she'll fuftain him and his hundred Knights,
When I have fhew'd th' unfitness-

How now, Ofwald?

Enter Steward.

What, have you writ that letter to my fifter?
Stew. Ay, Madam.

Gon. Take you fome company, away to horse,
Inform her full of my particular fears,

And thereto add fuch reafons of your own

As may compact it more. So get you gone,
And haften your return.

- No, no, my Lord,

[Exit Steward.


This milky gentleness and courfe of yours,
Though I condemn it not, yet under pardon
You are much more at task for want of wisdom,
Than prais'd for harmless mildness.

Alb. How far your eyes may pierce I cannot tell;
Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.

Gon. Nay then

Alb. Well, well, th' event.




Re-enter Lear, Kent, Gentleman and Fool.

Lear. Go you before to Glofter with thefe letters; acquaint my daughter no further with any thing you know, than comes from her demand out of the letter; if your diligence be not speedy, I fhall be there afore you.

Kent. I will not fleep, my Lord, 'till I have delivered your letter.

[Exit. Fool. If a man's brain were in his heels, wer't not in danger of kibes?

Lear. Ay, boy.

Fool. Then, I pr'ythee, be merry, thy wit fhall not go flipfhod.

Lear. Ha, ha, ha.

Fool. Shalt fee thy other daughter will ufe thee kindly; for though fhe's as like this as a crab's like an apple, yet I can tell what I can tell.

Lear. What canft tell, boy?

Fool. She will tafte as like this, as a crab does to a crab. Canft thou tell why one's nofe ftands i' th' middle of one's face?

Lear. No.

Fool. Why, to keep one's eyes of either fide one's nofe; that what a man cannot fmell out, he may fpy into. Lear. I did her wrong!

Fool. Canft tell how an oyster makes his fhell?

Lear. No.


Fool. Nor I neither; but I can tell why a fnail has a Lear. Why? Fool. Why, to put's head in, not to give it away to [house. his daughters, and leave his horns without a cafe.

Lear. I will forget my nature: so kind a father! be my horses ready?

Fool. Thy affes are gone about 'em; the reafon why the seven stars are no more than seven, is a pretty reason. Lear. Because they are not eight.

Fool. Yes indeed; thou would'ft make a good fool. Lear. To take't again perforce !-monfter ingratitude! Fool. If thou were my fool, nuncle, I'd have thee beaten for being old before thy time.

Lear. How's that?

Fool. Thou fhould'st not have been old, 'till thou had'st been wife.

Lear. O, let me not be mad, not mad, fweet heav'n ! ́ Keep me in temper, I would not be mad,

How now, are the horses ready?

Gent. Ready, my Lord.

Lear. Come, boy.

Fool. She that's a maid now, and laughs at my departure, Shall not be a maid long, unless things be cut fhorter. [Exe.



A Caftle belonging to the Earl of Glo'fter...

Enter Baftard and Curan, feverally.


AVE thee, Curan.

Sr. And you, sir. I have been with your father,

and given him notice that the Duke of Cornwall, and Regan his Dutchefs, will be here with him this night.


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