CORNWALL This is a fellow of the self-same colour135
Our sister speaks of. Come, bring away136
the stocks!GLOUCESTER Let me beseech your grace not to do so:
The king his master needs must take it ill
That he so slightly valued in his messenger,
Should have him thus restrained.
CORNWALL I’ll answer141
that.REGAN My sister may receive it much more worse
To have her gentleman abused, assaulted.
CORNWALL Come, my lord, away.
GLOUCESTER I am sorry for thee, friend: ’tis the duke’s pleasure145
,Whose disposition all the world well knows
Will not be rubbed147
nor stopped. I’ll entreat for thee.KENT Pray do not, sir. I have watched148
and travelled hard:Some time I shall sleep out, the rest I’ll whistle.
A good man’s fortune may grow out at heels150
.Give you good morrow151
.GLOUCESTER The duke’s to blame in this: ’twill be ill taken.
KENT Good king, that must approve the common saw153
,Thou out of heaven’s benediction com’st154
To the warm sun.
Approach, thou beacon to this under globe156
,That by thy comfortable157
beams I mayPeruse this letter. Nothing almost sees miracles158
But misery. I know ’tis from Cordelia,
Who hath most fortunately been informed
Of my obscurèd course161
, and shall find timeFrom this enormous state162
, seeking to giveLosses their remedies. All weary and o’erwatched163
,Take vantage164
, heavy eyes, not to beholdThis shameful lodging.
Fortune, goodnight: smile once more, turn thy wheel166
!EDGAR I heard myself proclaimed167
,And by the happy168
hollow of a treeEscaped the hunt. No port is free, no place
That guard and most unusual vigilance
Does not attend my taking171
. Whiles I may scape,I will preserve myself, and am bethought172
To take the basest and most poorest shape
That ever penury in contempt of man174
Brought near to beast: my face I’ll grime with filth,
Blanket my loins, elf176
all my hairs in knots,And with presented177
nakedness outfaceThe winds and persecutions of the sky.
The country gives me proof and precedent
Of Bedlam180
beggars, who with roaring voicesStrike in their numbed and mortifièd181
armsPins, wooden pricks182
, nails, sprigs of rosemary,And with this horrible object, from low183
farms,Poor pelting184
villages, sheepcotes, and mills,Sometimes with lunatic bans185
, sometime with prayers,Enforce their charity. Poor Turlygod, poor Tom186
!That’s something yet: Edgar I nothing am187
.LEAR ’Tis strange that they188
should so depart from homeAnd not send back my messengers.
GENTLEMAN As I learned,
The night before there was no purpose in them
Of this remove.
KENT Hail to thee, noble master!
LEAR Ha? Mak’st thou this shame thy pastime?
KENT No, my lord.
FOOL Ha, ha, he wears cruel196
garters. Horses are tied bythe heads, dogs and bears by th’neck, monkeys by th’loins,
and men by th’legs: when a man’s over-lusty at legs198
, then hewears wooden nether-stocks199
.LEAR What’s he that hath so much thy place200
mistookTo201
set thee here?KENT It is both he and she:
Your son203
and daughter.LEAR No.
KENT Yes.
LEAR No, I say.
KENT I say, yea.
LEAR By Jupiter, I swear, no.
KENT By Juno209
, I swear, ay.LEAR They durst not do’t:
They could not, would not do’t: ’tis worse than murder
To do upon respect212
such violent outrage.Resolve me with all modest haste which way213
Thou might’st deserve or they impose this usage214
,Coming from us215
.KENT My lord, when at their home
I did commend217
your highness’ letters to them,Ere I was risen from the place that showed
My duty kneeling, came there a reeking post219
,Stewed220
in his haste, half breathless, panting forthFrom Goneril his mistress salutations,
Delivered letters, spite of intermission222
,Which presently223
they read: on those contentsThey summoned up their meiny, straight224
took horse,Commanded me to follow and attend225
The leisure of their answer, gave me cold looks:
And meeting here the other messenger,
Whose welcome I perceived had poisoned mine —
Being the very fellow which of late
Displayed so saucily against230
your highness —Having more man than wit about me, drew231
.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 way235
.Fathers that wear rags
Do make their children blind237
,But fathers that bear bags238
Shall see their children kind.
Fortune, that arrant240
whore,Ne’er turns the key241
to th’poor.But, for all this, thou shalt have as many dolours242
for thydaughters as thou canst tell243
in a year.