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news.

Hark, the duke's trumpets! I know not why he Kent. Ay.

Stew. Where may we set our horses ? All ports I'll bar; the villain shall not 'scape; Kent. I'the mire. The duke must grant me that: besides, his picture Stew. Pr'ythee, if thou love me, tell me. I will send far and near, that all the kingdom Kent. I love thee not. May have due note of him: and of my land, Stew. Why, then I care not for thee. Loyal and natural boy, I'll work the means Kent. If I had thee in Lipsbury pinfold, I would To make thee capable.!

make thee care for me.

Stew. Why dost thou use me thus ? I know thee Enter Cornwall, Regan, and Attendants.

not. Corn. How now, my noble friend? since I came Kent. Fellow, I know thee. hither,

Stew. What dost thou know me for? (Which I can call but now,) I have heard strange Kent. A knave; a rascal, an eater of broken

meats; a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, threeReg. If it be true, all vengeance comes too short, suited, hundred-pound, filthy worsted-stocking Which can pursue the offender. How dost, my lord? | knave; a lily-liver'd, action-taking knave; a whoreGlo. O, madam, my old heart is crack’d, isson, glass-gazing, superserviceable, finical rogue ; crack'd!

one-trunk-inheriting slave; one that wouldest be a Reg. What, did my father's godson seek your life? | bawd, in way of good service, and art nothing but He whom my father nam'd? your Edgar? the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pan

Glo. O, lady, lady, shame would have it hid! der, and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch : one Reg. Was he not companion with the riotous || whom I will beat into clamorous whining, if thou knights

deny'st the least syllable of thy addition.5 That tend upon my father?

Stew. Why, what a monstrous fellow art thou, Glo.

I know not, madam : | thus to rail on one, that is neither known of thee, It is too bad, too bad.

nor knows thee! Edm.

Yes, madam, he was. Kent. What a brazen-faced varlet art thou, to Reg. No marvel then, though he were ill affected; deny thou know'st me! Is it two days ago, since I 'Tis they have put him on the old man's death, tripped up thy heels, and beat thee before the king ? To have the waste and spoil of his revenues. Draw, you rogue : for, though it be night, the moon I have this present evening from my sister shines ; I'll make a sop o'the moonshine of you : Been well inform’d of them; and with such cautions, Draw, you whoreson cullionly barbermonger, draw. That, if they come to sojourn at my house,

[Drawing his sword. I'll not a there,

Stew. Away; I have nothing to do with thee. Corn.

Nor I, assure thee, Regan.- Kent. Draw, you rascal : you come with letters Edmund, I hear that you have shown your father against the king; and take Vanity. the puppet's A child-like office.

part, against the royalty of her father : Draw, you Edm. 'Twas my duty, sir.

rogue, or I'll so carbonado your shanks :-draw, Glo. He did bewray2 his practice ;3 and receiv'd you rascal; come your ways. This hurt you see, striving to apprehend him. Stew. Help, ho! murder! help! Corn. Is he pursued ?

Kent. Strike, you "slave; stand, rogue, stand; Glo. Ay, my good lord, he is. Il you neat slave, strike.

(Beating him Corn. If he be taken, he shall never more Stew. Help, bo ! murder! murder ! Be fear'd of doing harm: make your own purpose, How in my strength you please. -- For you, Edmund,

Enter Edmund, Cornwall, Regan, Gloster, and Whose virtue and obedience doth this instant

Servants. So much commend itself, you shall be ours;

Edm. How now? what's the matter? Part. Natures of such deep trust we shall much need; Kent. With you, goodman boy, if you please ; You we first seize on.

come, I'll flesh you ; come on, young master. Edm.

I shall serve you, sir, Glo. Weapons ! arms! What's the matter here? Truly, however else.

Corn. Keep peace, upon your lives; Glo. For bim I thank your grace.

He dies that strikes again: What is the matter? Corn. You know not why we came to visit you, Reg: The messengers from our sister and the Reg. Thus out of season; threading dark-ey'd king. night.

Corn. What is your difference? speak. Occasions, noble Gloster, of some poize, 4

Stew. I am scarce in breath, my lord. Wherein we must have use of your advice :- Kent. No marvel, you have so bestirred your Our father he hath writ, so hath our sister, valour. You cowardly rascal, nature disclaims in Of differences, which I best thought it fit thee; a tailor made thee. To answer from our home; the several messengers Corn. Thou art a strange fellow: a tailor make From hence attend despatch. Our good old friend, || a man? Lay comforts to your bosom; and bestow

Kent. Ay, a tailor, sir; a stone-cutter, or a paintYour needful counsel to our business,

er, could not have made him so ill, though they Which craves the instant use.

had been but two hours at the trade. Glo.

