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"Tis on such ground, and to snch wholesome end,
Lear. My curses on her!
0, sir, you are old;
Ask her forgiveness?
Reg. Good sir, no more; these are unsightly tricks : Return you to my sister. Lear.
Fie, fie, fie!
O the blest gods!
Lear. No, Regan, thou shalt never have my curse;
Effects of courtesy, dues of gratitude;
Good sir, to the purpose.
[Trumpets within. Lear. Who put my man i’the stocks? Corn.
What Trumpet's that?
Lear. This is a slave, whose easy-borrow'd pride
What means your grace? Lear. Who stock'd my servant? Regan, I have good
hope Thou didst not know of'l.Who comes here? O heavens,
Enter GONERIL. 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 Goneril. 0, Regan, wilt thou take her by the hand ?
Gon. Why not by the hand, sir? How have I offended ? All's not offence, that indiscretion finds, And dotage terms so. Lear.
0, 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
You! did you?
Lear. Return to her, and fifty men dismiss'd?
No, rather I abjure all roofs, and choose
[Looking on the Steward. Gon.
At your choice, sir. Lear. I prythee, daughter, do not make me mad; 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, 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: 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 We could control them: If you will come to me (For now I spy a danger), I entreat you To bring but five-and-twenty; to no more Will I give place, or notice. Lear. I gave you all
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. Those wicked creatures yet do look well
favoard, When others are more wicked; not being the worst, Stands in some rank of praise :-I'll go with thee;
Hear me, my lord;
What need one?
I will have such revenges on you both,
[Exeunt Lear, Gloster, Kent, and Fool. Corn. Let us withdraw, 'twill be a storm.
[Storm heard at a distance. 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 bim gladly,
So am I purpos’d.
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? Clo. He calls to horse; but will I know not whither. Corn. 'Tis best to give him way; leads himself. Gon. My lord, entreat him by no means to stay..
Glo. Alack, the night comes on, and the bleak winds
0, sir, to wilful men,
Corn. Shut up your doors, my lord; 'tis a wild night; My Regan counsels well: come out o’the storm.