| Before GLOUCESTER's castle. KENT in the stocks. |
| [Enter KING LEAR, Fool, and Gentleman] |
| KING LEAR | 'Tis strange that they should so depart from home, | ||
| And not send back my messenger. |
| Gentleman | As I learn'd, | ||
| The night before there was no purpose in them | |||
| Of this remove. | 5 |
| KENT | Hail to thee, noble master! |
| KING LEAR | Ha! | ||
| Makest thou this shame thy pastime? |
| KENT | No, my lord. |
| Fool | Ha, ha! he wears cruel garters. Horses are tied | ||
| by the heads, dogs and bears by the neck, monkeys by | 10 | ||
| the loins, and men by the legs: when a man's | |||
| over-lusty at legs, then he wears wooden | |||
| nether-stocks. |
| KING LEAR | What's he that hath so much thy place mistook | ||
| To set thee here? | 15 |
| KENT | It is both he and she; | ||
| Your son and daughter. |
| KING LEAR | No. |
| KENT | Yes. |
| KING LEAR | No, I say. |
| KENT | I say, yea. | 20 |
| KING LEAR | No, no, they would not. |
| KENT | Yes, they have. |
| KING LEAR | By Jupiter, I swear, no. |
| KENT | By Juno, I swear, ay. |
| KING LEAR | They durst not do 't; | 25 | |
| They could not, would not do 't; 'tis worse than murder, | |||
| To do upon respect such violent outrage: | |||
| Resolve me, with all modest haste, which way | |||
| Thou mightst deserve, or they impose, this usage, | |||
| Coming from us. | 30 |
| KENT | My lord, when at their home | ||
| I did commend your highness' letters to them, | |||
| Ere I was risen from the place that show'd | |||
| My duty kneeling, came there a reeking post, | |||
| Stew'd in his haste, half breathless, panting forth | |||
| From Goneril his mistress salutations; | 35 | ||
| Deliver'd letters, spite of intermission, | |||
| Which presently they read: on whose contents, | |||
| They summon'd up their meiny, straight took horse; | |||
| Commanded me to follow, and attend | |||
| The leisure of their answer; gave me cold looks: | 40 | ||
| And meeting here the other messenger, | |||
| Whose welcome, I perceived, had poison'd mine,-- | |||
| Being the very fellow that of late | |||
| Display'd so saucily against your highness,-- | |||
| Having more man than wit about me, drew: | 45 | ||
| 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. | ||
| Fathers that wear rags | 50 | ||
| Do make their children blind; | |||
| But fathers that bear bags | |||
| Shall see their children kind. | |||
| Fortune, that arrant whore, | |||
| Ne'er turns the key to the poor. | 55 | ||
| But, for all this, thou shalt have as many dolours | |||
| for thy daughters as thou canst tell in a year. |
| KING LEAR | O, how this mother swells up toward my heart! | ||
| Hysterica passio, down, thou climbing sorrow, | |||
| Thy element's below! Where is this daughter? | 60 |
| KENT | With the earl, sir, here within. |
| KING LEAR | Follow me not; | ||
| Stay here. | |||
| [Exit] |
| Gentleman | Made you no more offence but what you speak of? |
| KENT | None. | 65 | |
| How chance the king comes with so small a train? |
| Fool | And thou hadst been set i' the stocks for that | ||
| question, thou hadst well deserved it. |
| KENT | Why, fool? |
| Fool | We'll set thee to school to an ant, to teach thee | 70 | |
| there's no labouring i' the 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. Let go thy hold when a great wheel | |||
| runs down a hill, lest it break thy neck with | 75 | ||
| following it: but the great one that goes up the | |||
| hill, let him draw thee after. When a wise man | |||
| gives thee better counsel, give me mine again: I | |||
| would have none but knaves follow it, since a fool gives it. | |||
| That sir which serves and seeks for gain, | 80 | ||
| And follows but for form, | |||
| Will pack 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: | 85 | ||
| The knave turns fool that runs away; | |||
| The fool no knave, perdy. |
| KENT | Where learned you this, fool? |
| Fool | Not i' the stocks, fool. | ||
| [Re-enter KING LEAR with GLOUCESTER] |
| KING LEAR | Deny to speak with me? They are sick? they are weary? | 90 | |
| They have travell'd all the night? Mere fetches; | |||
| The images of revolt and flying off. | |||
| Fetch me a better answer. |
| GLOUCESTER | My dear lord, | ||
| You know the fiery quality of the duke; | 95 | ||
| How unremoveable and fix'd he is | |||
| In his own course. |
| KING LEAR | Vengeance! plague! death! confusion! | ||
| Fiery? what quality? Why, Gloucester, Gloucester, | |||
| I'ld speak with the Duke of Cornwall and his wife. | 100 |
| GLOUCESTER | Well, my good lord, I have inform'd them so. |
| KING LEAR | Inform'd them! Dost thou understand me, man? |
| GLOUCESTER | Ay, my good lord. |
| KING LEAR | The king would speak with Cornwall; the dear father | ||
| Would with his daughter speak, commands her service: | 105 | ||