I serve you, madam : Corn. Speak yet, how grew your quarrel? Your graces are right welcome. [Exeunt. Stew. This ancient ruffian, sir, whose life I have SCENE II.-Before Gloster's castle. Enter | At suit of his grey beard,

spar'd, Kent and Steward, severally.

Kent. Thou whoreson zed! thou unnecessary Stew. Good dawning to thee, friend : Art of the letter !—My lord, if you will give me leave, I will house?

tread this unbolted? villain into mortar, and daub (1) i. e. Capable of succeeding to my land. (6) A character in the old moralities, (2) Betray. (3) Wicked purpose. (4) Weight. || (7) Unrefined,

(5) Titles. the wall of a jakes with him.-Spare my grey || Drew on me here. beard, you wagtail ?

Kent. None of these rogues, and cowards, Corn. Peace, sirrah!

But Ajax is their fool.8 You beastly knave, know you no reverence ? Corn.

Fetch forth the stocks, ho! Kent. Yes, sir; but anger has a privilege. You stubborn ancient knave, you reverend bragCorn. Why art thou angry?

gart, Kent. That such a slave as this should wear a We'll teach yousword,

Kent.

Sir, I am too old to learn : Who wears no honesty. Such smiling rogues as Call not your stocks for me : I serve the king, these,

On whose employment I was sent to you: Like rats, oft bite the holy cords atwain,

You shall do small respect, show too bold malice Which are too intrinsež t'unloose : smooth every || Against the grace and person of my master, passion

Stocking his messenger. That in the natures of their lords rebels;

Corn.

Fetch forth the stocks : Bring oil to fire, snow to their colder moods; As I've life and honour, there shall be sit till noon. Renege, affirm, and turn their halcyon4 beaks Reg. Till noon! till night, my lord; and all night With every gale and vary of their masters,

too. As knowing nought, like dogs, but following.- Kent. Why, madam, if I were your father's dog, A plague upon your epileptic visage!

You should not use me so. Smile you my speeches, as I were a fool?

Reg.

Sir, being his knave, I will. Goose, if I had you upon Sarum plain,

[Stocks brought out. I'd drive ye cackling home to Camelot.5

Corn. This is a fellow of the self-same colour Corn. What, art thou mad, old fellow? Our sister speaks of:--Come, bring away the stocks. Glo.

How fell you out? Glo. Let me beseech your grace not to do so : Say that.

His fault is much, and the good king his master Kent. No contraries hold more antipathy, Will check him fort: your purpos d low correction Than I and such a knave.

Is such, as basest and contemned'st wretches, Corn. Why dost thou call him knave? What's For pilferings, and most common trespasses, his offence?

Are punish'd with : the king must take it ill, Kent. His countenance likes me not.6

That he's so slightly valued in his messenger, Corn. No more, perchance, does mine, or his, or Should have him thus restrain'd. hers.

Corn.

I'll answer that. Kent. Sir, 'tis my occupation to be plain ; Reg. My sister may receive it much more worse, I have seen better faces in my time,

To have her gentleman abus'd, assaulted, Than stands on any shoulder that I see

For following her affairs.—Put in his legs.Before me at this instant.

(Kent is put in the stocks. Corn.

This is some fellow, Come, my good lord; away. Who, having been prais'd for bluntness, doth affect

(Exeunt Regan and Cornwall. A saucy roughness; and constrains the garb, Glo. I am sorry for thee, friend; 'tis the duke's Quite from his nature: He cannot flatter, he !

pleasure, An honest mind and plain,-he must speak truth : Whose disposition, all the world well knows, An they will take it, so; if not, he's plain. Will not be rubb’d, nor stopp'd: I'll entreat for These kind of knaves I know, which in this plain

thee.

Kent. Pray do not, sir: I have watch'd, and Harbour more craft, and more corrupter ends,

travell’d hard ; Than twenty silly ducking observants,

Some time I shall sleep out, the rest I'll whistle. That stretch their duties nicely.

