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I will preserve myself. My face I'll grime with filth
SCENE 3.-Court within GLOSTER's Castle; Kent in
Enter, from Castle, LEAR and the Fool.
RIS strange that they should so depart from
home, And not send back my messenger. Fool. 'Shalt see thy other daughter will use thee kindly; for though she's as like this as a crab's like an apple, yet I can what I can tell.
Lear. What canst tell, boy ?
Fool. She will taste as like this as a crab does to a crab. Thou canst tell why one's nose stands i' the middle on's face?
Fool. Why, to keep one's eyes of either side's nose; that what a man cannot smell out, he may spy into. Lear. I did her wrong—to take't again perforce !-monster ingratitude !
Fool. Canst tell how an oyster makes his shell ?
Fool. Nor I neither; but I can tell why a snail has a house.
Fool. Why, to put his head in; not to give it away to his daughters, and leave his horns without a case.
Lear. O, let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven! Keep me in temper: I would not be mad!
Kent. [From the stocks.) Hail to thee, noble master.
No, my lord. Lear. What's he that hath so much thy place
mistook To set thee here ? Kent.
It is both he and she,-
They durst not do't; They could not, would not do't ; 'tis worse than
My lord, when at their home
From Goneril his mistress, salutations;
Fool. Winter's not gone yet, if the wild-geese fly
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 but what you
speak of? Kent. None. How chance the king comes with so small a train ?
Fool. An thou hadst been set i' the stocks for that question, thou hadst well deserv'd it.
Kent. Why, fool ?
Fool. That sir which serves and seeks for gain,
And follows but for form,
And leave thee in the storni.
Kent. Where learn'd you this, fool ?
Re-enter LEAR with GLOSTER.
Lear. Deny to speak with me? They're sick, —
they're weary? They have travell’d all the night? Mere fetches ! The images of revolt and flying off. Fetch me a better answer. Glo.
My dear lord, You know the fiery quality of the duke.
Lear. Vengeance! plague ! death! confusion ! Fiery! what quality ? Why, Gloster, Gloster, I'd speak to the Duke of Cornwall and his wife.
Glo. Well, my good lord, I have inform’d them so. Lear. Inform'd them! Dost thou understand me,
man ? The king would speak with Cornwall; the dear
father Would with his daughter speak, commands her
service : 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're not ourselves When nature, being oppress’d, commands the mind To suffer with the body: I'll forbear. Death on my state! wherefòre
(Looking on KENT. Should lie sit here? give me my servant forth. Go tell the duke and's wife I'd speak with them, Now, presently: bid them come forth and hear me, Or at their chamber door I'll beat the drum Till it cry sleep to death.
Enter CORNWALL, REGAN, GLOSTER and Servants,
Hail to your grace! .
Lear. Good morrow to you both. [Aside. O, me!
my heart, my rising heart !-keep down.
[Kent is set at liberty.
Reg. I am glad to see your highness.
Lear. Regan, I think you are ; I know what reason
[Points to his heart. I can scarce speak to thee; thou'lt not believe Of how deprav'd a quality“O Regan !
Reg. I pray you, sir, take patience: I have hope You less know how to value her desert Than she to scant her duty. Lear.
Say, how is that?
Lear. My curses on her !
O, sir, you are old.
Ask her forgiveness ? Do you
but mark how this becomes the house: “Dear daughter, I confess that I am old ; Age is unnecessary : on my knees I beg [Kneeling: That you'll vouchsafe me raiment, bed, and food." Reg. Good sir, no more; these are unsightly
tricks: Return you to my sister. . Lear.
Never, Regan : She hath abated me of half my train;