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KING LEAR 2.4

Before GLOUCESTER's castle. KENT in the stocks.

[Enter KING LEAR, Fool, and Gentleman]

KING LEAR 'Tis strange that they should so depart from home,

And not send back my messenger.

Gentleman As I learn'd,

The night before there was no purpose in them

Of this remove. 5

KENT Hail to thee, noble master!

KING LEAR Ha!

Makest thou this shame thy pastime?

KENT No, my lord.

Fool Ha, ha! he wears cruel garters. Horses are tied

by the heads, dogs and bears by the neck, monkeys by 10

the loins, and men by the legs: when a man's

over-lusty at legs, then he wears wooden

nether-stocks.

KING LEAR What's he that hath so much thy place mistook

To set thee here? 15

KENT It is both he and she;

Your son and daughter.

KING LEAR No.

KENT Yes.

KING LEAR No, I say.

KENT I say, yea. 20

KING LEAR No, no, they would not.

KENT Yes, they have.

KING LEAR By Jupiter, I swear, no.

KENT By Juno, I swear, ay.

KING LEAR They durst not do 't; 25

They could not, would not do 't; '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. 30

KENT My lord, when at their home

I did commend your highness' letters to them,

Ere I was risen from the place that show'd

My duty kneeling, came there a reeking post,

Stew'd in his haste, half breathless, panting forth

From Goneril his mistress salutations; 35

Deliver'd letters, spite of intermission,

Which presently they read: on whose contents,

They summon'd up their meiny, straight took horse;

Commanded me to follow, and attend

The leisure of their answer; gave me cold looks: 40

And meeting here the other messenger,

Whose welcome, I perceived, had poison'd mine,--

Being the very fellow that of late

Display'd so saucily against your highness,--

Having more man than wit about me, drew: 45

He raised the house with loud and coward cries.

Your son and daughter found this trespass worth

The shame which here it suffers.

Fool Winter's not gone yet, if the wild-geese fly that way.

Fathers that wear rags 50

Do make their children blind;

But fathers that bear bags

Shall see their children kind.

Fortune, that arrant whore,

Ne'er turns the key to the poor. 55

But, for all this, thou shalt have as many dolours

for thy daughters as thou canst tell in a year.

KING LEAR O, how this mother swells up toward my heart!

Hysterica passio, down, thou climbing sorrow,

Thy element's below! Where is this daughter? 60

KENT With the earl, sir, here within.

KING LEAR Follow me not;

Stay here.

[Exit]

Gentleman Made you no more offence but what you speak of?

KENT None. 65

How chance the king comes with so small a train?

Fool And 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 70

there's no labouring i' 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 75

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, 80

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: 85

The knave turns fool that runs away;

The fool no knave, perdy.

KENT Where learned you this, fool?

Fool Not i' the stocks, fool.

[Re-enter KING LEAR with GLOUCESTER]

KING LEAR Deny to speak with me? They are sick? they are weary? 90

They have travell'd all the night? Mere fetches;

The images of revolt and flying off.

Fetch me a better answer.

GLOUCESTER My dear lord,

You know the fiery quality of the duke; 95

How unremoveable and fix'd he is

In his own course.

KING LEAR Vengeance! plague! death! confusion!

Fiery? what quality? Why, Gloucester, Gloucester,

I'ld speak with the Duke of Cornwall and his wife. 100

GLOUCESTER Well, my good lord, I have inform'd them so.

KING LEAR Inform'd them! Dost thou understand me, man?

GLOUCESTER Ay, my good lord.

KING LEAR The king would speak with Cornwall; the dear father

Would with his daughter speak, commands her service: 105

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 110

When nature, being oppress'd, commands the mind

To suffer with the body: I'll forbear;

And am fall'n out with my more headier will,

To take the indisposed and sickly fit

For the sound man. Death on my state! wherefore 115

[Looking on KENT]

Should he sit here? This act persuades me

That this remotion of the duke and her

Is practise only. Give me my servant forth.

Go tell the duke and 's wife I'ld speak with them,

Now, presently: bid them come forth and hear me, 120

Or at their chamber-door I'll beat the drum

Till it cry sleep to death.

GLOUCESTER I would have all well betwixt you.

[Exit]

KING LEAR O me, my heart, my rising heart! but, down!

Fool Cry to it, nuncle, as the cockney did to the eels 125

when she put 'em i' the paste alive; she knapped 'em

o' the coxcombs with a stick, and cried 'Down,

wantons, down!' 'Twas her brother that, in pure

kindness to his horse, buttered his hay.

[Enter CORNWALL, REGAN, GLOUCESTER, and Servants]

KING LEAR Good morrow to you both. 130

CORNWALL Hail to your grace!

[KENT is set at liberty]

REGAN I am glad to see your highness.

