The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 8 of 9]Shakespeare, William
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The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 8 of 9]
Shakespeare, William
English drama
_Lear._ O, how this mother swells up toward my heart!
Hysterica passio, down, thou climbing sorrow,[3351] 55
Thy element's below! Where is this daughter?
_Kent._ With the earl, sir, here within.[3352][3353]
_Lear._ Follow me not; stay here. [_Exit._[3352][3354]
_Gent._ Made you no more offence but what you speak of?[3355]
_Kent._ None.[3356][3357] 60
How chance the king comes with so small a train?[3357][3358]
_Fool._ An thou hadst been set i' the stocks for that[3359][3360]
question, thou hadst well deserved it.[3361]
_Kent._ Why, fool?
_Fool._ We'll set thee to school to an ant, to teach thee 65
there's no labouring i' the winter. All that follow their[3360][3362]
noses are led by their eyes but blind men; and there's not[3362]
a nose among twenty but can smell him that's stinking. Let[3363]
go thy hold when a great wheel runs down a hill, lest it
break thy neck with following it; but the great one that[3364] 70
goes up the hill, let him draw thee after. When a wise man[3365]
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,[3366][3367]
And follows but for form,[3367] 75
Will pack when it begins to rain,[3367][3368]
And leave thee in the storm.[3367][3369]
But I will tarry; the fool will stay,[3367][3370]
And let the wise man fly:[3367][3371]
The knave turns fool that runs away;[3367][3372] 80
The fool no knave, perdy.[3367][3372]
_Kent._ Where learned you this, fool?
_Fool._ Not i' the stocks, fool.[3360][3373]
_Re-enter_ LEAR, _with_ GLOUCESTER.[3374]
_Lear._ Deny to speak with me? They are sick? they are weary?[3375]
They have travell'd all the night? Mere fetches;[3376][3377] 85
The images of revolt and flying off.[3377][3378]
Fetch me a better answer.[3379]
_Glou._ My dear lord,[3380]
You know the fiery quality of the duke;[3380]
How unremoveable and fix'd he is[3380]
In his own course.[3380] 90
_Lear._ Vengeance! plague! death! confusion![3380][3381]
Fiery? what quality? Why, Gloucester, Gloucester,[3380][3382]
I'ld speak with the Duke of Cornwall and his wife.[3380]
_Glou._ Well, my good lord, I have inform'd them so.[3383]
_Lear._ Inform'd them! Dost thou understand me, man?[3383] 95
_Glou._ Ay, my good lord.
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