Authors: William Shakespeare
Exit
Enter Lear, Fool and
Gentleman
LEAR
’Tis strange that
they
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should so depart from home
And not send back my messengers.
GENTLEMAN
As I learned,
The night before there was no purpose in them
Of this remove.
Wakes
KENT
Hail to thee, noble master!
LEAR
Ha? Mak’st thou this shame thy pastime?
KENT
No, my lord.
FOOL
Ha, ha, he wears
cruel
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garters. Horses are tied by
the heads, dogs and bears by th’neck, monkeys by th’loins,
and men by th’legs: when a man’s
over-lusty at legs
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, then he
wears wooden
nether-stocks
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.
LEAR
What’s he that hath so much thy
place
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mistook
To
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set thee here?
KENT
It is both he and she:
Your
son
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and daughter.
LEAR
No.
KENT
Yes.
LEAR
No, I say.
KENT
I say, yea.
LEAR
By Jupiter, I swear, no.
KENT
By
Juno
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, I swear, ay.
LEAR
They durst not do’t:
They could not, would not do’t: ’tis worse than murder
To do
upon respect
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such violent outrage.
Resolve
me with all
modest
haste
which way
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Thou might’st deserve or they impose this
usage
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,
KENT
My lord, when at their home
I did
commend
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your highness’ letters to them,
Ere I was risen from the place that showed
My duty kneeling, came there a
reeking
post
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,
Stewed
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in his haste, half breathless, panting forth
From Goneril his mistress salutations,
Delivered letters,
spite of intermission
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,
Which
presently
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they read: on those contents
They summoned up their
meiny
,
straight
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took horse,
Commanded me to follow and
attend
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The leisure of their answer, gave me cold looks:
And meeting here the other messenger,
Whose welcome I perceived had poisoned mine —
Being the very fellow which of late
Displayed so saucily against
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your highness —
Having more
man than wit
about me,
drew
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.
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
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.
Sings
Fathers that wear rags
Do make their children
blind
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,
But fathers that bear
bags
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Shall see their children kind.
Fortune, that
arrant
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whore,
Ne’er
turns the key
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to th’poor.
But, for all this, thou shalt have as many
dolours
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for thy
daughters as thou canst
tell
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in a year.
LEAR
O, how this
mother
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swells up toward my heart!
Hysterica passio
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, down, thou climbing sorrow:
Thy
element
’s
below
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!— Where is this daughter?
KENT
With the earl, sir, here within.
LEAR
Follow me not: stay here.
Exit
GENTLEMAN
Made you no more offence but what you speak of?
KENT
None. How chance the king comes with so small a
number?
FOOL
An thou had’st been set i’th’stocks for that
question, thou’dst well deserved it.
KENT
Why, fool?
FOOL
We’ll set thee
to school to
an
ant to teach thee
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there’s no labouring i’th’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
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. Let go thy
hold when a great wheel runs down a hill lest it break thy
neck with following: but the great one that goes upward, let
him draw thee after. When a wise man gives thee better
counsel, give me mine
again
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: I would have none but knaves
follow it, since a fool gives it.
Sings
That
sir
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which serves and seeks for gain,
And follows but for
form
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,
Will
pack
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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,
The fool no knave,
perdy
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.
Enter Lear and Gloucester
KENT
Where learned you this, fool?
FOOL
Not i’th’stocks, fool.
LEAR
Deny
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to speak with me? They are sick, they are weary,
They have travelled all the night? Mere
fetches
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,
The images of revolt and
flying off
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.
Fetch me a better answer.
GLOUCESTER
My dear lord,
You know the fiery quality of the duke,
How unremovable and fixed he is
In his own course.
LEAR
Vengeance, plague, death,
confusion
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!
Fiery? What quality? Why, Gloucester, Gloucester,
I’d speak with the Duke of Cornwall and his wife.
GLOUCESTER
Well, my good lord, I have informed them so.
