_Gon._ Come, sir,[2924] I would you would make use of that good wisdom[2925][2926] Whereof I know you are fraught, and put away[2925][2927] These dispositions that of late transform you[2925][2928] 215 From what you rightly are.[2925] _Fool._ May not an ass know when the cart draws the horse? Whoop, Jug! I love thee. _Lear._ Doth any here know me? This is not Lear:[2929][2930] Doth Lear walk thus? speak thus? Where are his eyes?[2931] 220 Either his notion weakens, his discernings[2932] Are lethargied--Ha! waking? 'tis not so.[2933] Who is it that can tell me who I am?[2929][2934] _Fool._ Lear's shadow.[2935] _Lear._ I would learn that; for, by the marks of[2936][2937] 225 sovereignty knowledge and reason, I should be false[2936][2938] persuaded I had daughters.[2936] _Fool._ Which they will make an obedient father.[2936][2939][2940] _Lear._ Your name, fair gentlewoman?[2939] _Gon._ This admiration, sir, is much o' the savour[2941][2942] 230 Of other your new pranks. I do beseech you[2941] To understand my purposes aright:[2941][2943] As you are old and reverend, you should be wise.[2941][2944] Here do you keep a hundred knights and squires;[2941][2945] Men so disorder'd, so debosh'd and bold,[2941][2946] 235 That this our court, infected with their manners,[2941] Shows like a riotous inn: epicurism and lust[2941][2947] Make it more like a tavern or a brothel[2941][2948] Than a graced palace. The shame itself doth speak[2941][2949] For instant remedy: be then desired[2941][2950] 240 By her that else will take the thing she begs[2941] A little to disquantity your train,[2941][2951] And the remainder that shall still depend,[2941][2952] To be such men as may besort your age,[2941] Which know themselves and you.[2941][2953] _Lear._ Darkness and devils![2941] 245 Saddle my horses; call my train together.[2941] Degenerate bastard! I'll not trouble thee:[2941] Yet have I left a daughter.[2941] _Gon._ You strike my people, and your disorder'd rabble[2954] Make servants of their betters.[2954] 250 _Enter_ ALBANY.[2955] _Lear._ Woe, that too late repents,--[_To Alb._] O, sir, are you come?[2956] Is it your will? Speak, sir. Prepare my horses.[2957] Ingratitude, thou marble-hearted fiend, More hideous when thou show'st thee in a child Than the sea-monster![2958] _Alb._ Pray, sir, be patient.[2959][2960] 255