KING 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 mother's tomb, 135

Sepulchring an adultress.

[To KENT]

O, are you free?

Some other time for that. Beloved Regan,

Thy sister's naught: O Regan, she hath tied

Sharp-tooth'd unkindness, like a vulture, here: 140

[Points to his heart]

I can scarce speak to thee; thou'lt not believe

With how depraved a quality--O Regan!

REGAN I pray you, sir, take patience: I have hope.

You less know how to value her desert

Than she to scant her duty. 145

KING LEAR Say, how is that?

REGAN I cannot think my sister in the least

Would fail her obligation: if, sir, perchance

She have restrain'd the riots of your followers,

'Tis on such ground, and to such wholesome end, 150

As clears her from all blame.

KING LEAR My curses on her!

REGAN O, sir, you are old.

Nature in you stands on the very verge

Of her confine: you should be ruled and led

By some discretion, that discerns your state 155

Better than you yourself. Therefore, I pray you,

That to our sister you do make return;

Say you have wrong'd her, sir.

KING LEAR Ask her forgiveness?

Do you but mark how this becomes the house: 160

'Dear daughter, I confess that I am old;

[Kneeling]

Age is unnecessary: on my knees I beg

That you'll vouchsafe me raiment, bed, and food.'

REGAN Good sir, no more; these are unsightly tricks:

Return you to my sister. 165

KING LEAR [Rising] 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 stored vengeances of heaven fall 170

On her ingrateful top! Strike her young bones,

You taking airs, with lameness!

CORNWALL Fie, sir, fie!

KING LEAR You nimble lightnings, dart your blinding flames

Into her scornful eyes! Infect her beauty, 175

You fen-suck'd fogs, drawn by the powerful sun,

To fall and blast her pride!

REGAN O the blest gods! so will you wish on me,

When the rash mood is on.

KING LEAR No, Regan, thou shalt never have my curse: 180

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, 185

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, 190

Wherein I thee endow'd.

REGAN Good sir, to the purpose.

KING LEAR Who put my man i' the stocks?

[Tucket within]

CORNWALL What trumpet's that?

REGAN I know't, my sister's: this approves her letter, 195

That she would soon be here.

[Enter OSWALD]

Is your lady come?

KING LEAR This is a slave, whose easy-borrow'd pride

Dwells in the fickle grace of her he follows.

Out, varlet, from my sight! 200

CORNWALL What means your grace?

KING LEAR Who stock'd my servant? Regan, I have good hope

Thou didst not know on't. Who comes here? O heavens,

[Enter GONERIL]

If you do love old men, if your sweet sway

Allow obedience, if yourselves are old, 205

Make it your cause; send down, and take my part!

[To GONERIL]

Art not ashamed to look upon this beard?

O Regan, wilt thou take her by the hand?

GONERIL Why not by the hand, sir? How have I offended?

All's not offence that indiscretion finds 210

And dotage terms so.

KING LEAR O sides, you are too tough;

Will you yet hold? How came my man i' the stocks?

CORNWALL I set him there, sir: but his own disorders

Deserved much less advancement. 215

KING LEAR You! did you?

REGAN 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: 220

I am now from home, and out of that provision

Which shall be needful for your entertainment.

KING 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; 225

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 230

To keep base life afoot. Return with her?

Persuade me rather to be slave and sumpter

To this detested groom.

[Pointing at OSWALD]

GONERIL At your choice, sir.

KING LEAR I prithee, daughter, do not make me mad: 235

I will not trouble thee, my child; farewell:

We'll no more meet, no more see one another:

But yet thou art my flesh, my blood, my daughter;

Or rather a disease that's in my flesh,

Which I must needs call mine: thou art a boil, 240

A plague-sore, an embossed carbuncle,

In my corrupted blood. But I'll not chide thee;

Let shame come when it will, I do not call it:

I do not bid the thunder-bearer shoot,

Nor tell tales of thee to high-judging Jove: 245

Mend when thou canst; be better at thy leisure:

I can be patient; I can stay with Regan,

I and my hundred knights.

REGAN Not altogether so:

I look'd not for you yet, nor am provided 250

For your fit welcome. Give ear, sir, to my sister;

For those that mingle reason with your passion

Must be content to think you old, and so--

But she knows what she does.

KING LEAR Is this well spoken? 255

REGAN 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

Speak 'gainst so great a number? How, in one house,

Should many people, under two commands, 260

Hold amity? 'Tis hard; almost impossible.

GONERIL Why might not you, my lord, receive attendance

From those that she calls servants or from mine?

REGAN Why not, my lord? If then they chanced to slack you,

We could control them. If you will come to me,-- 265

For now I spy a danger,--I entreat you

To bring but five and twenty: to no more

Will I give place or notice.

