SHAKESPEARE ON DISK. KING LEAR. ACT II. SCENE I. [Britain. A court within the castle of the Earl of Gloster.] [Enter EDMUND and CURAN, meeting.] EDMUND. Save thee, Curan. 2/1/1 CURAN. And you, sir. I have been with your father, and given him notice that the Duke of Cornwall and Regan his duchess will be here with him this night. EDMUND. How comes that? CURAN. Nay, I know not.- You have heard of the news abroad,- I mean the whisper'd ones, for they are yet but ear-kissing arguments? EDMUND. Not I: pray you, what are they? CURAN. Have you heard of no likely wars toward 'twixt the Dukes of 2/1/10 Cornwall and Albany? EDMUND. Not a word. CURAN. You may do, then, in time. Fare you well, sir. [Exit.] EDMUND. The duke be here to-night? The better! best! This weaves itself perforce into my business. My father hath set guard to take my brother; And I have one thing, of a queasy question, Which I must act:- briefness and fortune, work!- Brother, a word;- descend:- brother, I say! [Enter EDGAR.] My father watches:- O sir, fly this place; 2/1/20 Intelligence is given where you are hid; You have now the good advantage of the night:- 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. EDGAR. I am sure on't, not a word. EDMUND. I hear my father coming:- pardon me; In cunning I must draw my sword upon you:- Draw: seem to defend yourself: now quit you well.- 2/1/30 Yield:- come before my father.- Light, ho, here! Fly, brother.- Torches, torches!- So, farewell. [Exit EDGAR.] Some blood drawn on me would beget opinion [Wounds his arm.] Of my more fierce endeavour: I have seen drunkards Do more than this in sport.- Father, father!- Stop, stop!- No help? [Enter GLOSTER, and SERVANTS with torches.] EARL OF GLOSTER. Now, Edmund, where's the villain? EDMUND. Here stood he in the dark, his sharp sword out, Mumbling of wicked charms, conjuring the moon To stand's auspicious mistress,- EARL OF GLOSTER. But where is he? EDMUND. Look, sir, I bleed. 2/1/40 EARL OF GLOSTER. Where is the villain, Edmund? EDMUND. Fled this way, sir. When by no means he could- EARL OF GLOSTER. Pursue him, ho!- Go after. [Exeunt some SERVANTS.]- By no means what? EDMUND. Persuade me to the murder of your lordship; But that I told him the revenging gods 'Gainst parricides did all their thunders bend; Spoke with how manifold and strong a bond The child was bound to th'father;- sir, in fine, Seeing how loathly opposite I stood To his unnatural purpose, in fell motion, With his prepared sword he charges home 2/1/50 My unprovided body, lanced mine arm: But when he saw my best alarum'd spirits, Bold in the quarrel's right, roused to th'encounter, Or whether gasted by the noise I made, Full suddenly he fled. EARL OF GLOSTER. Let him fly far: Not in this land shall he remain uncaught; And found- dispatch. The noble duke my master, My worthy arch and patron, comes to-night: By his authority I will proclaim it, That he which finds him shall deserve our thanks, 2/1/60 Bringing the murderous coward to the stake; He that conceals him, death. EDMUND. When I dissuaded him from his intent, And found him pight to do it, with curst speech I threaten'd to discover him: he replied, "Thou unpossessing bastard! dost thou think, If I would stand against thee, would the reposal Of any trust, virtue, or worth, in thee Make thy words faith'd? No: what I should deny,- As this I would; ay, though thou didst produce 2/1/70 My very character,- I'ld turn it all To thy suggestion, plot, and damned practice: And thou must make a dullard of the world, If they not thought the profits of my death Were very pregnant and potential spurs To make thee seek it." EARL OF GLOSTER. Strong and fasten'd villain! Would he deny his letter?- I never got him.- [Tucket within.] Hark, the duke's trumpets! I know not why he comes.- All ports I'll bar; the villain shall not scape; The duke must grant me that: besides, his picture 2/1/80 I will send far and near, that all the kingdom May have due note of him; and of my land, Loyal and natural boy, I'll work the means To make thee capable. [Enter CORNWALL, REGAN, and ATTENDANTS.] DUKE OF CORNWALL. How now, my noble friend! since I came hither,- Which I can call but now,- I have heard strange news. REGAN. If it be true, all vengeance comes too short Which can pursue th'offender. How dost, my lord? EARL OF GLOSTER. O madam, my old heart is crack'd, is crack'd! REGAN. What, did my father's godson seek your life? 2/1/90 He whom my father named? your Edgar? EARL OF GLOSTER. O lady, lady, shame would have it hid! REGAN. Was he not companion with the riotous knights That tend upon my father? EARL OF GLOSTER. I know not, madam:- 'tis too bad, too bad. EDMUND. Yes, madam, he was of that consort. REGAN. No marvel, then, though he were ill affected: 'Tis they have put him on the old man's death, To have th'expense and waste of his revenues. I have this present evening from my sister 2/1/100 Been well inform'd of them; and with such cautions, That if they come to sojourn at my house, I'll not be there. DUKE OF CORNWALL. Nor I, assure thee, Regan.