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Knight. My lord, I know not what the matter is; but, to my judgment, your highness is not entertain'd with that ceremonious affection as you were wont. Lear. Ha! fay'st thou fo?

Knight. I beseech you pardon me, my lord, if I be mistaken ; for my duty cannot be filent, when I think your highness is wrong'd.

Lear. Thou but remember'ft me of my own conception. I have perceiv'd a most faint neglect of late; I will look further into't. Go you and tell my daughter I would speak with her.

Enter Steward.

Oh, you, Sir, come you hither, Sir; who am I, Sir?

Stew. My lady's father.
Lear. My lady's father? my lord's knave!

Stew. I am none of these, my lord; I beseech your pardon. Lear. Do you bandy looks with me, rascal?

[Striking him. Stew. I'll not be struck, my lord !

Kent. Nor tripp'd neither, you base foot-ball player.".

[Tripping up his heels. Lear. I thank thee, fellow Thou serv'ft me, and I'll love thee.


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Kent. Come, Sir, arife, away!

[Pufbes the Steward out. To them, enter Gonerill. Lear. How now, daughter? what makes that frontlet on? you are too much of late i'th'frown.

Gon. Your infolent retinue, Sir,
Do hourly carp and quarrel, breaking forth
In rank and not-to-be-endured riots,
I thought by making this well known unto you,
T' have found a safe redress; but now grow fearful
That you protect this course, and put it on
By your allowance; if you should, the fault
Would not ’scape censure, not the redresses fleep.

Lear. Are you our daughter?
Gon. I would, you would make use of your good

Whereof I know you are fraught, and put away
These dispositions, which of late transport you
From what you rightly are.

Lear. Does any here know me? this is not Lear: Docs Lear walk thus ? speak thus ? where are his

Either his notion weakens, his discernings
Are lethargied-Ha! waking ?-?tis not fo;
Who is it that can tell me who I am?



Your name, fair gentlewoman?

Gon. This admiration, Sir, is much o'th' favour Of other your new humours. I beseech you To understand my purposes aright. You, as you're old and reverend, should be wise. Here do you keep an hundred knights and squireś, Men so disorder'd, fo debauch'd and bold, That this our court, infected with their manners, Shews like a riotous inn. Be then desir'd By her, that else will take the thing she begs, Of fifty to disquantity your train; And the remainders, To be such men as may befort your age, And know themselves and you.

Lear. Darkness and devils ! Saddle my horses, call my train together.Degen'rate viper ! I'll not trouble thee; Yet have I left a daughter. Gon. You strike my people, and your disorder'd

rabble Make servants of their betters.

To them, Enter Albany. Lear. Woe! that too late repents-Oh, Sir,


come? Is it your will? [peak, Sir. Prepare my horses.


[To Alb.

Ingratitude ! thou marble-hearted fiend,
More hideous when thou shew'ft thee in a child, .
Than the sea-monster.

Alb. Pray, Sir, be patient.

Lear. Detested kite! thou lieft. [To Gon, My train are men of choice and rarest parts, That all particulars of duty know. Oh, moft small fault! How ugly didst thou in Cordelia shew! Which, like an engine, wrencht my frame of riature From the fix'd place ; drew from my heart all

love, And added to the gall. Oh, Lear, Lear, Lear! Beat at this gate that let thy folly in,

[Striking his head. And thy dear judgment out.-Go, go, my people. Alb. Now, gods that we adore, whereof comes

Gon. Never afflict yourself to know of it;
But let his disposition have that scope
That dotage gives it.

Lear. What, fifty of my followers at a clap?
Alb. What's the matter, Sir ?

Lear. I tell thee life and death! I am asham'd That thou haft power to shake my manhood thus;

[To Gon. That these hot tears, which break from me perforce,


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Should make thee worth them.-Blafts and fogs

upon thee!

Th’untented woundings of a father's curse
Pierce every fense about thee ! old fond eyes,
Beweep this cause again, I'll pluck ye out,
And cast you, with the waters that you lose,
To temper clay. No, gorgon, thou shalt find,
That I'll resume the shape, which thou doft think
I have cast off for ever.

Alb. My lord, I'm guiltless, as I'm ignorant,
Of what hath mov'd you.

Lear. It may be so, my lordHear, nature, hear; dear goddess, hear a father! If thou didft intend To make this creature fruitful, change thy purpose; Into her womb convey fterility, Dry up in her the organs of increase, And from her derogate body never spring A babe to honour her!If she must teem, Create her child of spleen, that it may live, And be a thwart disnatur'a torment to her; Let it stamp wrinkles in her brow of youth, With cadent tears fret channels in her cheeks; Turn all her mother's pains and benefits To laughter and contempt ; that she may feel, How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is, To have a thanklesschild !--Go, go,my people. [Exe.


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