A good man's fortune may grow out at heels : Kent. Sir, in good sooth, in sincere verity, Give you good morrow! Under the allowance of your grand aspect,

Glo. The duke's to blame in this; 'twill be ill Whose influence, like the wreath of radiant fire

taken.

(Exit. On flickering Phæbus' front,

Kent. Good king, that must approve the common Corn.

What mean'st by this? Kent. To go out of my dialect, which you dis-Thou out of heaven's benediction com'st commend so much. I know, sir, I am no flatterer : | To the warm sun! he that beguiled you, in a plain accent, was a plain Approach, thou beacon to this under globe, knave; which, for my part, I will not be, though I That by thy comfortable beams I may should win your displeasure to entreat me to it. Peruse this letter !—Nothing almost sees miracles,

Corn. What was the offence you gave him? But misery ;-I know 'tis from Cordelia ;
Stew.

Never any : || Who hath most fortunately been inform'd
It pleas'd the king his master, very late,

Of
my
obscured course;

and shall find time
To strike at me, upon his misconstruction ; From this enormous state, -seeking to give
When he, conjunct, and flattering his displeasure, Losses their remedies :-All weary and o'erwatch'd,
Tripp'd me behind; being down, insulted, rail'd, Take vantage, heavy eyes, not to behold
And put upon him such a deal of man,

This shameful lodging. That worthy'd him, got praises of the king Fortune, good night; smile once more; turn thy For him attempting who was self-subdu'd;

wheel!

(He sleeps. And, in the fleshment of this dread exploit,

SCENE III.-A part of the heath. Enter (1) Privy. (2) Perplexed. (3) Disown.

Edgar. (4) The bird called the king-fisher, which, when Edg. I heard myself proclaim'd; dried and hung up by a thread, is supposed to turn his bill to the point from whence the wind blows. (6) i. e. Pleases me not. (7) Simple or rustic, (5) In Somersetshire, where are bred great ruan. (8) i. e. Ajax is a fool to them.

(9) Saying or proverb.

ness

saw !9

tities of geese,

ers,

And, by the happy hollow of a tree,

Commanded me to follow, and attend Escap'd the hunt. No port is free; no place, The leisure of their answer; gave me cold looks : That guard, and most unusual vigilance, And meeting here the other messenger, Does not attend my taking. While I may 'scape, Whose welcome, I perceiv'd, had puison'd mine, I will preserve myself: and am bethought (Being the very fellow that of late To take the basest and most poorest shape, Display'd so saucily against your highness,) That ever penury, in contempt of man,

Having more man than wit about me, drew; Brought near to beast: my face I'll grime with filth; He rais’d the house with loud and coward cries : Blanket my loins ; elf? all my hair in knots ; Your son and daughter found this trespass worth And with presented nakedness outface

The shame which here it suffers. The winds, and persecutions of the sky;

Fool. Winter's not gone yet, if the wild geese The country gives me proof and precedent fly that way. Of Bedlam beggars, who, with roaring voices,

Fathers, that wear rags, Strike in their nuinb'd and mortified bare arms

Do make their children blind; Pins, wooden pricks, nails, sprigs of rosemary ;

But fathers, that bear bags, And with this horrible object, from low farms,

Shall see their children kind. Poor pelting villages, sheep-cotes and mills,

Fortune, that arrant whore, Sometime with lunatic bans,3 sometime with pray

Ne'er turns the key to the poor.-

But, for all this, thou shalt have as many dolours7 Enforce their charity.- Poor Turlygood! poor Tom!|| for thy daughters, as thou canst tell in a year. That's something yet;-Edgar I nothing am. (Ex. Lear. O, how this mother swells up toward my

heart! SCENE IV.Before Gloster's castle. Enter | Hysterica passio! down, thou climbing sorrow, Lear, Fool, and Gentleman.

Thy element's below ! - Where is this daughter? Lear. 'Tis strange, that they should so depart Kent. With the earl, sir, here within. from home,

Lear.

Follow me not; And not send back my messenger.

Stay here.

(Exit. Gent.

As I learn'd, Gent. Made you no more offence than what you The night before there was no purpose in them

speak of? Of this remove.

Kent. None. Kent.

Hail to thee, noble master! How chance the king comes with so small a train? Lear. How !

Fool. An thou hadst been set i'the stocks for Mak’st thou this shame thy pastime ?

that question, thou hadst well deserved it. Kent.