KING LEAR I gave you all--

REGAN And in good time you gave it.

KING LEAR Made you my guardians, my depositaries; 270

But kept a reservation to be follow'd

With such a number. What, must I come to you

With five and twenty, Regan? said you so?

REGAN And speak't again, my lord; no more with me.

KING LEAR Those wicked creatures yet do look well-favour'd, 275

When others are more wicked: not being the worst

Stands in some rank of praise.

[To GONERIL]

I'll go with thee:

Thy fifty yet doth double five and twenty,

And thou art twice her love. 280

GONERIL Hear me, my lord;

What need you five and twenty, ten, or five,

To follow in a house where twice so many

Have a command to tend you?

REGAN What need one? 285

KING LEAR O, reason not the need: our basest beggars

Are in the poorest thing superfluous:

Allow not nature more than nature needs,

Man's life's as cheap as beast's: thou art a lady;

If only to go warm were gorgeous, 290

Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st,

Which scarcely keeps thee warm. But, for true need,--

You heavens, give me that patience, patience I need!

You see me here, you gods, a poor old man,

As full of grief as age; wretched in both! 295

If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts

Against their father, fool me not so much

To bear it tamely; touch me with noble anger,

And let not women's weapons, water-drops,

Stain my man's cheeks! No, you unnatural hags, 300

I will have such revenges on you both,

That all the world shall--I will do such things,--

What they are, yet I know not: but they shall be

The terrors of the earth. You think I'll weep

No, I'll not weep: 305

I have full cause of weeping; but this heart

Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws,

Or ere I'll weep. O fool, I shall go mad!

[Exeunt KING LEAR, GLOUCESTER, KENT, and Fool]

[Storm and tempest]

CORNWALL Let us withdraw; 'twill be a storm.

REGAN This house is little: the old man and his people 310

Cannot be well bestow'd.

GONERIL 'Tis his own blame; hath put himself from rest,

And must needs taste his folly.

REGAN For his particular, I'll receive him gladly,

But not one follower. 315

GONERIL So am I purposed.

Where is my lord of Gloucester?

CORNWALL Follow'd the old man forth: he is return'd.

[Re-enter GLOUCESTER]

GLOUCESTER The king is in high rage.

CORNWALL Whither is he going? 320

GLOUCESTER He calls to horse; but will I know not whither.

CORNWALL 'Tis best to give him way; he leads himself.

GONERIL My lord, entreat him by no means to stay.

GLOUCESTER Alack, the night comes on, and the bleak winds

Do sorely ruffle; for many miles about 325

There's scarce a bush.

REGAN O, sir, to wilful men,

The injuries that they themselves procure

Must be their schoolmasters. Shut up your doors:

He is attended with a desperate train; 330

And what they may incense him to, being apt

To have his ear abused, wisdom bids fear.

CORNWALL Shut up your doors, my lord; 'tis a wild night:

My Regan counsels well; come out o' the storm.

[Exeunt]

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KING LEAR		'Tis strange that they should so depart from home,
		And not send back my messenger.

Gentleman	As I learn'd,
	The night before there was no purpose in them
	Of this remove.	5

Fool	Ha, ha! he wears cruel garters. Horses are tied
	by the heads, dogs and bears by the neck, monkeys by	10
	the loins, and men by the legs: when a man's
	over-lusty at legs, then he wears wooden
	nether-stocks.

KING LEAR		What's he that hath so much thy place mistook
		To set thee here?	15

KING LEAR	They durst not do 't;	25
	They could not, would not do 't; '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.	30

KENT	My lord, when at their home
	I did commend your highness' letters to them,
	Ere I was risen from the place that show'd
	My duty kneeling, came there a reeking post,
	Stew'd in his haste, half breathless, panting forth
	From Goneril his mistress salutations;	35
	Deliver'd letters, spite of intermission,
	Which presently they read: on whose contents,
	They summon'd up their meiny, straight took horse;
	Commanded me to follow, and attend
	The leisure of their answer; gave me cold looks:	40
	And meeting here the other messenger,
	Whose welcome, I perceived, had poison'd mine,--
	Being the very fellow that of late
	Display'd so saucily against your highness,--
	Having more man than wit about me, drew:	45
	He raised the house with loud and coward cries.
	Your son and daughter found this trespass worth
	The shame which here it suffers.

Fool	Winter's not gone yet, if the wild-geese fly that way.
	Fathers that wear rags	50
	Do make their children blind;
	But fathers that bear bags
	Shall see their children kind.
	Fortune, that arrant whore,
	Ne'er turns the key to the poor.	55
	But, for all this, thou shalt have as many dolours
	for thy daughters as thou canst tell in a year.

