Lear.
'Tis strange, that they should so depart from home,
And not send back my messenger.

Gent.
As I learn'd,
The night before there was no purpose in them
Of this remove.

Kent.
Hail to thee, noble master!

Lear.
How! mak'st thou this shame thy pastime?

Kent.
No, my lord^{2 note}.

Fool.

Ha, ha; look! ^{3 note}

Horses are ty'd by the heads; dogs, and bears, by the neck; monkies by the loins, and men by the legs: when a man is over-lusty^{4 note}

Lear.
What's he, that hath so much thy place mistook
To set thee here?

Kent.
It is both he and she,
Your son and daughter.

Lear.
No.

Kent.
Yes.

Lear.
No, I say.

Kent.
I say, yea.

Lear.^{6 note}
No, no; they would not.

Kent.
Yes, they have.

Lear.
By Jupiter, I swear, no.

Kent.
By Juno, I swear, ay ^note.

Lear.
They durst not do't;
They could not, would not do't; 'tis worse than murder,
^{8 note}To do upon respect such violent outrage:
Resolve me, with all modest haste, which way
Thou might'st deserve, or they impose, this usage,
Coming from us.

Kent.
My lord, when at their home
I did commend your highness' letters to them,
Ere I was risen from the place that shew'd
My duty kneeling, came there a reeking post,
Stew'd in his haste, half breathless, panting forth
From Goneril his mistress, salutations;
^{9 note}

Which presently they read: on whose contenst ^note,
^{1 note}

Fool.

^{2 note}

But, for all this, thou shalt have as many ^{3 note}

Lear.
O, how this mother^{4 note}

Kent.
With the earl, sir, here within.

Lear.
Follow me not; stay here. [Exit.

Gent.
Made you no more offence than what you speak of?

Kent.
None.
How chance the king comes with so small a train?

Fool.

An thou hadst been set i' the stocks for that question, thou hadst well deserv'd it.

Kent.

Why, fool?

Fool.

We'll set thee to school to an ant, to teach thee there's no labouring in the winter. ^{5 note}

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.
^{7 note}

Kent.
Where learn'd you this, fool?

Fool.
Not i' the stocks, 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.

Glo.
My dear lord,
You know the fiery quality of the duke;
How unremoveable and fixt he is
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.

Glo.^{8 note}
Well, my good lord, I have inform'd them so.

Lear.
Inform'd them! Dost thou understand me, man?

Glo.
Ay, my good lord.

Lear.
The king would speak with Cornwall; the dear father
Would with his daughter speak, commands her service:
Are they inform'd of this?—My breath and blood!—
Fiery? the fiery duke?—Tell the hot duke, that—^{9 note}
No, but not yet:—may be, he is not well:
Infirmity doth still neglect all office,
Whereto our health is bound; we are not ourselves,
When nature, being oppress'd, commands the mind
To suffer with the body: I'll forbear;
And am fallen out with my more headier will,
To take the indispos'd and sickly fit
For the sound man.—Death on my state! wherefore [Looking on Kent.
Should he sit here? This act persuades me,
That this remotion of the duke and her
^{1 note}Is practice only. Give me my servant forth:
Go, tell the duke and his 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.

Glo.
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^{2 note}

^{3 note}the eels, when she put them i' the paste alive; she rapt 'em o' the coxcombs with a stick, and cry'd, Down, wantons, down: 'Twas her brother, that, in pure kindness to his horse, butter'd his hay.

Lear.
Good morrow to you both.

Corn.
Hail to your grace! [Kent is set at liberty.

Reg.
I am glad to see your highness.

Lear.
Regan, I think you are; I know what reason
I have to think so: if thou should'st not be glad,
I would divorce me from thy mother's tomb,
Sepulch'ring an adultress^{4 note}

.—O, are you free? [To Kent.
Some other time for that.—Beloved Regan,
Thy sister's naught: O Regan, ^{5 note}
she hath tied
Sharp-tooth'd unkindness, like a vulture, here,— [Points to his heart.

I can scarce speak to thee; thou'lt not believe,
^{6 note}
Of how deprav'd a quality—O Regan!

Reg.
I pray you, sir, take patience; I have hope,
You less know how to value her desert,
^{7 note}

Lear.
Say?^{8 note} How is that?

Reg.
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!

Reg.
O, sir, you are old;
Nature in you stands on the very verge
Of her confine: you should be rul'd, and led
By some discretion, that discerns your state
Better than you yourself: Therefore, I pray you,
That to our sister you do make return;
Say, you have wrong'd her, sir.

Lear.
Ask her forgiveness?

^{9 note}

Reg.
Good sir, no more; these are unsightly tricks:
Return you to my sister.

Lear.
Never, Regan:
She hath abated me of half my train;
^{2 note}

Corn.
Fie, sir, 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,
^{3 note}

Reg.
O the blest gods!
So will you wish on me, ^{4 note}when the rash mood is on.

Lear.
No, Regan, thou shalt never have my curse;
Thy ^{5 note}

And, in conclusion, to oppose the bolt
Against my coming in: thou better know'st
The offices of nature, bond of childhood,
Effects of courtesy, dues of gratitude;
Thy half o'the kingdom thou hast not forgot,
Wherein I thee endow'd.

Reg.
Good sir, to the purpose. [Trumpets within.

Lear.
Who put my man i' the stocks?

Corn.
What trumpet's that? Enter Steward.

Reg.
I know't, my sister's: this approves her letter,
That she would soon be here.—Is your lady come?

Lear.
This is a slave, whose easy-borrow'd pride
Dwells in the fickle grace of her he follows:—
Out, varlet, from my sight!

Corn.
What means your grace?