No, my lord. Kent. Why, fool? Fool. Ha, ha; look! he wears cruel4 garters ! Fool. We'll set thee to school to an ant, to teach Horses are tied by the heads ; dogs, and bears, by thee there's no labouring in the winter. All that the neck; monkeys by the loins, and men by the follow their noses are led by their eyes, but blind legs : when a man is over-lusty at legs, then hemen; and there's not a nose among twenty, but wears wooden nether-stocky.5

can smell him that's stinking. Let go thy hold, Lear. What's he, that hath so much thy place when a great wheel runs down a hill, lest it break mistook

thy neck with following it; but the great one that To set thee here?

goes up the hill, let him draw thee after. When Kent. It is both he and she,

a wise man gives thee better counsel, give me mine Your son and daughter.

again: I would have none but knaves follow it, Lear. No.

since a fool gives it. Kent. Yes.

That, sir, which serves and seeks for gain, Lear. No, I say.

And follows but for form, Kent. I say, yea:

Will pack, when it begins to rain, Lear. No, no; they would not.

And leave thee in the storm. Kent. Yes, they have.

But I will tarry, the fool will stay, Lear. By Jupiter, I swear no.

And let the wise man fly: Kent. By Juno, I swear, ay.

The knave turns fool, that runs away ; Lear. They durst not do't;

The fool no knave, perdy. They could not, would not do't ; 'tis worse than Kent. Where learn'd murder,

Fool. Not i'the stocks, fool. To do upon respect such violent outrage:

Re-enter Lear, with Gloster. Resolve me, with all modest haste, which way Thou might'st deserve, or they impose, this usage, Leậr. Deny to speak with me? They are sick ? Coming from us.

they are weary? Kent.

My lord, when at their home They have travell'd hard to-night? Mere fetches ; I did commend your highness' letters to them, The images of revolt and flying off! Ere I was risen from the place that show'd Fetch me a better answer. My duty kneeling, came there a reeking post, Glo.

My dear ford, Stew'd in his haste, half breathless, panting forth You know the fiery quality of the duke; From Goneril his mistress, salutations ;

How unremovable and fix'd he is Deliver'd letters, spite of intermission,

In his own course. Which presently they read : on whose contents, Lear. Vengeance! plague! death! confusion They summond up their meiny,6 straight took Fiery? what quality Why, Gloster, Gloster,

I'd speak with the duke of Cornwall, and his wife. (1) Hair thus knotted, was supposed to be the (5) The old word for stockings. work of elves and fairies in the night.

(6) People, train, or retinue. (2) Skewers. (3) Curses.

(7) A quibble between dolours and dollars. (4) A quibble on crewel, worsted.

The disease called the mother.

you this, fool?

horse ;

curse ;

my train,

Glo. Well, my good lord, I have inform’d them so. || Do you but mark how this becomes the house :5 Lear. Inform'd them! Dost thou understand me, || Dear daughter, I confess that I am old ; man?

Age is unnecessary : on my knees I beg, Glo. Ay, my good lord.

[Kneeling. Lear. The king would speak with Cornwall; the That you'll vouchsafe me raiment, bed, and food. dear father

Reg. Good sir, no more; these are unsightly Would with his daughter speak, commands her

tricks : service:

Return you to my sister. Are they inform'dof this ?--My breath and blood! Lear.

Never, Regan : Fiery? the fiery duke? - Tell the hot duke, that She hath abated me of half my train; No, but not yet :-may be, he is not well : Look'd black upon me; struck me with her tongue, Infirmity doth still neglect all office,

Most serpent-like, upon the very heart :Whereto our health is bound ; we are not ourselves, || All the stor'd vengeances of heaven fall When nature, being oppress'd, commands the mind on her ingrateful top! Strike her young

bones, To suffer with the body : I'll forbear;

You taking airs, with lameness ! And am fallen out with my more headier will, Corn.

Fie, fie, fie! To take the indispos'd and sickly fit

Lear. You nimble lightnings, dart your blinding For the sound man.-Death on my state! wherefore

flames (Looking on Kent.Into her scornful eyes! Infect her beauty, Should he sit here? This act persuades me, You fen-suck'd fogs, drawn by the powerful sun, That this remotion of the duke and her

To fall and blast her pride! Is practice only. Give me my servant forth : Reg:

O the blest gods ! Go, tell the duke and his wife, I'd speak with them, || So will you wish on me, when the rash mood's on Now, presently: bid them come forth and hear me, Lear. No, Regan, thou shalt never have my Or at their chamber door I'll beat the drum, Till it cry-Sleep to death.

