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Gon. Do you mark that?
Alb. I cannot be so partial, Gonerill, To the great love I bear you, —
Gon. Pray you, be content. What, Oswald, ho! -You, Sir, more knave than fool, after your master,
[To the Fool. Fool. Nuncle Lear, nuncle Lear, tarry, take the
fool with thee.
(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 ev'ry dream, Each buz, each fancy, each complaint, dislike, He may enguard his dotage with their pow’rs, And hold our lives at mercy. Oswald, I say.
Alb. Well, you may fear too far
Gon. Safer than trust too far,
How now, Oswald?
Stew. Ay, Madam.
Gon. Take you some company, and away to horse Inform her full of my particular fear,
And thereto add such reasons of your own,
Alb. How far your eyes may pierce, I cannot tell;
Gon. Nay, then--
A Court-Yard belonging to the Duke of Albany's
O you before to Glo'ster with these letters.
thing you know, than comes from her demand out of the letter ; if your diligence be not speedy, I shall be • there afore you.
Kent. I will not sleep, 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.
Lear. Ha, ha, ha.
7-Compact it more. ) Unite * there afore you.] He seems one circumstance with another, to intend to go to his daughter, so as to make a consistent ac. but it appears af erwards that he count.
is going to the house of Glo'fer.
kindly; for though she's as like this as a crab's like an apple, yet I can tell what I can tell.
Lear. What can'st tell, boy?
Fool. She will tafte as like this, as a crab does to a crab. Can'st thou tell, why one's nose stands i'ch' middle of one's face?
. Why, to keep one's eyes of either side one's nose, that what a man cannot smell out, he may spy into.
Lear. ' I did her wrong
Fool. Why, to put's head in, not to give it away to his daughters, and leave his horns without a case.
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 season. Lear. Because they are not eight. Fool. Yes, indeed. Thou wouldst make a good fool. Lear, 9 To tak’t again perforce !-Monster ingratitude !
Fool. If you were my fool, nuncle, I'd have thee beaten for being old before thy time.
Lear. How's that?
Fool. Thou shouldst not have been old, 'till thou hadft been wise.
Lear. O, let me not be mad, not mad. Sweet heav'n, Keep me in temper; I would not be mad.
* I did her wrong. ] He is is meditating on the resumption musing on Cordelia.
of his royalty. 9 To tak't aga:perforce!) He
Gent. Ready, my Lord.
parture, Shall not be a maid long, unless things be cut shorter.
AVE 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 this night. Edn. How comes that?
Cur. Nay, I know not; you have heard of the news abroad; I mean the whisperd ones; for they are yet but ear-kisling * arguments.
Edm. Not I; pray you, what are they?
Cur. Have you heard of no likely wars toward Pewixt the Dukes of Cornwall and Albany?
Edm. Not a word.
Cur. You may do 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 ; * Subjects of discourse; topicks.
My father hath set guard to take my brother,
Descend. Brother, I say ;
Enter Edgar. My father watches; O Sir, fly this place, Intelligence is giv’n where you are hid; You've now the good advantage of the nighe Have you not spoken 'gainst the Duke of Cornwall? He's coming hither, now i'th' night, i'th' haste, And Regan with him ; ' have you nothing said Upon his Party 'gainst the Duke of Albany? Advise yourself. Edg. I'm sure on't, not a word.
Edm. I hear my father coming. Pardon me. In cunning, I must draw my sword upon you Draw, seem to defend yourielf. Now, quit you wellYield— Come before my father -Light hoa, here! Fly, brother-Torches!—So farewel — [Ex. Edgary Some blood, drawn on me, would beget opinion
Wounds bis armo Of
my more fierce endeavour. I've seen drunkards Do more than this in sport. Father ! father! Stop, stop. No help? To bim, Enter Glo'ster, and servants with torches. Glo. Now, Edmund, where's the villain ? Edm. Here food he in the dark, his sharp sword
queazy question] Some- is, have you said nothing upon the thing of a spicious, questionable parry formed by him against the and uncertain nature. This is, Duke of Albany?
I cannot but think the line -have you nothing faid
corrupted, and would read, Upon bis pariy gain the Duke
Against his party, for the Duke of Albany? The meaning
I think, the meaning