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I have cast off for ever; thou shalt, I warrant thee.
[Ereunt Lear, Kent, and Attendants. Gon. Do you mark that, my
lord ? Alb. I cannot be so partial, Goneril, To the great love I bear you,
Gon. Pray you, content.-What, Oswald, ho! You, sir, more knave than fool, after your master.
[To the Fool. Fool. Nuncle Lear, nuncle Lear, tarry, and take the fool with thee.
A fox, when one has caught her,
[Exit. Gon. This man hath bad good counsel :-) hun.
dred knights! Tis politic, and safe, to let him keep At point, a hundred knights. Yes, that on every
Alb. Well, you may fear too far.
Gon. Safer than trust : Let me still take away the harms I fear, Nor fear still to be taken. I know his heart: What he hath utter'd, I have writ my sister; If she sustain him and his hundred knights, When I have show'd the unfitness --How now, Oswald ?
Enter Steward. What, have
you writ that letter to my sister? 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,
Get you gove;
lord. This milky gentleness, and course of yours, Though I condemn it not, yet, under pardon,
are much more attask'd for want of wisdom, Than prais'd for barmful mildness.
Alb. How far your eyes may pierce, I cannot tell ; Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.
Gom. Nay, then–
SCENE V.-Court before the same.
Enter LEAR, Kent, and Fool. Lear. Go you before to Gloster with these letters: acquaint my daughter no further with any thing you know, than comes from her demand out of the letter: If your diligence be not speedy, I shall be there before you.
Kent. I will not sleep, my lord, till I have delivered
[Exit. Fool. If a man's brains were in his heels, were't not in danger of kibes?
Lear. Ay, boy
Fool. Then, I pr’ythee, be merry; thy wit shall not go slip-sbod.
Lear. Ha, ha, ha!
Fool. Shalt see, thy other daughter will use thee kindly: for though she's as like this as a crab is like an apple, yet I can tell what I can tell.
Lear. Why, what canst thou tell, my boy?
Fool. She will taste as like this, as a crab does to a crab. Thou canst tell, why one's nose stands i'the middle of his face?
Fool. Why, to keep his eyes on either side his nose; that what a man cannot smell out, he may spy into.
Lear. I did her wrong:-
Fool. Nor I neither: but I can tell why a snail has a house.
Fool. Why, to put bis head in; not to give it away to his daughters, and leave his horns without a
Lear. I will forget my nature.-So kind a father! - Be my
The reason why the seven stars are no more than seven, is a pretty reason.
Lear. Because they are not eight?
Fool. Yes, indeed : Thou wouldest make a good fool.
Lear. To take it agåin, perforce!Monster ingratitude!
Fool. If thou wert my fool, nuncle, I'd have thee beaten for being old before thy time.
Lear. How's that?
Fool. Thou should'st not have been old, before thou hadst been wise. Lear. O let me not be mad, not mad, sweet hea
ven! Keep me in temper; I would not be mad!
Gent. Ready, my lord.
Fool. She, that is maid now, and laughs at my
departure, Shall not be a maid long, unless things be cut shorter.
SCENE I.--A court within the castle of the
Earl of Gloster.
Enter EDMUND and CURAN, meeting.
Edm. Save thee, Curan.
father; and given him notice, that the duke of Cornwall, and Regan his duchess, will be here with him to-night.
Edm. How comes that?
Cur. Nay, I know not: You have heard of the. news abroad ; I mean the whispered ones, for they are yet but ear-kissing arguments ?
#dm. Not I; 'Pray you, what are they?
Cur. Have you heard of no likely wars toward, 'twixt the dukes of Cornwall and Albany?
Edm. Not a word..
[Exit. Edm. The duke be here to-night? The better !
business! My father hath set guard to take my brother; And I have one thing, of a queazy question,
Which I must act :-Briefness, and fortune, work! Brother, a word ;-descend : Brother, I say;
Enter EDGAR. My father watches :-0 sir, fly this place; 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'the night, i'the haste, And Regan with him: Have you nothing said Upon his party 'gainst the duke of Albany? Advise yourself.
Edg: I am 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 yourself: Now quit you well. Yield ;--come before my father :-Light, ho, here!Fly, brother:- Torches ! torches !-So, farewell.
[Erit 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. Glo. Now, Edmund, where's the villain? Edm. Here stood he in the dark, bis sharp sword
Glo. But where is he?