- Edmund, I hear that you have shown your father A child-like office. EDMUND. 'Twas my duty, sir. EARL OF GLOSTER. He did bewray his practice: and received This hurt you see, striving to apprehend him. DUKE OF CORNWALL. Is he pursued? EARL OF GLOSTER. Ay, my good lord. DUKE OF CORNWALL. If he be taken, he shall never more Be fear'd of doing harm: make your own purpose, 2/1/110 How in my strength you please.- For you, Edmund, Whose virtue and obedience doth this instant So much commend itself, you shall be ours: Nature of such deep trust we shall much need; You we first seize on. EDMUND. I shall serve you, sir, Truly, however else. EARL OF GLOSTER. For him I thank your Grace. DUKE OF CORNWALL. You know not why we came to visit you,- REGAN. Thus out of season, threading dark-eyed night: Occasions, noble Gloster, of some poise, Wherein we must have use of your advice:- 2/1/120 Our father he hath writ, so hath our sister, Of differences, which I best thought it fit To answer from our home; the several messengers From hence attend dispatch. Our good old friend, Lay comforts to your bosom; and bestow Your needful counsel to our business, Which craves the instant use. EARL OF GLOSTER. I serve you, madam: Your Graces are right welcome. [Exeunt.] SCENE II. [Before Gloster's castle.] [Enter KENT and OSWALD, severally.] OSWALD. Good dawning to thee, friend: art of this house? 2/2/1 EARL OF KENT. Ay. OSWALD. Where may we set our horses? EARL OF KENT. I' the mire. OSWALD. Prithee, if thou lovest me, tell me. EARL OF KENT. I love thee not. OSWALD. Why, then, I care not for thee. EARL OF KENT. If I had thee in Lipsbury pinfold, I would make thee care for me. OSWALD. Why dost thou use me thus? I know thee not. 2/2/10 EARL OF KENT. Fellow, I know thee. OSWALD. What dost thou know me for? EARL OF KENT. A knave; a rascal; an eater of broken meats; a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited, hundred-pound, filthy, worsted-stocking knave; a lily-liver'd, action-taking, whoreson, glass-gazing, superserviceable, finical rogue; one-trunk-inheriting slave; one that wouldst be a bawd in way of good service, and art nothing but the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pandar, and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch: one whom I will beat into clamorous whining, 2/2/20 if thou deniest the least syllable of thy addition. OSWALD. Why, what a monstrous fellow art thou, thus to rail on one that is neither known of thee nor knows thee! EARL OF KENT. What a brazen-faced varlet art thou, to deny thou knowest me! Is it two days since I tripp'd up thy heels, and beat thee, before the king? Draw, you rogue: for, though it be night, yet the moon shines; I'll make a sop o' the moonshine of you: draw, you whoreson cullionly barbermonger, draw. [Drawing his sword.] OSWALD. Away! I have nothing to do with thee. EARL OF KENT. Draw, you rascal: you come with letters against the king; 2/2/30 and take Vanity the puppet's part against the royalty of her father: draw, you rogue, or I'll so carbonado your shanks:- draw, you rascal; come your ways. OSWALD. Help, ho! murder! help! EARL OF KENT. Strike, you slave; stand, rogue, stand; you neat slave, strike. [Beating him.] OSWALD. Help, ho! murder! murder! [Enter EDMUND, with his rapier drawn.] EDMUND. How now! What's the matter? [Parts them.] EARL OF KENT. With you, goodman boy, an you please: come, I'll flesh you; come on, young master. 2/2/40 [Enter CORNWALL, REGAN, GLOSTER, and SERVANTS.] EARL OF GLOSTER. Weapons! arms! What's the matter here? DUKE OF CORNWALL. Keep peace, upon your lives! He dies that strikes again. What is the matter? REGAN. The messengers from our sister and the king. DUKE OF CORNWALL. What is your difference? speak. OSWALD. I am scarce in breath, my lord. EARL OF KENT. No marvel, you have so bestirr'd your valour. You cowardly rascal, nature disclaims in thee: a tailor made thee. DUKE OF CORNWALL. Thou art a strange fellow: a tailor make a man? EARL OF KENT. Ay, a tailor, sir: a stone-cutter or a painter could not 2/2/50 have made him so ill, though they had been but two hours at the trade. DUKE OF CORNWALL. Speak yet, how grew your quarrel? OSWALD. This ancient ruffian, sir, whose life I have spared at suit of his gray beard,- EARL OF KENT. Thou whoreson zed! thou unnecessary letter!- My lord, if you will give me leave, I will tread this unbolted villain into mortar, and daub the wall of a jakes with him.