| Are they inform'd of this? My breath and blood! | |||
| Fiery? the fiery duke? Tell the hot duke that-- | |||
| 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 | 110 | ||
| When nature, being oppress'd, commands the mind | |||
| To suffer with the body: I'll forbear; | |||
| And am fall'n out with my more headier will, | |||
| To take the indisposed and sickly fit | |||
| For the sound man. Death on my state! wherefore | 115 | ||
| [Looking on KENT] | |||
| Should he sit here? This act persuades me | |||
| That this remotion of the duke and her | |||
| Is practise only. Give me my servant forth. | |||
| Go tell the duke and 's wife I'ld speak with them, | |||
| Now, presently: bid them come forth and hear me, | 120 | ||
| 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] |
| KING LEAR | O me, my heart, my rising heart! but, down! |
| Fool | Cry to it, nuncle, as the cockney did to the eels | 125 | |
| when she put 'em i' the paste alive; she knapped 'em | |||
| o' the coxcombs with a stick, and cried 'Down, | |||
| wantons, down!' 'Twas her brother that, in pure | |||
| kindness to his horse, buttered his hay. | |||
| [Enter CORNWALL, REGAN, GLOUCESTER, and Servants] |
| KING LEAR | Good morrow to you both. | 130 |
| CORNWALL | Hail to your grace! | ||
| [KENT is set at liberty] |
| REGAN | I am glad to see your highness. |
| KING 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, | 135 | ||
| Sepulchring an adultress. | |||
| [To KENT] | |||
| O, are you free? | |||
| Some other time for that. Beloved Regan, | |||
| Thy sister's naught: O Regan, she hath tied | |||
| Sharp-tooth'd unkindness, like a vulture, here: | 140 | ||
| [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 | |||
| Than she to scant her duty. | 145 |
| KING LEAR | Say, how is that? |
| REGAN | 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, | 150 | ||
| As clears her from all blame. |
| KING LEAR | My curses on her! |
| REGAN | O, sir, you are old. | ||
| Nature in you stands on the very verge | |||
| Of her confine: you should be ruled and led | |||
| By some discretion, that discerns your state | 155 | ||
| Better than you yourself. Therefore, I pray you, | |||
| That to our sister you do make return; | |||
| Say you have wrong'd her, sir. |
| KING LEAR | Ask her forgiveness? | ||
| Do you but mark how this becomes the house: | 160 | ||
| 'Dear daughter, I confess that I am old; | |||
| [Kneeling] | |||
| Age is unnecessary: on my knees I beg | |||
| That you'll vouchsafe me raiment, bed, and food.' |
| REGAN | Good sir, no more; these are unsightly tricks: | ||
| Return you to my sister. | 165 |
| KING LEAR | [Rising] Never, Regan: | ||
| She hath abated me of half my train; | |||
| Look'd black upon me; struck me with her tongue, | |||
| Most serpent-like, upon the very heart: | |||
| All the stored vengeances of heaven fall | 170 | ||
| On her ingrateful top! Strike her young bones, | |||
| You taking airs, with lameness! |
| CORNWALL | Fie, sir, fie! |
| KING LEAR | You nimble lightnings, dart your blinding flames | ||
| Into her scornful eyes! Infect her beauty, | 175 | ||
| You fen-suck'd fogs, drawn by the powerful sun, | |||
| To fall and blast her pride! |
| REGAN | O the blest gods! so will you wish on me, | ||
| When the rash mood is on. |
| KING LEAR | No, Regan, thou shalt never have my curse: | 180 | |
| Thy tender-hefted 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, | 185 | ||
| 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 hast thou not forgot, | 190 | ||
| Wherein I thee endow'd. |
| REGAN | Good sir, to the purpose. |
| KING LEAR | Who put my man i' the stocks? | ||
| [Tucket within] |
| CORNWALL | What trumpet's that? |
| REGAN | I know't, my sister's: this approves her letter, | 195 | |
| That she would soon be here. | |||
| [Enter OSWALD] | |||
| Is your lady come? |
| KING LEAR | This is a slave, whose easy-borrow'd pride | ||
| Dwells in the fickle grace of her he follows. | |||
| Out, varlet, from my sight! | 200 |
| CORNWALL | What means your grace? |
| KING LEAR | Who stock'd my servant? Regan, I have good hope | ||
| Thou didst not know on't. Who comes here? O heavens, | |||
| [Enter GONERIL] | |||
| If you do love old men, if your sweet sway | |||
| Allow obedience, if yourselves are old, | 205 | ||
| Make it your cause; send down, and take my part! | |||
| [To GONERIL] | |||
| Art not ashamed to look upon this beard? | |||
| O Regan, wilt thou take her by the hand? |
| GONERIL | Why not by the hand, sir? How have I offended? | ||
| All's not offence that indiscretion finds | 210 | ||
| And dotage terms so. |
| KING LEAR | O sides, you are too tough; | ||
| Will you yet hold? How came my man i' the stocks? |
| CORNWALL | I set him there, sir: but his own disorders | ||
