The images of revolt and flying off. You know the fiery quality of the Duke, In his own course. Lear. Vengeance! plague! death! confufion! Fiery? what fiery quality? why, Glofter, I'd speak with th' Duke of Cornwall, and his wife. Lear. The King would fpeak with Cornwall, the dear father Would with his daughter fpeak, commands her service: Whereto our health is bound; we're not our felves, To fuffer with the body. I'll forbear, And am fall'n out with my more heady will, To take the indifpos'd and fickly fit, For the found man.—— -Death on my ftate! but wherefore Should he fit here? this act perfuadeth me, That this remotion of the Duke and her Is practice only. Give me my fervant forth; Go, tell the Duke and's wife, I'd speak with them: 'Till it cry, fleep to death. [Exit, Glo. I would have all well betwixt you. Lear. O me, my heart! my rifing heart! but down. Fool. Cry to it, nuncle, as the cockney did to the Eels, when he put them i'th' Pafty alive; he rapt 'em o'th' coxcombs with a ftick, and cry'd down, wantons, down; 'Twas bis brother, that in pure kindness to his horse buttered his hay. M 3 SCENE SCENE X. Enter Cornwall, Regan, Glo'fter, and Servants. Lear. Good morrow to you both! Corn. Hail to your Grace! [Kent is fet at liberty. Reg. I am glad to fee your Highness. [To Kent. Lear. Regan, I think you are, I know what reafon [Points to his beart. I can scarce fpeak to thee, thou'lt not believe oh Regan! Reg. I pray you, Sir, take patience; I have hope You lefs know how to value her defert, Than fhe to scan her duty. Lear. How is that? Reg. I cannot think my fifter in the leaft Lear. My curfes on her! Reg. O, Sir, you are old, Nature in you ftands on the very verge Of her confine; you fhould be rul'd and led By fome difcretion, that difcerns your ftate Better than you your felf: therefore I pray you, Say you have wrong'd her, Sir. Lear. Afk her forgiveness? Do you but mark how this becometh us: Dear daughter, Iconfefs that I am old; [The King kneeling. Age is unneceffary: on my knees I beg, That you'll vouchsafe me raiment, bed, and food. Reg. Good Sir, no more; these are unfightly tricks : Return you to my fifter. Lear. Never, Regan: She She bath abated me of half my train; All the ftor'd vengeances of heaven fall On her ingrateful head! ftrike her young bones, Corn. Fie, Sir! fie! Lear. You nimble lightnings, dart your blinding flames Into her fcornful eyes! infect her beauty, You fen-fuck'd fogs, drawn by the pow'rful fun To fall, and blaft her pride! Reg. O the bleft Gods! So will you wifh on me, when the rafh mood is on. Thee o'er to harfhnefs; her eyes are fierce, but thine Against my coming in. Thou better know't Reg. Good Sir, to th' purpose. Lear. Who put my man i' th' Stocks? Enter Steward. Corn. What trumpet's that? [Trumpet within. Reg. I know't, my fifter's: this approves her letter, That the would foon be here. Is your Lady come? Lear. This is a flave, whofe eafie-borrowed pride Dwells in the fickle grace of her he follows. Out, varlet, from my fight! Corn. What means your Grace? SCENE XI. Enter Gonerill. Lear. Who ftockt my fervant? Regan, I've good hope Thou didst not know on't.-Who comes here? O heav'ns! If you do love old men, if your fweet fway Hallow obedience, if your felves are old, Make Make it your cause; fend down and take my part! O Regan, will you take her by the hand? Gon. Why not by th' hand. Sir? how have I offended? All's not offence that indifcretion finds, And dotage terms fo. Lear. O fides, you are too tough! Will you yet hold? how came my man i' th' Stocks? Lear. You? did you? Reg. I pray you, father, being 'wake, seem so, Return with her? Why! the hot-blooded France, that dow'rless took Perfuade me rather to be flave and fumpter To this detefted groom. Gon. At your choice, Sir. Lear. I pr'ythee, daughter, do not make me mad, Which I must needs call mine; thou art a bile, In my corrupted blood; but I'll not chide thee. Mend Mend when thou canft, be better at thy leifure, Reg. Not all together, I look'd not for you yet, nor am provided Lear. Is this well spoken? Reg. I dare avouch it, Sir; what, fifty followers? Gon. Why might not you, my Lord, receive attendance From those that fhe calls fervants, or from mine? Reg. Why not, my Lord? if then they chanc'd to flack ye, We could controll them; if you'll come to me, (For now I fpy a danger) I intreat you To bring but five and twenty; to no more Lear. I gave you all Reg. And in good time you gave it. Lear. Made you my guardians, my depofitaries, But kept a reservation to be follow'd With fuch a number; muft I come to you With five and twenty? Regan, faid you fo? Reg. And fpeak't again, my Lord, no more with me.` Lear. Those wicked creatures yet do look well-favour'd When others are more wicked. Not being worft Stands in fome rank of praife; I'll go with thee, [To Gon, Thy fifty yet doth double five and twenty; And thou haft twice her love, Gon. Hear me, my Lord; What need you five and twenty? ten? or five? Reg. What needs one? Lear |