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Give
you
Good
morrow.
Glo.
The
Duke’s
to
blame
in
this,
’Twill
be
ill
taken.
[Exit.
Kent.
Good
King,
that
must
approve
the
common
law,
Thou
out
of
Heaven’s
benediction
com’st
To
the
warm
Sun.
Approach
thou
Beacon
to
this
under
Globe,
That
by
thy
comfortable
Beams
I
may
Peruse
this
Letter.
Nothing
almost
sees
miracles
But
misery.
I
know
’tis
from
Cordelia,
Who
hath
most
fortunately
been
inform’d
Of
my
obscured
course.
And
shall
find
time
From
this
enormous
State,
seeking
to
give
Losses
their
remedies.
All
weary
and
o’re-watch’d,
Take
vantage
heavy
eyes,
not
to
behold
This
shameful
lodging.
Fortune,
goodnight,
Smile
once
more,
turn
thy
wheel.
Enter
Edgar.
Edg.
I
have
heard
my
self
proclaim’d,
And
by
the
happy
hollow
of
a
Tree,
Escap’d
the
hunt.
No
Port
is
free,
no
place
That
guard,
and
most
unusual
vigilance
Do’s
not
attend
my
taking.
Whiles
I
may
scape
I
will
preserve
my
self:
and
am
bethought
To
take
the
basest
and
most
poorest
shape
That
ever
penury
in
contempt
of
man,
Brought
near
to
Beast:
My
face
I’ll
grime
with
filth,
Blanket
my
loins,
put
all
my
hair
in
knots,
And
with
presented
nakedness
out-face
The
winds,
and
persecutions
of
the
Sky:
The
Country
gives
me
proof
and
president
Of
Bedlam
beggars,
who
with
roaring
voices
Strike
in
their
numm’d
and
mortifi’d
Arms,
Pins,
Wooden
pricks,
Nails,
Sprigs
of
Rosemary:
And
with
this
horrible
object,
from
low
Farms,
Poor
pelting
Villages,
Sheeps-Coats,
and
Mills,
Sometimes
with
Lunatick
Bans,
sometimes
with
Prayers,
Inforce
their
charity:
poor
Turlygod,
poor
Tom.
That’s
something
yet:
Edgar
I
nothing
am.
[Exit.
Enter
Lear,
Fool,
and
Gentleman.
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.
Ha,
mak’st
thou
this
shame
thy
pastime?
Kent.
No,
my
Lord.
Fool.
Ha,
ha,
he
wears
Crewel
Garters;
Horses
are
ty’d
by
the
heads,
Dogs
and
Bears
by
th’neck,
Monkies
by
th’
loins,
and
men
by
th’
legs;
when
a
man
is
overlusty
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,
Your
Son
and
Daughter.
Lear.
No.
Kent.
Yes.
Lear.
No,
I
say.
Kent.
I
say,
yea.
Lear.
By
Jupiter,
I
swear
no.
Kent.
By
Juno,
I
swear
I.
Lear.
They
durst
not
do’t:
They
could
not,
would
not
do’t:
’tis
worse
than
murther
To
do
upon
respect
such
violent
outrage:
Resolve
me
with
all
modest
hast,
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,
E’re
I
was
risen
from
the
place,
that
shewed
My
duty
kneeling,
came
there
a
reeking
Post,
Stew’d
in
his
hast,
half
breathless,
panting
forth
From
Gonerill
his
Mistress,
salutation
Deliver’d
Letters
spight
of
intermission,
Which
presently
they
read;
on
those
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,
And
meeting
here
the
other
Messenger,
Whose
welcome
I
perceiv’d
had
poyson’d
mine,
Being
the
very
fellow
which
of
late
Display’d
so
sawcily
against
your
Highness,
Having
more
man
than
wit
about
me,
drew;
He
rais’d
the
house,
with
loud
and
coward
cries,
Your
Son
and
Daughter
found
this
trespass
worth
The
shame
which
here
it
suffers.
(way,
Fool.
Winter’s
not
gone
yet,
if
the
wild
Geese
fly
that
Fathers
that
wear
Rags
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
th’poor.
But
for
all
this
thou
shalt
have
as
many
dolours
for
thy
dear
Daughters,
as
thou
canst
tell
in
a
year.
Lear.
Oh
how
this
Mother
swells
up
toward
my
heart!
Hysterica
passio,
down
thou
climing
sorrow,
Thy
Element’s
below,
where
is
this
Daughter?
Kent.
With
the
Earl,
Sir,
here
within.
Lear.
Follow
me
not,
stay
here.
[Exit.
Gen.
Made
you
more
offence,
But
what
you
speak
of.
Kent.
None;
How
chance
the
King
comes
with
so
small
a
number?
Fool.
And
thou
hadst
been
set
i’th’
Stocks
for
that
question,
thoud’st
well
deserv’d
it.
Kent.
Why,
Fool?
Fool.
We’ll
set
thee
to
school
to
an
Ant,
to
teach
thee
there’s
no
labouring
i’th’
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
following.
But
the
great
one
that
goes
upward,
let
him
draw
thee
after:
When
a
wife
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,
And
follows
but
for
form;
Will
pack
when
it
begins
to
rain,
And
leave
thee
in
a
storm,
And
I
will
tarry,
the
fool
will
stay,
And
let
the
wise
man
fly:
The
Knave
turns
fool
that
runs
away,
The
fool
no
Knave
perdy.
Enter
Lear,
and
Gloster.
Kent.
Where
learn’d
you
this,
fool?
Fool.
Not
i’th’
Stocks,
fool.
Lear.
Deny
to
speak
with
me?
They
are
sick,
they
are
weary,
They
have
travell’d
all
the
night?
meer
fetches,
The
Images
of
revolt
and
flying
off.
Fet
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’ld
speak
with
the
Duke
of
Cornwall,
and
his
wife.
Glo.
Well,
my
good
Lord,
I
have
inform’d
them
So.
Le.
Inform’d
them?
Dost
thou
understand
me,
man?
Glo.
I,
my
good
Lord.
Lear.
The
King
would
speak
with
Cornwall,
The
96
The
Tragedy
of
King
Lear.