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Hysterica passio! down, thou climbing sorrow,
Kent. With the earl, sir, here within.
Follow me not; Stay here.
[Erit. Gent. Made you no more offence than what you
Kent. None. How chance the king comes with so small a train ?
Fool. An thou hadst been set i’ the stocks for that question, thou hadst well deserved it.
Kent. Why, fool?
Fool. We'll set thee to school to an ant, to teach thee there's no labouring in the winter. All that follow their noses are led by their eyes, but blind men; and there's not a nose among twenty, but can smell him that'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 connsel, 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,
And leave thee in the storm.
And let the wise man fly:
The fool no knave, perdy.
Kent. Where learn’d you this, fool?
Re-enter Lear, with Glo'ster. Lear. Deny to speak with me? They are sick?
they are weary?
My dear lord,
Lear. Vengeance! plague! death! confusion !
Glo. Well, my good lord, I have inform’d them
Lear. Inform'd them! Dost thou understand me,
man? Glo. Ay, my good lord. Lear. The king would speak with Cornwall; the
dear father Would with his daughter speak, commands her ser
vice: Are they inform’d of this?--My breath and
blood!Fiery? the fiery duke?- Tell the hot duke, that 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 oppress’d, commands the mind
To suffer with the body: I'll forbear;
[looking on Kent.
Glo. I'd have all well betwixt you. [Exit. Lear. O me, my heart, my rising heart!—but,
down. Fool. Cry to it, nuncle, as the cockney did to the eels, when she put them i' the paste 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, Glo'ster, 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
I have to think so: if thou should'st not be glad, I would divorce me from thy mother's tomb,
Sepulch'ring an adultress.-0, are you free?
Some other time for that.—Beloved Regan,
[points to his heart. I can scarce speak to thee; thou'lt not believe, Of how deprav'd a quality-0 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?
Lear. My curses on her!
O, sir, you are old;
Ask her forgiveness? Do you but mark how this becomes the house: 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.
Never, Regan: She hath abated me of half my train; Look'd black upon me; struck me with her
Fie, fie, fie! Lear. You nimble lightnings, dart your blind
ing flames Into her scornful eyes ! Infect her beauty, You fen-suck'd fogs, drawn by the powerful sun, To fall and blast her pride! 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
Good sir, to the purpose.