Knight. He says, my lord, your daughter is not well.
Lear. Why came not the slave back to me when I call"d him?
Knight. Sir, he answered me in the roundest manner, he would not.
Lear. He would not?
Knight. My lord, I know not what the matter is; but to my judgment your Highness is not entertain"d with that ceremonious affection as you were wont. There"s a great abatement of kindness appears as well in the general dependants as in the Duke himself also and your daughter.
Lear. Ha! say"st thou so?
Knight. I beseech you pardon me, my lord, if I be mistaken; for my duty cannot be silent when I think your Highness wrong"d.
Lear. Thou but rememb"rest me of mine own conception. I have perceived a most faint neglect of late, which I have rather blamed as mine own jealous curiosity than as a very pretence and purpose of unkindness. I will look further into"t. But where"s my fool? I have not seen him this two days.
Knight. Since my young lady"s going into France, sir, the fool hath much pined away.
Lear. No more of that; I have noted it well. Go you and tell my daughter I would speak with her. [Exit Knight.] Go you, call hither my fool.
[Exit an Attendant.]
Enter [Oswald the] Steward.
O, you, sir, you! Come you hither, sir. Who am I, sir?
Osw. My lady"s father.
Lear. "My lady"s father"? My lord"s knave! You wh.o.r.eson dog!
you slave! you cur!
Osw. I am none of these, my lord; I beseech your pardon.
Lear. Do you bandy looks with me, you rascal?
[Strikes him.]
Osw. I"ll not be strucken, my lord.
Kent. Nor tripp"d neither, you base football player?
[Trips up his heels.
Lear. I thank thee, fellow. Thou serv"st me, and I"ll love thee.
Kent. Come, sir, arise, away! I"ll teach you differences. Away, away! If you will measure your lubber"s length again, tarry; but away! Go to! Have you wisdom? So.
[Pushes him out.]
Lear. Now, my friendly knave, I thank thee. There"s earnest of thy service. [Gives money.]
Enter Fool.
Fool. Let me hire him too. Here"s my c.o.xcomb.
[Offers Kent his cap.]
Lear. How now, my pretty knave? How dost thou?
Fool. Sirrah, you were best take my c.o.xcomb.
Kent. Why, fool?
Fool. Why? For taking one"s part that"s out of favour. Nay, an thou canst not smile as the wind sits, thou"lt catch cold shortly.
There, take my c.o.xcomb! Why, this fellow hath banish"d two on"s daughters, and did the third a blessing against his will. If thou follow him, thou must needs wear my c.o.xcomb.- How now, nuncle? Would I had two c.o.xcombs and two daughters!
Lear. Why, my boy?
Fool. If I gave them all my living, I"ld keep my c.o.xcombs myself.
There"s mine! beg another of thy daughters.
Lear. Take heed, sirrah- the whip.
Fool. Truth"s a dog must to kennel; he must be whipp"d out, when Lady the brach may stand by th" fire and stink.
Lear. A pestilent gall to me!
Fool. Sirrah, I"ll teach thee a speech.
Lear. Do.
Fool. Mark it, nuncle.
Have more than thou showest, Speak less than thou knowest, Lend less than thou owest, Ride more than thou goest, Learn more than thou trowest, Set less than thou throwest; Leave thy drink and thy wh.o.r.e, And keep in-a-door, And thou shalt have more Than two tens to a score.
Kent. This is nothing, fool.
Fool. Then "tis like the breath of an unfeed lawyer- you gave me nothing for"t. Can you make no use of nothing, nuncle?
Lear. Why, no, boy. Nothing can be made out of nothing.
Fool. [to Kent] Prithee tell him, so much the rent of his land comes to. He will not believe a fool.
Lear. A bitter fool!
Fool. Dost thou know the difference, my boy, between a bitter fool and a sweet fool?
Lear. No, lad; teach me.
Fool. That lord that counsell"d thee To give away thy land, Come place him here by me- Do thou for him stand.
The sweet and bitter fool Will presently appear; The one in motley here, The other found out there.
Lear. Dost thou call me fool, boy?
Fool. All thy other t.i.tles thou hast given away; that thou wast born with.
Kent. This is not altogether fool, my lord.
Fool. No, faith; lords and great men will not let me. If I had a monopoly out, they would have part on"t. And ladies too, they will not let me have all the fool to myself; they"ll be s.n.a.t.c.hing. Give me an egg, nuncle, and I"ll give thee two crowns.
Lear. What two crowns shall they be?
Fool. Why, after I have cut the egg i" th" middle and eat up the meat, the two crowns of the egg. When thou clovest thy crown i"
th" middle and gav"st away both parts, thou bor"st thine a.s.s on thy back o"er the dirt. Thou hadst little wit in thy bald crown when thou gav"st thy golden one away. If I speak like myself in this, let him be whipp"d that first finds it so.
[Sings] Fools had ne"er less grace in a year, For wise men are grown foppish; They know not how their wits to wear, Their manners are so apish.
Lear. When were you wont to be so full of songs, sirrah?
Fool. I have us"d it, nuncle, ever since thou mad"st thy daughters thy mother; for when thou gav"st them the rod, and put"st down thine own breeches,
[Sings] Then they for sudden joy did weep, And I for sorrow sung, That such a king should play bo-peep And go the fools among.
Prithee, nuncle, keep a schoolmaster that can teach thy fool to lie. I would fain learn to lie.
Lear. An you lie, sirrah, we"ll have you whipp"d.
Fool. I marvel what kin thou and thy daughters are. They"ll have me whipp"d for speaking true; thou"lt have me whipp"d for lying; and sometimes I am whipp"d for holding my peace. I had rather be any kind o" thing than a fool! And yet I would not be thee, nuncle. Thou hast pared thy wit o" both sides and left nothing i" th" middle. Here comes one o" the parings.
Enter Goneril.
Lear. How now, daughter? What makes that frontlet on? Methinks you are too much o" late i" th" frown.
Fool. Thou wast a pretty fellow when thou hadst no need to care for her frowning. Now thou art an O without a figure. I am better than thou art now: I am a fool, thou art nothing.
[To Goneril] Yes, forsooth, I will hold my tongue. So your face bids me, though you say nothing. Mum, mum!
He that keeps nor crust nor crum, Weary of all, shall want some.-
[Points at Lear] That"s a sheal"d peascod.
Gon. Not only, sir, this your all-licens"d fool, But other of your insolent retinue Do hourly carp and quarrel, breaking forth In rank and not-to-be-endured riots. Sir, I had thought, by making this well known unto you, To have found a safe redress, but now grow fearful, By what yourself, too, late have spoke and done, That you protect this course, and put it on By your allowance; which if you should, the fault Would not scape censure, nor the redresses sleep, Which, in the tender of a wholesome weal, Might in their working do you that offence Which else were shame, that then necessity Must call discreet proceeding.
Fool. For you know, nuncle,
The hedge-sparrow fed the cuckoo so long That it had it head bit off by it young.
So out went the candle, and we were left darkling.
Lear. Are you our daughter?
Gon. Come, sir, I would you would make use of that good wisdom Whereof I know you are fraught, and put away These dispositions that of late transform you From what you rightly are.
Fool. May not an a.s.s know when the cart draws the horse?
Whoop, Jug, I love thee!
Lear. Doth any here know me? This is not Lear.
Doth Lear walk thus? speak thus? Where are his eyes?
Either his notion weakens, his discernings Are lethargied- Ha! waking? "Tis not so!
Who is it that can tell me who I am?
Fool. Lear"s shadow.