LEAR
Informed them? Dost thou understand me, man?
GLOUCESTER
Ay, my good lord.
LEAR
The king would speak with Cornwall: the dear father
Would with his daughter speak, commands,
tends
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, service.
Are they informed of this? My breath and blood!
Fiery? The fiery duke? Tell the hot duke that —
No, but not yet: maybe he is not well.
Infirmity doth still neglect all office
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Whereto our health is bound: we are not ourselves
When nature, being
oppressed
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, commands the mind
To suffer with the body. I’ll forbear,
And am
fallen out with my more headier will
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,
To take the indisposed and sickly fit
Sees Kent
For the
sound
man. Death on
my state
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! Wherefore
Should he sit here? This act persuades me
That this
remotion
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of the duke and her
Is
practice
only.
Give me my servant forth
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.
Go tell the duke
and’s
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wife I’d 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.
GLOUCESTER
I would have all well betwixt you.
Exit
LEAR
O me, my heart, my rising heart! But, down!
FOOL
Cry to it, nuncle, as the
cockney
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did to the eels when
she put ’em
i’th’paste alive
: she
knapped
’em
o’th’coxcombs
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with a stick and cried ‘Down,
wantons
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, down!’ ’Twas her
brother that, in pure kindness to his horse,
buttered his hay
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.
Enter Cornwall, Regan, Gloucester, Servants
LEAR
Good morrow to you both.
CORNWALL
Hail to your grace!
Kent here set at liberty
REGAN
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,
I would divorce me from thy mother’s tomb,
To Kent
Sepulch’ring
an
adult’ress
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.— O, are you free?
Some other time for that.— Belovèd Regan,
Thy sister’s
naught
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: O Regan, she hath tied
Sharp-toothed unkindness, like a
vulture
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, here.
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
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Than she to scant her duty.
LEAR
Say? How is that?
REGAN
I cannot think my sister in the least
Would fail her obligation: if, sir, perchance
She have restrained 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!
REGAN
O, sir, you are old:
Nature in you stands on the very
verge
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Of her confine: you should be ruled and led
By some
discretion
that discerns your
state
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Better than you yourself. Therefore, I pray you,
That to our sister you do make return:
Say you have wronged her.
LEAR
Ask her forgiveness?
Do you but mark how this
becomes the house
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:
Dear daughter, I confess that I am old;
Kneels
Age is
unnecessary
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. On my knees I beg
That you’ll
vouchsafe
me
raiment
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, bed and food.
REGAN
Good sir, no more: these are unsightly tricks:
Return you to my sister.
Rises
LEAR
Never, Regan:
She hath
abated
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me of half my train,
Looked 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
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! Strike her young bones,
You
taking
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airs, with lameness—
CORNWALL
Fie, sir, fie!
LEAR
You nimble lightnings, dart your blinding flames
Into her scornful eyes! Infect her beauty,
You
fen-sucked fogs drawn by the powerful sun
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To fall and blister!
REGAN
O the blest gods! So will you wish on me
When the rash mood is on.
LEAR
No, Regan, thou shalt never have my curse:
Thy
tender-hafted
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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
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,
And, in conclusion, to
oppose the bolt
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Against my coming in: thou better know’st
The
offices of nature
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, bond of childhood,
Effects
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of courtesy, dues of gratitude:
Thy half o’th’kingdom hast thou not forgot,
Wherein I thee endowed.
Tucket within
REGAN
Good sir,
to th’purpose
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.
LEAR
Who put my man i’th’stocks?
Enter Steward [Oswald]
CORNWALL
What trumpet’s that?
REGAN
I know’t my sister’s: this
approves
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her letter,
To Oswald
That she would soon be here.— Is your lady come?
LEAR
This is a slave, whose
easy-borrowed
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pride
Dwells in the
sickly
grace
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of her he follows.—
Out, varlet, from my sight!
CORNWALL
What means your grace?
Enter Goneril