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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.
Oh, you, Sir, come you hither, Sir; who am I, Sir?
Stew. My lady's father.
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.
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,
Lear. Are you our daughter?
Lear. Does any here know me? this is not Lear: Docs Lear walk thus ? speak thus ? where are his
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.
Ingratitude ! thou marble-hearted fiend,
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
Lear. What, fifty of my followers at a clap?
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,
Should make thee worth them.-Blafts and fogs
Th’untented woundings of a father's curse
Alb. My lord, I'm guiltless, as I'm ignorant,
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.