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It pleasā€™d the king his master very late

To strike at me, upon his misconstruction;

When he, compact, and flattering his displeasure,

Trippā€™d me behind; being down, insulted, railā€™d

And put upon him such a deal of man,

That worthied him, got praises of the king

For him attempting who was self-subduā€™d;

And, in the fleshment of this dread exploit,

Drew on me here again.

 

Kent.

None of these rogues and cowards

But Ajax is their fool.

 

Corn.

Fetch forth the stocks!ā€”

You stubborn ancient knave, you reverent braggart,

Weā€™ll teach you,ā€”

 

Kent.

Sir, I am too old to learn:

Call not your stocks for me: I serve the king;

On whose employment I was sent to you:

You shall do small respect, show too bold malice

Against the grace and person of my master,

Stocking his messenger.

 

Corn.

Fetch forth the stocks!ā€”As I have life and honour,

there shall he sit till noon.

 

Reg.

Till noon! Till night, my lord; and all night too!

 

Kent.

Why, madam, if I were your fatherā€™s dog,

You should not use me so.

 

Reg.

Sir, being his knave, I will.

 

Corn.

This is a fellow of the selfsame colour

Our sister speaks of.ā€”Come, bring away the stocks!

 

[Stocks brought out.]

 

Glou.

Let me beseech your grace not to do so:

His fault is much, and the good king his master

Will check him forā€™t: your purposā€™d low correction

Is such as basest and contemnedā€™st wretches

For pilferings and most common trespasses,

Are punishā€™d with: the king must take it ill

That he, so slightly valuā€™d in his messenger,

Should have him thus restrainā€™d.

 

Corn.

Iā€™ll answer that.

 

Reg.

My sister may receive it much more worse,

To have her gentleman abusā€™d, assaulted,

For following her affairs.ā€”Put in his legs.ā€”

 

[Kent is put in the stocks.]

 

Come, my good lord, away.

 

[Exeunt all but Gloster and Kent.]

 

Glou.

I am sorry for thee, friend; ā€˜tis the dukeā€™s pleasure,

Whose disposition, all the world well knows,

Will not be rubbā€™d nor stoppā€™d; Iā€™ll entreat for thee.

 

Kent.

Pray do not, sir: I have watchā€™d, and travellā€™d hard;

Some time I shall sleep out, the rest Iā€™ll whistle.

A good manā€™s fortune may grow out at heels:

Give you good morrow!

 

Glou.

The dukeā€™s to blame in this: ā€˜twill be ill taken.

 

[Exit.]

 

Kent.

Good king, that must approve the common saw,ā€”

Thou out of heavenā€™s benediction comā€™st

To the warm sun!

Approach, thou beacon to this under globe,

That by thy comfortable beams I may

Peruse this letter.ā€”Nothing almost sees miracles

But misery:ā€”I know ā€˜tis from Cordelia,

Who hath most fortunately been informā€™d

Of my obscured course; and shall find time

From this enormous state,ā€”seeking to give

Losses their remedies,ā€”All weary and oā€™erwatchā€™d,

Take vantage, heavy eyes, not to behold

This shameful lodging.

Fortune, good night: smile once more, turn thy wheel!

 

[He sleeps.]

 

Scene III. The open Country.

 

[Enter Edgar.]

 

Edg.

I heard myself proclaimā€™d;

And by the happy hollow of a tree

Escapā€™d the hunt. No port is free; no place

That guard and most unusual vigilance

Does not attend my taking. While I may scape,

I will preserve myself: and am bethought

To take the basest and most poorest shape

That ever penury, in contempt of man,

Brought near to beast: my face Iā€™ll grime with filth;

Blanket my loins; elf all my hair in knots;

And with presented nakedness outface

The winds and persecutions of the sky.

The country gives me proof and precedent

Of Bedlam beggars, who, with roaring voices,

Strike in their numbā€™d and mortified bare arms

Pins, wooden pricks, nails, sprigs of rosemary;

And with this horrible object, from low farms,

Poor pelting villages, sheep-cotes, and mills,

Sometime with lunatic bans, sometime with prayers,

Enforce their charity.ā€”Poor Turlygod! poor Tom!

Thatā€™s something yet:ā€”Edgar I nothing am.

 

[Exit.]

 

Scene IV. Before Glosterā€™s Castle; Kent in the stocks.

 

[Enter Lear, Fool, and Gentleman.]

 

Lear.

ā€˜Tis strange that they should so depart from home,

And not send back my messenger.

 

Gent.

