Glo. Weapons! arms! What's the matter here? Corn. Keep peace, upon your lives; He dies, that strikes again: What is the matter? Reg. The messengers from our sister and the king. Corn. What is your difference? speak. Stew. I am scarce in breath, my lord. Kent. No marvel, you have so bestirr'd your valour. You cowardly rascal, nature disclaims in thee; a tailor made thee. Corn. Thou art a strange fellow: a tailor make a man? Kent. Ay, a tailor, sir; a stone-cutter, or a painter, could not have made him so ill, though they had been but two hours at the trade. Corn. Speak yet, how grew your quarrel? Stew. This ancient ruffian, sir, whose life I have spar'd, At suit of his grey beard, Kent. Thou zed! thou unnecessary letter! My lord, if you will give me leave, I will tread this unbolted 9 villain into mortar, and daub the wall with him. - Spare my grey beard, you wagtail! Corn. Peace, sirrah! You beastly knave, know you no reverence? Kent. That such a slave as this should wear a sword, Who wears no honesty. Such smiling rogues as these, Like rats, oft bite the holy cords atwain Kent. Sir, in good sooth, in sincere verity, Under the allowance of your grand aspéct, Whose influence, like the wreath of radiant fire On flickering Phoebus' front, — Corn. What mean'st by this? Kent. To go out of my dialect, which you discommend so much. I know, sir, I am no flatterer: he that beguiled you, in a plain accent, was a plain knave; which, for my part, I will not be, though I should win your displeasure to entreat me to it. Corn. What was the offence you gave him? Stew. Never any: It pleas'd the king his master, very late, Kent. None of these rogues, and cowards, But Ajax is their fool.5 Corn. Fetch forth the stocks, bo! You stubborn ancient knave, you reverend braggart, We'll teach you Kent. Sir, I am too old to learn: Call not your stocks for me: I serve the king; Which are too intrinset' unloose: smooth every Stocking his messenger. passion That in the natures of their lords rebels; Say that. Corn. Fetch forth the stocks: As I've 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 father's dog, You should not use me so. Reg. Sir, being his knave, I will. [Stocks brought out. Corn. This is a fellow of the self-same colour How fell you out? His fault is much, and the good king his master Kent. No contraries hold more antipathy, Than I and such a knave. Corn. Why dost thou call him knave? What's his Are punish'd with: the king must take it ill, Thou out of heaven's benediction com'st To the warm sun! Approach, thou beacon to this under globe, That by thy comfortable beams I may Peruse this letter! - Nothing almost sees miracles, Fortune, good night; smile once more; turn thy SCENE III. Enter EDGAR. Edg. I heard myself proclaim'd: And, by the happy hollow of a tree, Escap'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 I'll grime with filth; Blanket my loins: elf 7 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 numb'd and mortifi'd bare arms Pins, wooden pricks 8, nails, sprigs of rosemary; And with this horrible object, from low farms, Poor pelting villages, sheep-cotes and mills, Sometime with lunatic bans 9, sometime with prayers, Enforce their charity. - Poor Turlygood! poor Tom! That's something yet; - Edgar I nothing am. [Exit. SCENE IV. - Before Gloster's Castle. Enter LEAR, Fool, and Gentleman. Lear. 'Tis strange, that they should so depart from home, And not send back my messenger. Gent. As I learn'd, The night before there was no purpose in them Of this remove. Lear. No, no; they would not. Lear. By Jupiter, I swear, no. They could not, would not do't; 'tis worse than murder, To do upon respect such violent outrage: Kent. Which presently they read: on whose contents, They summon'd up their meiny 3, straight took horse; Commanded me to follow, and attend The leisure of their answer: gave me cold looks: Display'd so saucily against your highness,) Fool. Winter's not gone yet, if the wild geese fly that way. Fathers, that wear rags, Do make their children blind; Shall see their children kind. But, for all this, thou shalt have as many dolours 4 for thy daughters, as thou canst tell in a year. Lear. O, how this mother swells up toward my heart! Kent. Why, fool! Fool. We'll set thee to school to an ant, to teach thee there's no labouring in the winter. 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, Will pack, when it begins to rain, And leave thee in the storm. 3 People, train or retinue. A quibble between dolours and dollars. 5 The disease called the mother. blood!. My breath and Fiery? the fiery duke?—Tell the hot duke that Glo. I'd have all well betwixt you. Lear. [Exit. O me, my heart, my rising heart!