| King Lear
| Act 2, Scene 4
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Enter KING LEAR, Fool, and GentlemanKING LEAR
'Tis strange that they should so depart from home,Gentleman
And not send back my messenger.
As I learn'd,KENT
The night before there was no purpose in them
Of this remove.
Hail to thee, noble master!KING LEAR
Makest thou this shame thy pastime?
No, my lord.Fool
Ha, ha! he wears cruel garters. Horses are tiedKING LEAR
by the heads, dogs and bears by the neck, monkeys by
the loins, and men by the legs: when a man's
over-lusty at legs, then he wears wooden
What's he that hath so much thy place mistookKENT
To set thee here?
It is both he and she;KING LEAR
Your son and daughter.
No, I say.KENT
I say, yea.KING LEAR
No, no, they would not.KENT
Yes, they have.KING LEAR
By Jupiter, I swear, no.KENT
By Juno, I swear, ay.KING LEAR
They durst not do 't;KENT
They could not, would not do 't; 'tis worse than murder,
To do upon respect such violent outrage:
Resolve me, with all modest haste, which way
Thou mightst deserve, or they impose, this usage,
Coming from us.
My lord, when at their homeFool
I did commend your highness' letters to them,
Ere I was risen from the place that show'd
My duty kneeling, came there a reeking post,
Stew'd in his haste, half breathless, panting forth
From Goneril his mistress salutations;
Deliver'd letters, spite of intermission,
Which presently they read: on whose 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 perceived, had poison'd mine,--
Being the very fellow that of late
Display'd so saucily against your highness,--
Having more man than wit about me, drew:
He raised the house with loud and coward cries.
Your son and daughter found this trespass worth
The shame which here it suffers.
Winter's not gone yet, if the wild-geese fly that way.KING LEAR
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 the poor.
But, for all this, thou shalt have as many dolours
for thy daughters as thou canst tell in a year.
O, how this mother swells up toward my heart!KENT
Hysterica passio, down, thou climbing sorrow,
Thy element's below! Where is this daughter?
With the earl, sir, here within.KING LEAR
Follow me not;Gentleman
Made you no more offence but what you speak of?KENT
How chance the king comes with so small a train?
And thou hadst been set i' the stocks for thatKENT
question, thou hadst well deserved it.
We'll set thee to school to an ant, to teach theeKENT
there's no labouring i' 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 smell 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 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 the storm,
But 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.
Where learned you this, fool?Fool
Not i' the stocks, fool.KING LEAR
Re-enter KING LEAR with GLOUCESTER
Deny to speak with me? They are sick? they are weary?GLOUCESTER
They have travell'd all the night? Mere fetches;
The images of revolt and flying off.
Fetch me a better answer.
My dear lord,KING LEAR
You know the fiery quality of the duke;
How unremoveable and fix'd he is
In his own course.
Vengeance! plague! death! confusion!GLOUCESTER
Fiery? what quality? Why, Gloucester, Gloucester,
I'ld speak with the Duke of Cornwall and his wife.
Well, my good lord, I have inform'd them so.KING LEAR
Inform'd them! Dost thou understand me, man?GLOUCESTER
Ay, my good lord.KING LEAR
The king would speak with Cornwall; the dear fatherGLOUCESTER
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 are not ourselves
When nature, being oppress'd, commands the mind
To suffer with the body: I'll forbear;
And am fall'n out with my more headier will,
To take the indisposed and sickly fit
For the sound man. Death on my state! wherefore
Looking on KENTShould he sit here? This act persuades me
That this remotion of the duke and her
Is practise only. Give me my servant forth.
Go tell the duke and 's wife I'ld 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.
I would have all well betwixt you.KING LEAR
O me, my heart, my rising heart! but, down!Fool
Cry to it, nuncle, as the cockney did to the eelsKING LEAR
when she put 'em i' the paste alive; she knapped 'em
o' the coxcombs with a stick, and cried 'Down,
wantons, down!' 'Twas her brother that, in pure
kindness to his horse, buttered his hay.
Enter CORNWALL, REGAN, GLOUCESTER, and Servants
Good morrow to you both.CORNWALL
Hail to your grace!REGAN
KENT is set at liberty
I am glad to see your highness.KING LEAR
Regan, I think you are; I know what reasonREGAN
I have to think so: if thou shouldst not be glad,
I would divorce me from thy mother's tomb,
Sepulchring an adultress.
To KENTO, are you free?
Some other time for that. Beloved Regan,
Thy sister's naught: O Regan, she hath tied
Sharp-tooth'd unkindness, like a vulture, here:
Points to his heartI can scarce speak to thee; thou'lt not believe
With how depraved a quality--O Regan!
I pray you, sir, take patience: I have hope.KING LEAR
You less know how to value her desert
Than she to scant her duty.
Say, how is that?REGAN
I cannot think my sister in the leastKING LEAR
Would fail her obligation: if, sir, perchance
She have restrain'd the riots of your followers,
'Tis on such ground, and to such wholesome end,
As clears her from all blame.
My curses on her!REGAN
O, sir, you are old.KING LEAR
Nature in you stands on the very verge
Of her confine: you should be ruled and led
By some discretion, that discerns your state
Better than you yourself. Therefore, I pray you,
That to our sister you do make return;
Say you have wrong'd her, sir.
Ask her forgiveness?REGAN
Do you but mark how this becomes the house:
'Dear daughter, I confess that I am old;
KneelingAge is unnecessary: on my knees I beg
That you'll vouchsafe me raiment, bed, and food.'
Good sir, no more; these are unsightly tricks:KING LEAR
Return you to my sister.
[Rising] Never, Regan:CORNWALL
She hath abated me of half my train;
Look'd black upon me; struck me with her tongue,
Most serpent-like, upon the very heart:
All the stored vengeances of heaven fall
On her ingrateful top! Strike her young bones,
You taking airs, with lameness!