KING LEAR	O, how this mother swells up toward my heart!
	Hysterica passio, down, thou climbing sorrow,
	Thy element's below! Where is this daughter?	60

Fool		And thou hadst been set i' the stocks for that
		question, thou hadst well deserved it.

Fool	We'll set thee to school to an ant, to teach thee	70
	there's no labouring i' 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	75
	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,	80
	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:	85
	The knave turns fool that runs away;
	The fool no knave, perdy.

Fool		Not i' the stocks, fool.
		[Re-enter KING LEAR with GLOUCESTER]

KING LEAR	Deny to speak with me? They are sick? they are weary?	90
	They have travell'd all the night? Mere fetches;
	The images of revolt and flying off.
	Fetch me a better answer.

GLOUCESTER	My dear lord,
	You know the fiery quality of the duke;	95
	How unremoveable and fix'd he is
	In his own course.

KING LEAR	Vengeance! plague! death! confusion!
	Fiery? what quality? Why, Gloucester, Gloucester,
	I'ld speak with the Duke of Cornwall and his wife.	100

KING LEAR	The king would speak with Cornwall; the dear father
	Would with his daughter speak, commands her service:	105
	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	110
	When nature, being oppress'd, commands the mind
	To suffer with the body: I'll forbear;
	And am fall'n out with my more headier will,
	To take the indisposed and sickly fit
	For the sound man. Death on my state! wherefore	115
	[Looking on KENT]
	Should he sit here? This act persuades me
	That this remotion of the duke and her
	Is practise only. Give me my servant forth.
	Go tell the duke and 's wife I'ld speak with them,
	Now, presently: bid them come forth and hear me,	120
	Or at their chamber-door I'll beat the drum
	Till it cry sleep to death.

Fool	Cry to it, nuncle, as the cockney did to the eels	125
	when she put 'em i' the paste alive; she knapped 'em
	o' the coxcombs with a stick, and cried 'Down,
	wantons, down!' 'Twas her brother that, in pure
	kindness to his horse, buttered his hay.
	[Enter CORNWALL, REGAN, GLOUCESTER, and Servants]

KING 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 mother's tomb,	135
	Sepulchring an adultress.
	[To KENT]
	O, are you free?
	Some other time for that. Beloved Regan,
	Thy sister's naught: O Regan, she hath tied
	Sharp-tooth'd unkindness, like a vulture, here:	140
	[Points to his heart]
	I can scarce speak to thee; thou'lt not believe
	With how depraved a quality--O Regan!

REGAN	I pray you, sir, take patience: I have hope.
	You less know how to value her desert
	Than she to scant her duty.	145

REGAN	I cannot think my sister in the least
	Would fail her obligation: if, sir, perchance
	She have restrain'd the riots of your followers,
	'Tis on such ground, and to such wholesome end,	150
	As clears her from all blame.

REGAN	O, sir, you are old.
	Nature in you stands on the very verge
	Of her confine: you should be ruled and led
	By some discretion, that discerns your state	155
	Better than you yourself. Therefore, I pray you,
	That to our sister you do make return;
	Say you have wrong'd her, sir.

KING LEAR	Ask her forgiveness?
	Do you but mark how this becomes the house:	160
	'Dear daughter, I confess that I am old;
	[Kneeling]
	Age is unnecessary: on my knees I beg
	That you'll vouchsafe me raiment, bed, and food.'

REGAN		Good sir, no more; these are unsightly tricks:
		Return you to my sister.	165

KING LEAR	[Rising] 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 stored vengeances of heaven fall	170
	On her ingrateful top! Strike her young bones,
	You taking airs, with lameness!

KING LEAR	You nimble lightnings, dart your blinding flames
	Into her scornful eyes! Infect her beauty,	175
	You fen-suck'd fogs, drawn by the powerful sun,
	To fall and blast her pride!

REGAN		O the blest gods! so will you wish on me,
		When the rash mood is on.

KING LEAR	No, Regan, thou shalt never have my curse:	180
	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,	185
	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,	190
	Wherein I thee endow'd.

REGAN	I know't, my sister's: this approves her letter,	195
	That she would soon be here.
	[Enter OSWALD]
	Is your lady come?

KING LEAR	This is a slave, whose easy-borrow'd pride
	Dwells in the fickle grace of her he follows.
	Out, varlet, from my sight!	200

KING LEAR	Who stock'd my servant? Regan, I have good hope
	Thou didst not know on't. Who comes here? O heavens,
	[Enter GONERIL]
	If you do love old men, if your sweet sway
	Allow obedience, if yourselves are old,	205
	Make it your cause; send down, and take my part!
	[To GONERIL]
	Art not ashamed to look upon this beard?
	O Regan, wilt thou take her by the hand?

GONERIL	Why not by the hand, sir? How have I offended?
	All's not offence that indiscretion finds	210
	And dotage terms so.