-but, down. Thy sister's naught: 0, Regan, she hath tied Reg. I pray you, sir, take patience; I have hope, Lear. Say, how is that? Reg. I cannot think, my sister in the least Lear. My curses on her ! Reg. Lear. Lear. Never, Regan: Corn. Fye, fye, fye! Lear. You nimble lightnings, dart your blinding flames Into her scornful eyes! Infect her beauty, Reg. O the blest gods! So will you wish on me, when the rash mood's on. Lear. No, Regan, thou shalt never have my curse; Thy tender-hefted nature shall not give Thee o'er to harshness; her eyes are fierce, but thine Do comfort, and not burn: 'Tis not in thee To grudge my pleasures, to cut off my train, Fool. Cry to it, nuncle, as the cockney did to the To bandy hasty words, to scant my sizes 9, eels, when she put them i' the paste alive; she rapp'd And, in conclusion, to oppose the bolt 'em o' the coxcombs with a stick, and cry'd, Down, Against my coming in: thou better know'st wantons, down: The offices of nature, bond of childhood, 'Twas her brother, that in Effects of courtesy, dues of gratitude; kindness to his horse, buttered his hay. Thy half o' the kingdom hast thou not forgot, Enter CORNWALL, REGAN, GLOSTER, and Servants. Wherein I thee endow'd. Lear. Good morrow to you both. Corn. pure Reg. Hail to your grace! Good sir, to the purpose. [Trumpets within Lear. Who put my man i' the stocks? What trumpet's that? ber Corn. Enter Steward. Reg. I know 't, my sister's: this approves letter, That she would soon be here.—Is your lady come? 7 Artifice. You! did you? Reg. I pray you, father, being weak, seem so. If, till the expiration of your month, You will return and sojourn with my sister, Dismissing half your train, come then to me; I am now from home, and out of that provision Which shall be needful for your entertainment. Lear. Return to her, and fifty men dismiss'd? No, rather I abjure all roofs, and choose To wage against the enmity o' the air; To be a comrade with the wolf and owl,Necessity's sharp pinch!- Return with her? Why, the hot-blooded France, that dowerless took Our youngest born, I could as well be brought To knee his throne, and, squire-like, pension beg To keep base life afoot: - Return with her? Persuade me rather to be slave and sumpter ? To this detested groom. [Looking on the Steward. At your choice, sir. Lear. I pr'ythee, daughter, do not make me mad; I will not trouble thee, my child; farewell: We'll no more meet, no more see one another : Gon. But yet thou art my flesh, my blood, my daughter; Reg Not altogether so, sir; I look'd not for you yet, nor am provided For fit welcome: Give ear, sir, to my sister; your For those that mingle reason with your passion, Must be content to think you old, and so But she knows what she does. Lear. Should many people, under two commands, Gon. Why might not you, my lord, receive attendance From those that she calls servants, or from mine? I Approve. 2 A horse that carries necessaries on a journey. 3 Since. You heavens, give me that patience, patience I need! 0, let not women's weapons, water-drops, I have full caue of weeping; but this heart Reg. Gon. "Tis his own blame; he hath put Himself from rest, and must needs taste his folly. Reg. For his particular, I'll receive him gladly, But not one follower. Gon. Corn. 'Tis best to give him way; he leads himself. Do sorely ruffle; for many miles about Reg. O, sir, to wilful men, The injuries that they themselves procure, Must be their schoolmasters: Shut up your doors; Corn. Shut up your doors, my lord; 'tis a wild night: My Regan counsels well: come out o' the storm. [Errant. ACT III. SCENE I. -A Heath. Than my out wall, open this purse, and take A Storm is heard, with Thunder and Lightning. quietly. Gent. None but the fool; His heart-struck injuries. Kent. But who is with him? who labours to out-jest Sir, I do know you; And dare, upon the warrant of my heart, Commend a dear thing to you. There is division, Although as yet the face of it be cover'd With mutual cunning, 'twixt Albany and Cornwall; Who have (as who have not, that their great stars Thron'd and set high?) servants, who seem no less; Which are to France the spies and speculations Intelligent of our state; what hath been seen, Either in snuffs and packings of the dukes; Or the hard rein which both of them have borne Against the old kind king: or something deeper, Whereof, perchance, these are but furnishings 6: — But, true it is, from France there comes a power Into this scatter'd kingdom; who already, Wise in our negligence, have secret feet In some of our best ports, and are at point To show their open banner. Now to you: If on my credit you dare build so far To make your speed to Dover, you shall find Some that will thank you, making just report Of how unnatural and bemadding sorrow The king hath cause to 'plain. I am a gentleman of blood and breeding; Gent. I will talk further with you. For confirmation that I am much more No, do not. Snuffs are dislikes, and packings underhand contrivances. • Samples. Gent. Give me your hand: Have you no more You cataracts, and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks! You sulphurous and thought-executing & fires, Vaunt couriers 9 to oak-cleaving thunder-bolts, Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world! Crack nature's moulds, all germens spill at once, That make ingrateful man! 1 Fool. O nuncle, court holy-water in a dry house is better than this rain-water out o' door. Good nuncle, in, and ask thy daughters' blessing; here's a night pities neither wise men nor fools. Lear. Rumble thy belly-full! Spit, fire! spout, Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters: The man that makes his toe What he his heart should make, And turn his sleep to wake. - for there was never yet fair woman, but she made mouths in a glass. 1 |