- "Spare my gray beard," you wagtail? DUKE OF CORNWALL. Peace, sirrah! 2/2/60 You beastly knave, know you no reverence? EARL OF KENT. Yes, sir; but anger hath a privilege. DUKE OF CORNWALL. Why art thou angry? EARL OF 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 a-twain Which are too intrinse t'unloose; smooth every passion That in the natures of their lords rebel, Bring oil to fire, snow to their colder moods; Renege, affirm, and turn their halcyon beaks 2/2/70 With every gale and vary of their masters, Knowing naught, like dogs, but following.- A plague upon your epileptic visage! Smile you my speeches, as I were a fool? Goose, if I had you upon Sarum plain, I'ld drive ye cackling home to Camelot. DUKE OF CORNWALL. What, art thou mad, old fellow? EARL OF GLOSTER. How fell you out? say that. EARL OF KENT. No contraries hold more antipathy Than I and such a knave. 2/2/80 DUKE OF CORNWALL. Why dost thou call him knave? What's his offence? EARL OF KENT. His countenance likes me not. DUKE OF CORNWALL. No more, perchance, does mine, nor his, nor hers. EARL OF KENT. Sir, 'tis my occupation to be plain: I have seen better faces in my time Than stands on any shoulder that I see Before me at this instant. DUKE OF CORNWALL. This is some fellow, Who, having been praised for bluntness, doth affect A saucy roughness, and constrains the garb Quite from his nature: he cannot flatter, he,- 2/2/90 An honest mind and plain,- he must speak truth! An they will take it, so; if not, he's plain. These kind of knaves I know, which in this plainness Harbour more craft and more corrupter ends Than twenty silly-ducking observants That stretch their duties nicely. EARL OF KENT. Sir, in good sooth, in sincere verity, Under the allowance of your great aspect, Whose influence, like the wreath of radiant fire On flickering Phoebus' front,- 2/2/100 DUKE OF CORNWALL. What mean'st by this? EARL OF 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't. DUKE OF CORNWALL. What was the offence you gave him? OSWALD. I never gave him any: It pleased the king his master very late To strike at me, upon his misconstruction; When he, conjunct, and flattering his displeasure, 2/2/110 Tripp'd me behind; being down, insulted, rail'd, And put upon him such a deal of man, That worthied him, got praises of the king For him attempting who was self-subdued; And, in the fleshment of this dread exploit, Drew on me here again. EARL OF KENT. None of these rogues and cowards But Ajax is their fool. DUKE OF CORNWALL. Fetch forth the stocks!- You stubborn ancient knave, you reverend braggart, We'll teach you- EARL OF KENT. Sir, I am too old to learn: Call not your stocks for me: I serve the king; 2/2/120 On whose employment I was sent to you: You shall do small respect, show too bold malice Against the grace and person of my master, Stocking his messenger. DUKE OF CORNWALL. Fetch forth the stocks!- As I have life and honour, There shall he sit till noon. REGAN. Till noon! till night, my lord; and all night too. EARL OF KENT. Why, madam, if I were your father's dog, You should not use me so. REGAN. Sir, being his knave, I will. DUKE OF CORNWALL. This is a fellow of the self-same colour 2/2/130 Our sister speaks of.- Come, bring away the stocks! [Stocks brought out.] EARL OF GLOSTER. Let me beseech your Grace not to do so: His fault is much, and the good king his master Will check him for't: your purposed low correction Is such as basest and contemned'st wretches For pilferings and most common trespasses Are punish'd with: the king must take it ill, That he, so slightly valued in his messenger, Should have him thus restrain'd. DUKE OF CORNWALL. I'll answer that. REGAN. My sister may receive it much more worse, 2/2/140 To have her gentleman abused, assaulted, For following her affairs.- Put in his legs.- [KENT is put in the stocks.] Come, my good lord, away. [Exeunt all but GLOSTER and KENT.] EARL OF GLOSTER. I am sorry for thee, friend; 'tis the duke's pleasure, Whose disposition, all the world well knows, Will not be rubb'd nor stopp'd: I'll entreat for thee. EARL OF KENT. Pray, do not, sir: I have watch'd, and travell'd hard; Some time I shall sleep out, the rest I'll whistle. A good man's fortune may grow out at heels: Give you good morrow! 2/2/150 EARL OF GLOSTER. The duke's to blame in this; 'twill be ill taken. [Exit.] EARL OF KENT. Good king, that must approve the common saw,- Thou out of heaven's benediction comest 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 But misery:- I know 'tis from Cordelia, Who hath most fortunately been inform'd Of my obscured course; and shall find time 2/2/160 From this enormous state, seeking to give Losses their remedies.