Lear.
Who stock'd my servant? Regan, I have good hope
Thou did'st not know on't.—Who comes here? O heavens, Enter Goneril.
^{7 note}
If you do love old men, if your sweet sway
Allow obedience, if yourselves are old,

Make it your cause; send down, and take my part!—
Art not asham'd to look upon this beard?— [To Gon.
O, Regan, wilt thou take her by the hand?

Gon.
Why not by the hand, sir? How have I offended?
All's not offence, ^{8 note}

Lear.
O, sides, you are too tough!
Will you yet hold?—How came my man i' the stocks?

Corn.
I set him there, sir: but his own disorders
Deserv'd ^{9 note}

Lear.
You! did you?

Reg.
^{1 note}

If, 'till the expiration of your month,
You will return and sojourn with my sister,
Dismissing half your train, come then to me;
I am now from home, and out of that provision
Which shall be needful for your entertainment.

Lear.
Return to her, and fifty men dismiss'd?
^{2 note}

To wage against the enmity o' the air;
To be a comrade with the wolf and owl,—
Necessity's sharp pinch!—Return with her?
Why, the hot-blooded France, that dowerless took
Our youngest born, I could as well be brought
To knee his throne, and, squire-like, pension beg
To keep ^{3 note}base life afoot;—Return with her?
Persuade me rather to be slave ^{4 note}

Gon.
At your choice, sir.

Lear.
Now I pr'ythee, daughter, do not make me mad;
I will not trouble thee, my child; farewel:
We'll no more meet, no more see one another:—
But yet thou art my flesh, my blood, my daughter;
Or, rather, a disease that's in my flesh,
Which I must needs call mine: thou art a bile,
A plague-sore, an ^{5 note}embossed carbuncle,
In my corrupted blood. But I'll not chide thee;
Let shame come when it will, I do not call it:
I do not bid the thunder-bearer shoot,
Nor tell tales of thee to high-judging Jove:
Mend, when thou canst; be better, at thy leisure:
I can be patient; I can stay with Regan,
I, and my hundred knights.

Reg.
Not altogether so, sir;

I look'd not for you yet, nor am provided
For your fit welcome: Give ear, sir, to my sister;
For those that mingle reason with your passion,
Must be content to think you old, and so—
But she knows what she does.

Lear.
Is this well spoken now?

Reg.
I dare avouch it, sir: What, fifty followers?
Is it not well? What should you need of more?
Yea, or so many? sith that both charge and danger
Speak 'gainst so great a number? How, in one house,
Should many people, under two commands,
Hold amity? 'Tis hard; almost impossible.

Gon.
Why might not you, my lord, receive attendance
From those that she calls servants, or from mine?

Reg.
Why not, my lord? If then they chanc'd to slack you,
We could controul them: If you will come to me,
(For now I spy a danger) I intreat you
To bring but five and twenty; to no more
Will I give place, or notice.

Lear.
I gave you all—

Reg.
And in good time you gave it.

Lear.
Made you my guardians, my depositaries;
But kept a reservation to be follow'd
With such a number: What, must I come to you
With five and twenty, Regan? said you so?

Reg.
And speak it again, my lord; no more with me.

Lear.
^{6 note}

When others are more wicked; not being the worst,
Stands in some rank of praise:—I'll go with thee; [To Goneril.
Thy fifty yet doth double five and twenty,
And thou art twice her love.

Gon.
Hear me, my lord;
What need you five and twenty, ten, or five,
To follow in a house, where twice so many
Have a command to tend you?

Reg.
What need one?

Lear.
O, reason not the need: our basest beggars
Are in the poorest thing superfluous:
Allow not nature more than nature needs,
Man's life is cheap as beast's: thou art a lady;
If only to go warm were gorgeous,
Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st,
Which scarcely keeps thee warm.—But, for true need,—
You heavens, give me that patience, patience I need!
You see me here, you gods, a ^{7 note}poor old man,
As full of grief as age; wretched in both!
If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts
Against their father, fool me not so much

To bear it tamely; ^{8 note}touch me with noble anger!
O, let not women's weapons, water-drops,
Stain my man's cheeks!—No, you unnatural hags,
I will have such revenges on you both,
That all the world shall,—I will do such things^{9 note}




,—
What they are, yet I know not; but they shall be
The terrors of the earth. You think, I'll weep:
No, I'll not weep:—
I have full cause of weeping; but this heart
Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws,
Or ere I'll weep:—O, fool, I shall go mad! [Exeunt Lear, Gloster, Kent, and Fool.

Corn.
Let us withdraw, 'twill be a storm. [Storm and tempest heard.

Reg.
This house is little; the old man and his people
Cannot be well bestow'd.

Gon.
'Tis his own blame; he hath put himself from rest,

And must needs taste his folly.

Reg.
For his particular, I'll receive him gladly,
But not one follower.

Gon.
So am I purpos'd.
Where is my lord of Gloster? Re-enter Gloster.

Corn.
Follow'd the old man forth:—he is return'd.

Glo.
The king is in high rage.

Corn.
Whither is he going^{1 note}
?

Glo.
He calls to horse; but will I know not whither.

Corn.
'Tis best to give him way; he leads himself.

Gon.
My lord, entreat him by no means to stay.

Glo.
Alack, the night comes on, and the bleak winds
^{2 note}Do sorely ruffle; for many miles about
There's scarce a bush.

Reg.
O, sir, to wilful men,
The injuries, that they themselves procure,
Must be their school-masters: Shut up your doors;
He is attended with a desperate train;
And what they may incense him to, being apt
To have his ear abus'd, wisdom bids fear.

Corn.
Shut up your doors, my lord; 'tis a wild night;
My Regan counsels well: come out o' the storm. [Exeunt.

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