Thy tender-hefted nature shall not give Glo. I'd have all well betwixt you. [Exit. Thee o'er to harshness; her eyes are fierce, but thine Lear. O me, my heart, my rising heart !-but, Do comfort, and not burn : Tis not in thee down.

To grudge my pleasures, to cut off Fool. Cry to it, nuncle, as the cockney did to | To bandy hasty words, to scant my eizes, 6 the eels, when she put them i’the paste3 alive ; she And, in conclusion, to oppose the bolt rapp'd 'em o'the coxcombs with a stick, and cry'd, || Against my coming in : thou better know'st Down, wantons, down : 'Twas her brother, that in The offices of nature, bond of childhood, pure kindness to his horse, butter'd the hay. Effects of courtesy, dues of gratitude;

Thy half o'the kingdom hast thou not forgot, Enter Cornwall, Regan, Gloster, and Servants.

Wherein I thee endow'd. Lear. Good morrow to you both.

Reg.

Good sir, to the purpose. Corn. Hail to your grace!

[Trumpets within. [Kent is set at liberty. Lear. Who put my man i'the stocks? Reg. I am glad to see your highness.

Corn.

What trumpet's that? Lear. Regan, I think you are; I know what

Enter Steward. I have to think so: if thou should'st not be glad, Reg. I know't, my sister's: this approves her I ivould divorce me from thy mother's tomb,

letter, Sepúlchring an adultress.--0, are you free?" That she would soon be here.--Is your lady come?

[To Kent. Lear. This is a slave, whose easy-borrow'd pride Some other time for that.

--Beloved Regan, Dwells in the fickle grace of her he follows:
Thy sister's naught: 0 Regan, she hath tied Out, varlet, from my sight!
Sharp-tooth'd unkindness, like a vulture, here,- Corn.

What means your grace? (Points to his heart. Lear. Who stock'd my servant? Regan, I have I can scarce speak to thee; thou'lt not believe,

good hope Of how depravid a quality — Regan! Thou didst not know of't.--Who comes here? O'

Reg. I pray you, sir, take patience; I have hope, heavens,
You less know how to value her desért,

Enter Goneril.
Than she to scant her duty.
Lear.

Say, how is that? If you do love old men, if your sweet sway
Reg. I cannot think, my sister in the least Allow? obedience, if yourselves are old,
Would fail her obligation : If, sir, perchance, Make it your cause; send down, and take my
She have restrain'd the riots of your followers,
'Tis on si

ground, and to such wholesome end, || Art not asham'd to look upon this beard ?As clears her from all blame.

[To Goneril. Lear. My curses on her!

o, Regan, wilt thou take her by the hand? Reg.

O, sir, you are old; Gon. Why not by the hand, eir? How have I Nature in you stands on the very verge

offended ?
Of her confine : you should be ruld, and led All's not offence, that indiscretion finds,
By some discretion, that discerns your state And dotage terms so.
Better than you yourself: Therefore, I pray you,

Lear.

O, sides, you are too tough! That to our sister you do make return;

Will you yet hold?-How came my mani'the stocks? Say, you have wrong'd her, sir.

Corn. I set him there, sir : but his own disorders Lear.

Ask her forgiveness? Deserv'd much less advancement.
Lear.

You! did you? (1) Removing from their own house. (2) Artifice. (3) Crust of a pye.

(5) The order of families. (4) Be wanting in.

(6) Contract my allowances. (7) Approre. VOLWI.

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reason

part

Reg. I pray you, father, being weak, seem so. To follow in a honse, where twice so many
If, till the expiration of your month,

Have a command to tend you?
You will return and sojourn with my sister,

Reg.

What need one? Dismissing half your train, come then to me; Lear. O, reason not the need: our basest beggars I am now from home, and out of that provision Are in the poorest thing superfluous : Which shall be needful for your entertainment. Allow not nature more than nature needs,

Lear. Return to her, and fifty men dismiss’d? Man's life is cheap as beast's: thou art a lady ; No, rather I abjure all roofs, and choose

If only to go warm were gorgeous, To wagel against the enmity o'the air;

Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st, To be a comrade with the wolf and owl, Which scarcely keeps thee warm.