- All weary and o'er-watch'd, Take vantage, heavy eyes, not to behold This shameful lodging. Fortune, good night: smile once more; turn thy wheel! [Sleeps.] SCENE III. [The open country.] [Enter EDGAR.] EDGAR. I heard myself proclaim'd; 2/3/1 And by the happy hollow of a tree Escaped the hunt. No port is free; no place That guard, and most unusual vigilance, Does not attend my taking. Whiles 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 all my hair in knots; 2/3/10 And with presented nakedness out-face 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 mortified bare arms Pins, wooden pricks, nails, sprigs of rosemary; And with this horrible object, from low farms, Poor pelting villages, sheep-cotes, and mills, Sometime with lunatic bans, sometime with prayers, Enforce their charity.- "Poor Turlygod! poor Tom!" 2/3/20 That's something yet:- Edgar I nothing am. [Exit.] SCENE IV. [Before Gloster's castle; KENT in the stocks.] [Enter LEAR, FOOL, and GENTLEMAN.] KING LEAR. 'Tis strange that they should so depart from home, 2/4/1 And not send back my messenger. GENTLEMAN. As I learn'd, The night before there was no purpose in them Of this remove. EARL OF KENT. Hail to thee, noble master! KING LEAR. Ha! Makest thou this shame thy pastime? EARL OF 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 the loins, and men by the legs: when a man's over-lusty at legs, then he wears wooden netherstocks. 2/4/10 KING LEAR. What's he that hath so much thy place mistook To set thee here? EARL OF KENT. It is both he and she,- Your son and daughter. KING LEAR. No. EARL OF KENT. Yes. KING LEAR. No, I say. EARL OF KENT. I say, yea. KING LEAR. No, no, they would not. EARL OF KENT. Yes, they have. KING LEAR. By Jupiter, I swear, no. 2/4/20 EARL OF KENT. By Juno, I swear, ay. KING LEAR. They durst not do't; 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. EARL OF 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 2/4/30 From Goneril his mistress salutations; 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: And meeting here the other messenger, Whose welcome, I perceived, had poison'd mine,- Being the very fellow which of late Display'd so saucily against your highness,- 2/4/40 Having more man than wit about me, drew: 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 Do make their children blind; But fathers that bear bags Shall see their children kind. Fortune, that arrant whore, 2/4/50 Ne'er turns the key to the poor.- 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? EARL OF 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? EARL OF KENT. None. 2/4/60 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. EARL OF KENT. Why, fool? FOOL. We'll set thee to school to an ant, to teach thee 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 following it; but the great one that goes up the hill, 2/4/70 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, 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: The knave turns fool that runs away: 2/4/80 The fool no knave, perdy. EARL OF KENT. Where learn'd you this, fool? FOOL. Not i' the stocks, fool. [Enter LEAR with GLOSTER.] KING LEAR. Deny to speak with me? They are sick? they are weary? They have travell'd all the night? Mere fetches; The images of revolt and flying-off. Fetch me a better answer. EARL OF GLOSTER. My dear lord, You know the fiery quality of the duke; How unremovable and fix'd he is In his own course. 2/4/90 KING LEAR. Vengeance! plague! death! confusion!- Fiery? what quality? Why, Gloster, Gloster, I'ld speak with the Duke of Cornwall and his wife. EARL OF GLOSTER. Well, my good lord, I have inform'd them so. KING LEAR. Inform'd them! Dost thou understand me, man? EARL OF GLOSTER. Ay, my good lord. KING LEAR. The king would speak with Cornwall; the dear father Would with his daughter speak, commands her service: Are they inform'd of this?- My breath and blood!- Fiery! the fiery duke!- Tell the hot duke that- 2/4/100 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; 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 [Looking on KENT.] Should he sit here? This act persuades me That this remotion of the duke and her 2/4/110 Is practice 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, Or at their chamber-door I'll beat the drum Till it cry sleep to death. EARL OF GLOSTER. 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 when she put 'em i' the paste alive; she knapp'd 'em o' the coxcombs with a stick, and cried, "Down, wantons, down!" 'Twas her 2/4/120 brother that, in pure kindness to his horse, butter'd his hay. [Enter CORNWALL, REGAN, GLOSTER, and SERVANTS.] KING LEAR. Good morrow to you both. DUKE OF CORNWALL. Hail to your Grace! [KENT here 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, Sepulchring an adultress.