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eels, when she put thein i the pastei alive ; she rapp'd 'em o'the coxcombs with a stick, and cry'd, Down wantons, down : 'Twas her brother, that in pure kindness to his horse, butter'd his hay. Enter CORNWALL, REGAN, GLOSTER, and
Servants. Lear. Good morrow to you
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 rea
I have to think so: if thou should'st not be glad, I would divorce me from thy mother's tomb, Sepulchring an adultress.-0, are you free?
[To Kent. Some other time for that.-Beloved Regan, Thy sister's naught: O Regan, she hath tied Sharp-tooth'd unkindness, like a vulture here,
[Points to his Heart. I can scarce speak to thee; thou'lt not believe, Of how deprav'd a quality - Regan !
Reg. I pray you, sir, take patience; I have hope,
Say, how is that?
As clears her from all blame.
Lear. My curses on her!
O, sir, you are old ;
Ask her forgiveness ? Do you
but mark how this becomes the house:3 Dear daughter, I confess that I am old; Age is unnecessary: on my knees I beg, [Kneeling. That you'll vouchsafe me raiment, bed, and food,
Reg. Good sir, no more; these are unsightly tricks : Return you to my sister. Lear.
Never, Regan: She hath abated me of half my train ; Look'd black upon me; struck me with her tongue, Most serpent-like, upon the very heart :All the stor’d vengeances of heaven fall On her ingrateful top! Strike her young bones, You taking airs, with Jameness ! Corn.
Fye, fye, fye!
O the blest gods !
3 The order of families.
D D ?
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, To bandy hasty words, to scant my sizes,s And, in conclusion, to oppose the bolt Against my coming in: thou better know'st The offices of nature, bond of childhood, Effects of courtesy, dues of gratitude; Thy half o'the kingdom hast thou not forgot, Wherein I thee endow'd. Reg.
Good sir, to the
[Trumpets within. Lear. Who put my man i’ the stocks? Corn.
What trumpet's that?
Reg. I know't, my sister's: this approves her letter, That she would soon be here.--Is your lady come?
Lear. This is a slave, whose easy-borrow'd pride Dwells in the fickle grace of her he follows:Out, varlet, from my sight! Corn.
What means your grace? Lear. Who stock'd my servant ? Regan, I have
good hope Thou didst not know of't.-Who comes here? O
s Contract my allowances.
[To GONERIL. O, Regan, wilt thou take her by the hand ? Gon. Why not by the hand, sir? How have I
O, sides, you are too tough! Will you yet hold?—How came my man i' the
stocks? Corn. I set him there, sir : but his own disorders Desery'd much less advancement. Lear.
You! did you?
Lear. Return to her, and fifty men dismiss'd?
Our youngest born, I could as well be brought
At your choice, sir.
Not altogether so, sir ; I look'd not for you yet, nor am provided For your
fs welcome: Give ear, sir, sister; For those that mingle reason with your passion, Must be content to ihink you old, and som But she knows what she does. Lear.
Is this well spoken now: Reg. I dare avouch it, sir: What, fifty followers: Is it not well? What should you need of more? Yea, or so many sith' that both charge and danger
A norse that carries necessaries on a journey.