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To take the basest and most poorest shape,
Before Gloster's Castle.
Enter LEAR, Fool, and Gentleman. Lear. 'Tis strange, that they should so depart from
As I learn'd,
Hail to thee, noble master!
No, my lord. Fool. Ha, ha; look! he wears cruel garters 42! Horses are tied by the heads; dogs, and bears, by the neck; monkies by the loins, and men by the legs: when a man is over-lusty at legs, then he wears wooden nether-stocks. Lear. What's he, that hath so much thy place
mistook To set thee here? Kent.
It is both he and she,
Lear. They durst not do't;
murder, 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,
Fool. Winter's not gone yet, if the wild geese fly
Fathers, that wear rags,
Do make their children blind;
Shall see their children kind.
Ne'er turns the key to the poor.But, for all this, thou shalt have as many dolours for thy daughters, as thou canst tell in a year.
Lear. O, how this mother swells up toward my
Kent. With the earl, sir, here within.
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 ?
Tool. An 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 there's no labouring in 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 sinell him that's stinking. Let go thy hold, when a great wheel runs down a hill, lest it break thy neck with 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
That, sir, which serves and seeks for gain,
And. follows but for form,
And leave thee in the storm.
But I will tarry; the fool will stay,
And let the wise man fly:
The fool no knave, perdy.
Re-enter LEAR, with Gloster.
My dear lord,
Lear. Vengeance! plague! death! confusion !-
Glo. 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 set
vice: Are they inform’d of this ?-My breath and blood! Fiery? the fiery duke?-Tell the hot duke, that