Fie, sir, fie!KING LEAR
You nimble lightnings, dart your blinding flamesREGAN
Into her scornful eyes! Infect her beauty,
You fen-suck'd fogs, drawn by the powerful sun,
To fall and blast her pride!
O the blest gods! so will you wish on me,KING LEAR
When the rash mood is on.
No, Regan, thou shalt never have my curse:REGAN
Thy tender-hefted nature shall not give
Thee o'er to harshness: her eyes are fierce; but thine
Do comfort and not burn. 'Tis not in thee
To grudge my pleasures, to cut off my train,
To bandy hasty words, to scant my sizes,
And in conclusion to oppose the bolt
Against my coming in: thou better know'st
The offices of nature, bond of childhood,
Effects of courtesy, dues of gratitude;
Thy half o' the kingdom hast thou not forgot,
Wherein I thee endow'd.
Good sir, to the purpose.KING LEAR
Who put my man i' the stocks?CORNWALL
What trumpet's that?REGAN
I know't, my sister's: this approves her letter,KING LEAR
That she would soon be here.
Enter OSWALDIs your lady come?
This is a slave, whose easy-borrow'd prideCORNWALL
Dwells in the fickle grace of her he follows.
Out, varlet, from my sight!
What means your grace?KING LEAR
Who stock'd my servant? Regan, I have good hopeGONERIL
Thou didst not know on't. Who comes here? O heavens,
Enter GONERILIf 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!
To GONERILArt not ashamed to look upon this beard?
O Regan, wilt thou take her by the hand?
Why not by the hand, sir? How have I offended?KING LEAR
All's not offence that indiscretion finds
And dotage terms so.
O sides, you are too tough;CORNWALL
Will you yet hold? How came my man i' the stocks?
I set him there, sir: but his own disordersKING LEAR
Deserved much less advancement.
You! did you?REGAN
I pray you, father, being weak, seem so.KING LEAR
If, till the expiration of your month,
You will return and sojourn with my sister,
Dismissing half your train, come then to me:
I am now from home, and out of that provision
Which shall be needful for your entertainment.
Return to her, and fifty men dismiss'd?GONERIL
No, rather I abjure all roofs, and choose
To wage against the enmity o' the air;
To be a comrade with the wolf and owl,--
Necessity's sharp pinch! Return with her?
Why, the hot-blooded France, that dowerless took
Our youngest born, I could as well be brought
To knee his throne, and, squire-like; pension beg
To keep base life afoot. Return with her?
Persuade me rather to be slave and sumpter
To this detested groom.
Pointing at OSWALD
At your choice, sir.KING LEAR
I prithee, daughter, do not make me mad:REGAN
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.
Not altogether so:KING LEAR
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.
Is this well spoken?REGAN
I dare avouch it, sir: what, fifty followers?GONERIL
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.
Why might not you, my lord, receive attendanceREGAN
From those that she calls servants or from mine?
Why not, my lord? If then they chanced to slack you,KING LEAR
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.
I gave you all--REGAN
And in good time you gave it.KING LEAR
Made you my guardians, my depositaries;REGAN
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?
And speak't again, my lord; no more with me.KING LEAR
Those wicked creatures yet do look well-favour'd,GONERIL
When others are more wicked: not being the worst
Stands in some rank of praise.
To GONERILI'll go with thee:
Thy fifty yet doth double five and twenty,
And thou art twice her love.
Hear me, my lord;REGAN
What need you five and twenty, ten, or five,
To follow in a house where twice so many
Have a command to tend you?
What need one?KING LEAR
O, reason not the need: our basest beggarsCORNWALL
Are in the poorest thing superfluous:
Allow not nature more than nature needs,
Man's life's as cheap as beast's: thou art a lady;
If only to go warm were gorgeous,
Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st,
Which scarcely keeps thee warm. But, for true need,--
You heavens, give me that patience, patience I need!
You see me here, you gods, a poor old man,
As full of grief as age; wretched in both!
If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts
Against their father, fool me not so much
To bear it tamely; touch me with noble anger,
And let not women's weapons, water-drops,
Stain my man's cheeks! No, you unnatural hags,
I will have such revenges on you both,
That all the world shall--I will do such things,--
What they are, yet I know not: but they shall be
The terrors of the earth. You think I'll weep
No, I'll not weep:
I have full cause of weeping; but this heart
Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws,
Or ere I'll weep. O fool, I shall go mad!
Exeunt KING LEAR, GLOUCESTER, KENT, and Fool
Storm and tempest
Let us withdraw; 'twill be a storm.REGAN
This house is little: the old man and his peopleGONERIL
Cannot be well bestow'd.
'Tis his own blame; hath put himself from rest,REGAN
And must needs taste his folly.
For his particular, I'll receive him gladly,GONERIL
But not one follower.
So am I purposed.CORNWALL
Where is my lord of Gloucester?
Follow'd the old man forth: he is return'd.GLOUCESTER
The king is in high rage.CORNWALL
Whither is he going?GLOUCESTER
He calls to horse; but will I know not whither.CORNWALL
'Tis best to give him way; he leads himself.GONERIL
My lord, entreat him by no means to stay.GLOUCESTER
Alack, the night comes on, and the bleak windsREGAN
Do sorely ruffle; for many miles a bout
There's scarce a bush.
O, sir, to wilful men,CORNWALL
The injuries that they themselves procure
Must be their schoolmasters. Shut up your doors:
He is attended with a desperate train;
And what they may incense him to, being apt
To have his ear abused, wisdom bids fear.
Shut up your doors, my lord; 'tis a wild night:
My Regan counsels well; come out o' the storm.
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