But, for true Necessity's sharp pinch !-- Return with her?

need, Why, the hot-blooded France, that dowerless took You heavens, give me that patience, patience ? Our youngest born, I could as well be brought

need!
To knee his throne, and, squire-like, pension beg You see me here, you gods, a poor old man,
To keep base life afoot :- Return with her ? As full of grief as age; wretched in both !
Persuade me rather to be slave and sumpter If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts
To this detested groom. (Looking on the Steward. | Against their father, fool me not so much
Gon.

At your choice, sir. To bear it tamely; touch me with noble anger!
Lear. I priythee, daughter, do not make me mad; ||O, let not women's weapons, water-drops,
I will not trouble thee, my child; farewell : Stain my man's cheeks !-No, you unnatural bags,
We'll no more meet, no more see one another :- I will have such revenges on you both,
But yet thou art my flesh, my blood, my daughter; That all the world shall-I will do such things,
Or, rather, a disease that's in my flesh,

What they are, yet I know not; but they shall be Which I must needs call mine : thou art a boil, The terrors of the earth. You think, I'll weep; A plague-sore, an embossed2 carbuncle,

No, I'll not weep :
In my corrupted blood. But I'll not chide thee; I have full cause of weeping; but this heart
Let shame come when it will, I do not call it : Shall break into a hundred thousand Aaws,
I do not bid the thunder-bearer shoot,

Or ere I'll weep :-0, fool, I shall mad!
Nor tell tales of thee to high-judging Jove :

(Exeunt Lear, Gloster, Kent, and Fool: Mend, when thou canst; be better, at thy leisure : Corn. Let us withdraw, 'twill be a storm. I can be patient; I can stay with Regan;

(Storm heard at a distance. I, and my hundred knights.

Reg.

This house Reg.

Not altogether so, sir ; || Is little; the old man and his people cannot I look'd not for you yet, nor am provided

Be well bestow'd. For your fit welcome : Give ear, sir, to my sister; Gon.

'Tis his own blame; he hath put For those that mingle reason with your passion, Himself from rest, and must needs taste his folly. Must be content to think you old, and so- Reg. For his particular, I'll receive hin gladly, But she knows what she does.

But not one follower.
Lear.
Is this well spoken now? Gon.

So am I purpos’d.
Reg. I dare avouch it, sir : What, fitiy followers? Where is my lord of Gloster ?
Is it not well? What should you need of more?

Re-enter Gloster.
Yea, or so many ? sith that both charge and danger
Speak 'gainst so great a number? How, in one Corn. Follow'd the old man forth :-he is re-
house,

turn'd. Should many people, under two commands, Glo. The king is in high rage. Hold amity ? 'Tis hard; almost impossible.

Corn.

Whither is he going? Gon. Why might not you, my lord, receive at- Glo. He calls to horse; but will I know not tendance

whither. From those that she calls servants, or from mine? Corn. 'Tis best to give him way; he leads himReg. Why not, my lord ? If then they chanc'd

self to slack you,

Gon. My lord, entreat him by no means to stay We could control them: If you will come to me Glo. Alack, the night comes on, and the bleak (For now I spy a danger,) I entreat you

winds To bring but five and twenty; to no more Do sorely ruffle; for many miles about Will I give place or notice.

There's scarce a bush. Lear. I gave you all

O, sir, to wilful men, Reg.

And in good time you gave it. The injuries that they themselves procure, Lear. Made you my guardians, my depositaries ; | Must be their schoolmasters : Shut up your doors ; But kept a reservation to be follow'd

He is attended with a desperate train ; With such a number: What, must I come to you And what they may incense* him to, being apt With five and twenty, Regan? said you so? To have his ear abus'd, wisdom bids fear. Reg. And speak it again, my lord; no more Corn. Shut up your doors, my lord'; 'tis a wild

night; Lear. Those wicked creatures yet do look well- | My Regan counsels well : come out o'the storm. favour'd,

(Eseunt When others are more wicked; not being the worst, Stands in some rank of praise :-I'll go with thee;

(To Goneril. Thy fifty yet doth double five and twenty,

ACT III. And thou art twice her love.

SCENE I.-A heath. A storm is heard, with Gon. What need you five and twenty, ten, or five,

thunder and lightning. Enter Kent, and a

Gentleman, meeting. (1) War. (2) Swelling. (3) Since. (4) Instigate. Kent. Who's bere, beside foul weather?

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with me.

Hear me, my

lord;

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