As I learnā€™d,

The night before there was no purpose in them

Of this remove.

 

Kent.

Hail to thee, noble master!

 

Lear.

Ha!

Makā€™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.

Whatā€™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 doā€™t.

They would not, could not doā€™t; ā€˜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 highnessā€™ letters to them,

Ere I was risen from the place that showā€™d

My duty kneeling, came there a reeking post,

Stewā€™d in his haste, half breathless, panting forth

From Goneril his mistress salutations;

Deliverā€™d letters, spite of intermission,

Which presently they read: on whose contents,

They summonā€™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 perceivā€™d had poisonā€™d mine,ā€”

Being the very fellow which of late

Displayā€™d so saucily against your highness,ā€”

Having more man than wit about me, drew:

He raisā€™d the house with loud and coward cries.

Your son and daughter found this trespass worth

The shame which here it suffers.

 

Fool.

Winterā€™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,

Neā€™er turns the key to thā€™ 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,ā€”down, thou climbing sorrow,

Thy elementā€™s below!ā€”Where is this daughter?

 

Kent.

With the earl, sir, here within.

 

Lear.

Follow me not;

Stay here.

 

[Exit.]

 

Gent.

Made you no more offence but what you speak of?

 

Kent.

None.

How chance the king comes with so small a number?

 

Fool.

An thou hadst been set iā€™ the stocks for that question,

thou hadst well deserved it.

 

Kent.

Why, fool?

 

Fool.

Weā€™ll set thee to school to an ant, to teach thee thereā€™s no

labouring in the winter. All that follow their noses are led by

their eyes but blind men; and thereā€™s not a nose among twenty

but can smell him thatā€™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 learnā€™d you this, fool?

 

Fool.

Not iā€™ the stocks, fool.

 

[Re-enter Lear, with Gloster.]

 

Lear.

Deny to speak with me? They are sick? they are weary?

They have travellā€™d all the night? Mere fetches;

The images of revolt and flying off.

Fetch me a better answer.

 

Glou.

My dear lord,

You know the fiery quality of the duke;

How unremovable and fixā€™d he is

In his own course.

 

Lear.

Vengeance! plague! death! confusion!ā€”

Fiery? What quality? why, Gloster, Gloster,

Iā€™d speak with the Duke of Cornwall and his wife.

 

Glou.

Well, my good lord, I have informā€™d them so.

 

Lear.

Informā€™d them! Dost thou understand me, man?

 

Glou.

Ay, my good lord.

 

Lear.

The King would speak with Cornwall; the dear father

Would with his daughter speak, commands her service:

Are they informā€™d of this?ā€”My breath and blood!ā€”

Fiery? the fiery duke?ā€”Tell the hot duke thatā€”

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 oppressā€™d, commands the mind

To suffer with the body: Iā€™ll forbear;

And am fallen out with my more headier will,

To take the indisposā€™d and sickly fit

For the sound man.ā€”Death on my state! Wherefore

[Looking on Kent.]

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 andā€™s wife Iā€™d speak with them,

Now, presently: bid them come forth and hear me,

Or at their chamber door Iā€™ll beat the drum

Till it cry ā€˜Sleep to death.ā€™

 

Glou.

I would have all well betwixt you.

 

[Exit.]

 

Lear.

O me, my heart, my rising heart!ā€”but down!

 

Fool.

Cry to it, nuncle, as the cockney did to the eels when she

put ā€˜em iā€™ the paste alive; she knapped ā€˜em oā€™ the coxcombs with

a stick and cried ā€˜Down, wantons, down!ā€™ ā€˜Twas her brother that,

in pure kindness to his horse, buttered his hay.

 

[Enter Cornwall, Regan, Gloster, 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 motherā€™s tomb,

Sepulchring an adultress.ā€”[To Kent] O, are you free?

Some other time for that.ā€”Beloved Regan,

Thy sisterā€™s naught: O Regan, she hath tied

Sharp-toothā€™d unkindness, like a vulture, here,ā€”

[Points to his heart.]

I can scarce speak to thee; thouā€™lt not believe

With how depravā€™d a qualityā€”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 restrainā€™d the riots of your followers,

ā€˜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 rulā€™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 wrongā€™d her, sir.

 

Lear.

Ask her forgiveness?

Do you but mark how this becomes the house:

ā€˜Dear daughter, I confess that I am old;

[Kneeling.]

Age is unnecessary: on my knees I beg

That youā€™ll vouchsafe me raiment, bed, and food.ā€™

 

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;

Lookā€™d black upon me; struck me with her tongue,

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