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A fox, when one has caught her,
[Exit. Gon. This man hath had good counsel :— A
hundred knights! 'Tis politick, and safe, to let him keep At point, a hundred knights. Yes, that on every
Alb. Well, you may fear too far.
Safer than trust:
. What he hath utter'd, I have writ my
sister; If she sustain him and his hundred knights, When I have show'd the unfitness, * -How now,
Enter Steward. What, have
writ that letter to my sister?
to horse: Inform her full of my particular fear; And thereto add such reasons of your own, As may compact it more.
Get you gone; And hasten your return. [Exit Stew.] No, no, my
lord, This milky gentleness, and course of yours,
Though I condemn it not, yet, under pardon, You are much more attask'd for want of wisdom, Than prais’d for harmful mildness.
Alb. How far your eyes may pierce, I cannot tell; Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.
Gom. Nay, then
COURT BEFORE THE SAME.
Enter Lear, Kent, and Fool. Lear. Go you before to Glo'ster with these let
. ters: 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 shall be there before you.
Kent. I will not sleep, my lord, till I have delivered your letter.
[Exit. Fool. If a man's brains were in his heels, were't not in danger of kibes ?
Lear. Ay, boy..
Fool. Then, I pr’ythee, be merry; thy wit shall not go slip-shod.
Lear. Ha, ha, ha!
Fool. Shalt see, thy other daughter will use thee kindly: for though she's as like this as a crab is like an apple, yet I can tell what I can tell.
Lear. Why, what canst thou tell, my boy?
Thou canst tell, why one's nose stands i' the middle of his face?
Fool. Why, to keep his eyes on either side his nose; that what a man cannot smell out, he may spy into.
Lear. I did her wrong:
Fool. Can'st tell how an oyster makes his shell? Lear. No.
Fool. Nor I neither; but I can tell why a snail has a house.
Fool. Why, to put his head in; not to give it away to his daughters, and leave his horns without
Lear. I will forget my nature. So kind a father! -Be my horses ready?
Fool. Thy asses are gone about 'em. The reason why the seven stars are no more than seven, is a pretty reason.
Lear. Because they are not eight?
Fool. Yes, indeed: Thou would'st make a good fool.
Lear. To take it again perforce!-Monster ingratitude!
Fool. If thou wert my fool, nuncle, I'd have thee beaten for being old before thy time.
Lear. How's that?
Fool. Thou should'st not have been old, before thou hadst been wise.
Lear. O let me not be mad, not mad, sweet
heaven! Keep me in temper; I would not be mad !
How now! Are the horses ready?
. Lear. Come, boy. Fool. She that is maid now, and laughs at my
departure, Shall not be a maid long, unless things be cut shorter.
ACT II. SCENE I.
A COURT WITHIN THE CASTLE OF THE EARL OF
Enter Edmund and Curan, meeting.
Edm. Save thee, Curan.
Cur. And you, sir. I have been with your father; and given him notice, that the duke of Cornwall, and Regan his dutchess, will be here with him to-night.
Edm. How comes that?
Cur. Nay, I know not: You have heard of the news abroad; I mean, the whisper'd ones, for they are yet but ear-kissing arguments?
Edm. Not I; 'Pray you, what are they?
Cur. Have you heard of no likely wars toward, 'twixt the dukes of Cornwall and Albany?
Edm. Not a word.
Cur. You may then, in time. Fare you well, sir.
[Exit. Edm. The duke be here to-night? The better! best!
This weaves itself perforce into my business!