Corn. Fetch forth the Stocks; As I haue life and Honour, there shall he sit till Noone
Reg. Till noone? till night my Lord, and all night too
Kent. Why Madam, if I were your Fathers dog, You should not vse me so
Reg. Sir, being his Knaue, I will.
Stocks brought out.
Cor. This is a Fellow of the selfe same colour, Our Sister speakes of. Come, bring away the Stocks
Glo. Let me beseech your Grace, not to do so, The King his Master, needs must take it ill That he so slightly valued in his Messenger, Should haue him thus restrained
Cor. Ile answere that
Reg. My Sister may recieue it much more worsse, To haue her Gentleman abus"d, a.s.saulted
Corn. Come my Lord, away.
Enter.
Glo. I am sorry for thee friend, "tis the Dukes pleasure, Whose disposition all the world well knowes Will not be rub"d nor stopt, Ile entreat for thee
Kent. Pray do not Sir, I haue watch"d and trauail"d hard, Some time I shall sleepe out, the rest Ile whistle: A good mans fortune may grow out at heeles: Giue you good morrow
Glo. The Duke"s too blame in this, "Twill be ill taken.
Enter.
Kent. Good King, that must approue the common saw, Thou out of Heauens benediction com"st To the warme Sun.
Approach thou Beacon to this vnder Globe, That by thy comfortable Beames I may Peruse this Letter. Nothing almost sees miracles But miserie. I know "tis from Cordelia, Who hath most fortunately beene inform"d Of my obscured course. And shall finde time From this enormous State, seeking to giue Losses their remedies. All weary and o"re-watch"d, Take vantage heauie eyes, not to behold This shamefull lodging. Fortune goodnight, Smile once more, turne thy wheele.
Enter Edgar.
Edg. I heard my selfe proclaim"d, And by the happy hollow of a Tree, Escap"d the hunt. No Port is free, no place That guard, and most vnusall vigilance Do"s not attend my taking. Whiles I may scape I will preserue myselfe: and am bethought To take the basest, and most poorest shape That euer penury in contempt of man, Brought neere to beast; my face Ile grime with filth, Blanket my loines, else all my haires in knots, And with presented nakednesse out-face The Windes, and persecutions of the skie; The Country giues me proofe, and president Of Bedlam beggers, who with roaring voices, Strike in their num"d and mortified Armes.
Pins, Wodden-p.r.i.c.kes, Nayles, Sprigs of Rosemarie: And with this horrible obiect, from low Farmes, Poore pelting Villages, Sheeps-Coates, and Milles, Sometimes with Lunaticke bans, sometime with Praiers Inforce their charitie: poore TurlyG.o.d poore Tom, That"s something yet: Edgar I nothing am.
Enter.
Enter Lear, Foole, and Gentleman.
Lea. "Tis strange that they should so depart from home, And not send backe my Messengers
Gent. As I learn"d, The night before, there was no purpose in them Of this remoue
Kent. Haile to thee n.o.ble Master
Lear. Ha? Mak"st thou this shame thy pastime?
Kent. No my Lord
Foole. Hah, ha, he weares Cruell Garters Horses are tide by the heads, Dogges and Beares by"th" necke, Monkies by"th" loynes, and Men by"th" legs: when a man ouerl.u.s.tie at legs, then he weares wodden nether-stocks
Lear. What"s he, That hath so much thy place mistooke To set thee heere?
Kent. It is both he and she, Your Son, and Daughter
Lear. No
Kent. Yes
Lear. No I say
Kent. I say yea
Lear. By Iupiter I sweare no
Kent. By Iuno, I sweare I
Lear. They durst not do"t: They could not, would not do"t: "tis worse then murther, To do vpon respect such violent outrage: Resolue me with all modest haste, which way Thou might"st deserue, or they impose this vsage, Comming from vs
Kent. My Lord, when at their home I did commend your Highnesse Letters to them, Ere I was risen from the place, that shewed My dutie kneeling, came there a reeking Poste, Stew"d in his haste, halfe breathlesse, painting forth From Gonerill his Mistris, salutations; Deliuer"d Letters spight of intermission, Which presently they read; on those contents They summon"d vp their meiney, straight tooke Horse, Commanded me to follow, and attend The leisure of their answer, gaue me cold lookes, And meeting heere the other Messenger, Whose welcome I perceiu"d had poison"d mine, Being the very fellow which of late Displaid so sawcily against your Highnesse, Hauing more man then wit about me, drew; He rais"d the house, with loud and coward cries, Your Sonne and Daughter found this trespa.s.se worth The shame which heere it suffers
Foole. Winters not gon yet, if the wil"d Geese fly that way, Fathers that weare rags, do make their Children blind, But Fathers that beare bags, shall see their children kind.
Fortune that arrant wh.o.r.e, nere turns the key toth" poore.
But for all this thou shalt haue as many Dolors for thy Daughters, as thou canst tell in a yeare
Lear. Oh how this Mother swels vp toward my heart!
Historica pa.s.sio, downe thou climing sorrow, Thy Elements below where is this Daughter?
Kent. With the Earle Sir, here within
Lear. Follow me not, stay here.
Enter.
Gen. Made you no more offence, But what you speake of?
Kent. None: How chance the King comes with so small a number?
Foole. And thou hadst beene set i"th" Stockes for that question, thoud"st well deseru"d it
Kent. Why Foole?
Foole. Wee"l set thee to schoole to an Ant, to teach thee ther"s no labouring i"th" winter. All that follow their noses, are led by their eyes, but blinde men, and there"s not a nose among twenty, but can smell him that"s stinking; let go thy hold when a great wheele runs downe a hill, least it breake thy necke with following. But the great one that goes vpward, let him draw thee after: when a wiseman giues thee better counsell giue me mine againe, I would haue none but knaues follow it, since a Foole giues it.
That Sir, which serues and seekes for gaine, And followes but for forme; Will packe, when it begins to raine, And leaue thee in the storme, But I will tarry, the Foole will stay, And let the wiseman flie: The knaue turnes Foole that runnes away, The Foole no knaue perdie.
Enter Lear, and Gloster] : Kent. Where learn"d you this Foole?
Foole. Not i"th" Stocks Foole
Lear. Deny to speake with me?
They are sicke, they are weary, They haue trauail"d all the night? meere fetches, The images of reuolt and flying off.
Fetch me a better answer
Glo. My deere Lord, You know the fiery quality of the Duke, How vnremoueable and fixt he is In his owne course
Lear. Vengeance, Plague, Death, Confusion: Fiery? What quality? Why Gloster, Gloster, I"ld speake with the Duke of Cornewall, and his wife
Glo. Well my good Lord, I haue inform"d them so
Lear. Inform"d them? Do"st thou vnderstand me man