- [to KENT] O, are you free? Some other time for that.- [Exit KENT.] Beloved Regan, Thy sister's naught: O Regan, she hath tied 2/4/130 Sharp-tooth'd unkindness, like a vulture, here,- [Points to his heart.] I can scarce speak to thee; thou'lt not believe Of 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. 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, 2/4/140 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 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: "Dear daughter, I confess that I am old; [Kneeling.] 2/4/150 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. 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 On her ingrateful top! Strike her young bones, You taking airs, with lameness! 2/4/160 DUKE OF CORNWALL. Fie, sir, fie! KING LEAR. You nimble lightnings, dart your blinding flames Into her scornful eyes! Infect her beauty, You fen-suck'd fogs, drawn by the powerful sun, To fall and blast her pride! REGAN. O the bless'd gods! so will you wish on me, When the rash mood is on. KING 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 2/4/170 To grudge my pleasures, to cut off my train, To bandy hasty words, to scant my sizes, 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. REGAN. Good sir, to the purpose. KING LEAR. Who put my man i' the stocks? [Tucket within.] DUKE OF CORNWALL. What trumpet's that? REGAN. I know't,- my sister's: this approves her letter, 2/4/180 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! DUKE OF 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, Make it your cause; send down, and take my part!- [to GONERIL] Art not ashamed to look upon this beard?- 2/4/190 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 And dotage terms so. KING LEAR. O sides, you are too tough; Will you yet hold?- How came my man i' th'stocks? DUKE OF CORNWALL. I set him there, sir: but his own disorders Deserved much less advancement. 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, 2/4/200 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. 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; 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 2/4/210 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. [Pointing at OSWALD.] GONERIL. At your choice, sir. KING LEAR. I prithee, daughter, do not make me mad: 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, 2/4/220 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: 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 For your fit welcome. Give ear, sir, to my sister; 2/4/230 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? 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, Hold amity? 'Tis hard; almost impossible. GONERIL. Why might not you, my lord, receive attendance 2/4/240 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,- 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; But kept a reservation to be follow'd With such a number. What, must I come to you 2/4/250 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, 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. 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? 2/4/260 REGAN. What need one? 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 is cheap as beast's: thou art a lady; If only to go warm were gorgeous, 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! 2/4/270 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, 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:- 2/4/280 I have full cause of weeping; but this heart Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws, Or e'er I'll weep.- O fool, I shall go mad! [Exeunt LEAR, GLOSTER, KENT and FOOL. Storm and tempest.] DUKE OF CORNWALL. Let us withdraw; 'twill be a storm. REGAN. This house is little: the old man and his people 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. 2/4/290 GONERIL. So am I purposed. Where is my Lord of Gloster? DUKE OF CORNWALL. Follow'd the old man forth:- he is return'd. [Enter GLOSTER.] EARL OF GLOSTER. The king is in high rage. DUKE OF CORNWALL. Whither is he going? EARL OF GLOSTER. He calls to horse; but will I know not whither. DUKE OF CORNWALL. 'Tis best to give him way; he leads himself. GONERIL. My lord, entreat him by no means to stay. EARL OF GLOSTER. Alack, the night comes on, and the bleak winds Do sorely ruffle; for many miles about There's scarce a bush. REGAN. O, sir, to wilful men The injuries that they themselves procure 2/4/300 Must be their schoolmasters. Shut up your doors: He is attended with a desperate train; And what they may incense him to, being apt To have his ear abused, wisdom bids fear. DUKE OF CORNWALL. Shut up your doors, my lord; 'tis a wild night: My Regan counsels well: come out o' the storm. [Exeunt.] ACT II. END.