_Lear._ This is a slave whose easy-borrow'd pride[3447] Dwells in the fickle grace of her he follows.[3448] Out, varlet, from my sight! _Corn._ What means your grace? _Lear._ Who stock'd my servant? Regan, I have good hope[3449] 185 Thou didst not know on't. Who comes here? _Enter_ GONERIL.[3450] O heavens, If you do love old men, if your sweet sway[3451][3452] Allow obedience, if yourselves are old,[3451][3453] Make it your cause; send down, and take my part![3451] [_To Gon._] Art not ashamed to look upon this beard?[3454] 190 O Regan, wilt thou take her by the hand?[3455] _Gon._ Why not by the hand, sir? How have I offended? All's not offence that indiscretion finds[3456] And dotage terms so. _Lear._ O sides, you are too tough; Will you yet hold? How came my man i' the stocks?[3457] 195 _Corn._ I set him there, sir: but his own disorders[3458] Deserved much less advancement.[3459] _Lear._ You! did you? _Reg._ I pray you, father, being weak, seem so.[3460] If, till the expiration of your month,[3461] You will return and sojourn with my sister, 200 Dismissing half your train, come then to me: I am now from home and out of that provision[3462] Which shall be needful for your entertainment. _Lear._ Return to her, and fifty men dismiss'd? No, rather I abjure all roofs, and choose 205 To wage against the enmity o' the air,[3463][3464] To be a comrade with the wolf and owl,--[3463][3465] Necessity's sharp pinch! Return with her? Why, the hot-blooded France, that dowerless took[3466][3467] Our youngest born, I could as well be brought[3467] 210 To knee his throne, and, squire-like, pension beg[3468] To keep base life afoot. Return with her? Persuade me rather to be slave and sumpter To this detested groom. [_Pointing at Oswald._[3469] _Gon._ At your choice, sir. _Lear._ I prithee, daughter, do not make me mad:[3470] 215 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,[3471] Which I must needs call mine: thou art a boil,[3472] 220 A plague-sore, an embossed carbuncle,[3473][3474] In my corrupted blood. But I'll not chide thee;[3473] Let shame come when it will, I do not call it:[3475] I do not bid the thunder-bearer shoot,[3476] Nor tell tales of thee to high-judging Jove:[3477] 225 Mend when thou canst; be better at thy leisure: I can be patient; I can stay with Regan, I and my hundred knights.