: 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, The knave turns fool, that runs away; Kent. Where learned you this, fool? Re-enter LEAR, with GLOSTER. Lear. Deny to speak with me? They are sick? they are weary? They have travell'd hard to-night? Mere fetches; The images of revolt and flying off! Fetch me a better answer. Glos. My dear lord, You know the fiery quality of the duke; In his own course. Lear. Vengeance! plague! death! confusion!Fiery? what quality? Why, Gloster, Gloster, I'd speak with the duke of Cornwall and his wife. A corruption of the French oath par Dieu. Glos. Well, my good lord, I have inform'd them so. Lear. Inform'd them! Dost thou understand me, man? Glos. 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, thatNo, but not yet:-may be, he is not well: Infirmity doth still neglect all office, Whereto our health is bound; we are not our selves, When nature, being oppress'd, commands the mind And am fallen out with my more headier will, For the sound man.-Death on my state! where fore [looking on Kent. Should he sit here? This act persuades me, That this remotion 1 of the duke and her Is practice only. Give me my servant forth : them, Now, presently: bid them come forth and hear me, Or at their chamber-door I'll beat the drum, 1 i, e. removal from their own house. 2 Artifice. Till it cry, Sleep to death.' Glos. 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 rapped 'em o' the coxcombs with a stick, and cried, 'Down, wantons, down!' 'Twas her brother, that, pure kindness to his horse, buttered his hay. in Enter CORNWAll, regan, glOSTER, and Servants. Lear. Good morrow to you both. Hail to your grace! [Kent is set at liberty. Re. I am glad to see your highness. Lear. Regan, I think you are; I know what reason I have to think so: if thou shouldst not be glad, Some other time for that.-Beloved Regan, I can scarce speak to thee; thou 'lt not believe, Re. I pray you, sir, take patience: I have hope, Lear. Say, how is that? Re. 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, As clears her from all blame. Lear. My curses on her! Re. O, sir, you are old; Of her confine: you should be ruled, and led Say, you have wrong'd her, sir. Lear. Ask her forgiveness? Do you but mark how this becomes the house? 1 '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.' Re. 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 stored vengeances of Heaven fall On her ingrateful top! Strike her young bones, The order of families. You taking airs, with lameness! Corn. Fie, fie, fie! 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, Re. O the bless'd gods! So will you wish on me, when the rash mood is on. Lear. No, Regan, thou shalt never have my curse : Thy tender-hefted 1 nature shall not give Thee o'er to harshness; her eyes are fierce, but thine To grudge my pleasures, to cut off my train, Re. Good sir, to the purpose. [trumpets within. What trumpet's that? Lear. Who put my man i' the stocks? Corn. ་ 1 Hefted seems to mean the same as heaved. Tenderhefted,' i. e. whose bosom is agitated by tender passions.'Steevens. 2 To contract my allowances. |