Fool. We"ll set thee to school to an ant, to teach thee there"s no labouring i" th" winter. All that follow their noses are led by their eyes but blind men, and there"s not a nose among twenty but can smell him that"s stinking. Let go thy hold when a great wheel runs down a hill, lest it break thy neck with following it; but the great one that goes upward, let him draw thee after.
When a wise man 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, And follows but for form, Will pack when it begins to rain And leave thee in the storm.
But I will tarry; the fool will stay, And let the wise man fly.
The knave turns fool that runs away; The fool no knave, perdy.
Kent. Where learn"d you this, fool?
Fool. Not i" th" stocks, fool.
Enter Lear and Gloucester
Lear. Deny to speak with me? They are sick? they are weary?
They have travell"d all the night? Mere fetches- The images of revolt and flying off!
Fetch me a better answer.
Glou. My dear lord, You know the fiery quality of the Duke, How unremovable and fix"d he is In his own course.
Lear. Vengeance! plague! death! confusion!
Fiery? What quality? Why, Gloucester, Gloucester, I"ld speak with the Duke of Cornwall and his wife.
Glou. Well, my good lord, I have inform"d them so.
Lear. Inform"d them? Dost thou understand me, man?
Glou. Ay, my good lord.
Lear. The King would speak with Cornwall; the dear father Would with his daughter speak, commands her service.
Are they inform"d of this? My breath and blood!
Fiery? the fiery Duke? Tell the hot Duke that- No, but not yet! May be he is not well.
Infirmity doth still neglect all office Whereto our health is bound. We are not ourselves When nature, being oppress"d, commands the mind To suffer with the body. I"ll forbear; And am fallen out with my more headier will, To take the indispos"d and sickly fit For the sound man.- Death on my state! Wherefore Should be sit here? This act persuades me That this remotion of the Duke and her Is practice only. Give me my servant forth.
Go tell the Duke and "s wife I"ld speak with them- Now, presently. Bid them come forth and hear me, Or at their chamber door I"ll beat the drum Till it cry sleep to death.
Glou. I would have all well betwixt you. Exit.
Lear. O me, my heart, my rising heart! But down!
Fool. Cry to it, nuncle, as the c.o.c.kney did to the eels when she put "em i" th" paste alive. She knapp"d "em o" th" c.o.xcombs with a stick and cried "Down, wantons, down!" "Twas her brother that, in pure kindness to his horse, b.u.t.tered his hay.
Enter Cornwall, Regan, Gloucester, Servants.
Lear. Good morrow to you both.
Corn. Hail to your Grace!
Kent here set at liberty.
Reg. I am glad to see your Highness.
Lear. Regan, I think you are; I know what reason I have to think so. If thou shouldst not be glad, I would divorce me from thy mother"s tomb, Sepulchring an adultress. [To Kent] O, are you free?
Some other time for that.- Beloved Regan, Thy sister"s naught. O Regan, she hath tied Sharp-tooth"d unkindness, like a vulture, here!
[Lays his hand on his heart.]
I can scarce speak to thee. Thou"lt not believe With how deprav"d a quality- O Regan!
Reg. I pray you, sir, take patience. I have hope You less know how to value her desert Than she to scant her duty.
Lear. Say, how is that?
Reg. I cannot think my sister in the least Would fail her obligation. If, sir, perchance She have restrain"d the riots of your followers, "Tis on such ground, and to such wholesome end, As clears her from all blame.
Lear. My curses on her!
Reg. O, sir, you are old!
Nature in you stands on the very verge Of her confine. You should be rul"d, and led By some discretion that discerns your state Better than you yourself. Therefore I pray you That to our sister you do make return; Say you have wrong"d her, sir.
Lear. Ask her forgiveness?
Do you but mark how this becomes the house: "Dear daughter, I confess that I am old. [Kneels.]
Age is unnecessary. On my knees I beg That you"ll vouchsafe me raiment, bed, and food."
Reg. Good sir, no more! These are unsightly tricks.
Return you to my sister.
Lear. [rises] Never, Regan!
She hath abated me of half my train; Look"d black upon me; struck me with her tongue, Most serpent-like, upon the very heart.
All the stor"d vengeances of heaven fall On her ingrateful top! Strike her young bones, You taking airs, with lameness!
Corn. Fie, sir, fie!
Lear. You nimble lightnings, dart your blinding flames Into her scornful eyes! Infect her beauty, You fen-suck"d fogs, drawn by the pow"rful sun, To fall and blast her pride!
Reg. O the blest G.o.ds! so will you wish on me When the rash mood is on.
Lear. No, Regan, thou shalt never have my curse.
Thy tender-hefted nature shall not give Thee o"er to harshness. Her eyes are fierce; but thine Do comfort, and not burn. "Tis not in thee To grudge my pleasures, to cut off my train, To bandy hasty words, to scant my sizes, And, in conclusion, to oppose the bolt Against my coming in. Thou better know"st The offices of nature, bond of childhood, Effects of courtesy, dues of grat.i.tude.
Thy half o" th" kingdom hast thou not forgot, Wherein I thee endow"d.
Reg. Good sir, to th" purpose.
Tucket within.
Lear. Who put my man i" th" stocks?
Corn. What trumpet"s that?
Reg. I know"t- my sister"s. This approves her letter, That she would soon be here.
Enter [Oswald the] Steward.
Is your lady come?
Lear. This is a slave, whose easy-borrowed pride Dwells in the fickle grace of her he follows.
Out, varlet, from my sight!
Corn. What means your Grace?
Enter Goneril.
Lear. Who stock"d my servant? Regan, I have good hope Thou didst not know on"t.- Who comes here? O heavens!
If you do love old men, if your sweet sway Allow obedience- if yourselves are old, Make it your cause! Send down, and take my part!
[To Goneril] Art not asham"d to look upon this beard?- O Regan, wilt thou take her by the hand?
Gon. Why not by th" hand, sir? How have I offended?
All"s not offence that indiscretion finds And dotage terms so.
Lear. O sides, you are too tough!
Will you yet hold? How came my man i" th" stocks?
Corn. I set him there, sir; but his own disorders Deserv"d much less advancement.
Lear. You? Did you?
Reg. I pray you, father, being weak, seem so.
If, till the expiration of your month, You will return and sojourn with my sister, Dismissing half your train, come then to me.
I am now from home, and out of that provision Which shall be needful for your entertainment.
Lear. Return to her, and fifty men dismiss"d?
No, rather I abjure all roofs, and choose To wage against the enmity o" th" air, To be a comrade with the wolf and owl- Necessity"s sharp pinch! Return with her?
Why, the hot-blooded France, that dowerless took Our youngest born, I could as well be brought To knee his throne, and, squire-like, pension beg To keep base life afoot. Return with her?
Persuade me rather to be slave and sumpter To this detested groom. [Points at Oswald.]
Gon. At your choice, sir.
Lear. I prithee, daughter, do not make me mad.
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, Which I must needs call mine. Thou art a boil, A plague sore, an embossed carbuncle In my corrupted blood. But I"ll not chide thee.
Let shame come when it will, I do not call it.
I do not bid the Thunder-bearer shoot Nor tell tales of thee to high-judging Jove.
Mend when thou canst; be better at thy leisure; I can be patient, I can stay with Regan, I and my hundred knights.
Reg. Not altogether so.
I look"d not for you yet, nor am provided For your fit welcome. Give ear, sir, to my sister; For those that mingle reason with your pa.s.sion Must be content to think you old, and so- But she knows what she does.
Lear. Is this well spoken?