| Deserved much less advancement. | 215 |
| KING LEAR | You! did you? |
| REGAN | I pray you, father, being weak, seem so. | ||
| If, till the expiration of your month, | |||
| You will return and sojourn with my sister, | |||
| Dismissing half your train, come then to me: | 220 | ||
| I am now from home, and out of that provision | |||
| Which shall be needful for your entertainment. |
| KING LEAR | Return to her, and fifty men dismiss'd? | ||
| No, rather I abjure all roofs, and choose | |||
| To wage against the enmity o' the air; | 225 | ||
| 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 | 230 | ||
| To keep base life afoot. Return with her? | |||
| Persuade me rather to be slave and sumpter | |||
| To this detested groom. | |||
| [Pointing at OSWALD] |
| GONERIL | At your choice, sir. |
| KING LEAR | I prithee, daughter, do not make me mad: | 235 | |
| I will not trouble thee, my child; farewell: | |||
| 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 boil, | 240 | ||
| A plague-sore, an 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: | 245 | ||
| Mend when thou canst; be better at thy leisure: | |||
| I can be patient; I can stay with Regan, | |||
| I and my hundred knights. |
| REGAN | Not altogether so: | ||
| I look'd not for you yet, nor am provided | 250 | ||
| 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. |
| KING LEAR | Is this well spoken? | 255 |
| REGAN | 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, | 260 | ||
| Hold amity? 'Tis hard; almost impossible. |
| GONERIL | Why might not you, my lord, receive attendance | ||
| From those that she calls servants or from mine? |
| REGAN | Why not, my lord? If then they chanced to slack you, | ||
| We could control them. If you will come to me,-- | 265 | ||
| For now I spy a danger,--I entreat you | |||
| To bring but five and twenty: to no more | |||
| Will I give place or notice. |
| KING LEAR | I gave you all-- |
| REGAN | And in good time you gave it. |
| KING LEAR | Made you my guardians, my depositaries; | 270 | |
| 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? |
| REGAN | And speak't again, my lord; no more with me. |
| KING LEAR | Those wicked creatures yet do look well-favour'd, | 275 | |
| When others are more wicked: not being the worst | |||
| Stands in some rank of praise. | |||
| [To GONERIL] | |||
| I'll go with thee: | |||
| Thy fifty yet doth double five and twenty, | |||
| And thou art twice her love. | 280 |
| GONERIL | 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? |
| REGAN | What need one? | 285 |
| KING 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's as cheap as beast's: thou art a lady; | |||
| If only to go warm were gorgeous, | 290 | ||
| 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 poor old man, | |||
| As full of grief as age; wretched in both! | 295 | ||
| If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts | |||
| Against their father, fool me not so much | |||
| To bear it tamely; touch me with noble anger, | |||
| And let not women's weapons, water-drops, | |||
| Stain my man's cheeks! No, you unnatural hags, | 300 | ||
| I will have such revenges on you both, | |||
| That all the world shall--I will do such things,-- | |||
| 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: | 305 | ||
| 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 KING LEAR, GLOUCESTER, KENT, and Fool] | |||
| [Storm and tempest] |
| CORNWALL | Let us withdraw; 'twill be a storm. |
| REGAN | This house is little: the old man and his people | 310 | |
| Cannot be well bestow'd. |
| GONERIL | 'Tis his own blame; hath put himself from rest, | ||
| And must needs taste his folly. |
| REGAN | For his particular, I'll receive him gladly, | ||
| But not one follower. | 315 |
| GONERIL | So am I purposed. | ||
| Where is my lord of Gloucester? |
| CORNWALL | Follow'd the old man forth: he is return'd. | ||
| [Re-enter GLOUCESTER] |
| GLOUCESTER | The king is in high rage. |
| CORNWALL | Whither is he going? | 320 |
| GLOUCESTER | He calls to horse; but will I know not whither. |
| CORNWALL | 'Tis best to give him way; he leads himself. |
| GONERIL | My lord, entreat him by no means to stay. |
| GLOUCESTER | Alack, the night comes on, and the bleak winds | ||
| Do sorely ruffle; for many miles about | 325 | ||
| There's scarce a bush. |
| REGAN | O, sir, to wilful men, | ||
| The injuries that they themselves procure | |||
| Must be their schoolmasters. Shut up your doors: | |||
| He is attended with a desperate train; | 330 | ||
| And what they may incense him to, being apt | |||
| To have his ear abused, wisdom bids fear. |
| CORNWALL | Shut up your doors, my lord; 'tis a wild night: | ||
| My Regan counsels well; come out o' the storm. | |||
| [Exeunt] |