The Bodleian First Folio

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The Tragedie of King Lear.

chiefe of your person, it would scarsely alay.

Edg.
[470]

Some Villaine hath done me wrong.

Edm.

That's my feare, I pray you haue a continent

forbear ance till the speed of his rage goes slower: and as

I say, retire with me to my lodging, from whence I will

fitly bring you to heare my Lord speake: pray ye goe,

[475]

there's my key: if you do stirre abroad, goe arm'd.

Edg.

Arm'd, Brother?

Edm.

Brother, I aduise you to the best, I am no honest

man, if ther be any good meaning toward you: I haue told

you what I haue seene, and heard: But faintly. Nothing

[480]

like the image, and horror of it, pray you away.

Edg.

Shall I heare from you anon?

Exit. Edm. I do serue you in this businesse: A Credulous Father, and a Brother Noble, Whose nature is so farre from doing harmes,
[485]
That he suspects none: on whose foolish honestie My practises ride easie: I see the businesse. Let me, if not by birth, haue lands by wit, All with me's meete, that I can fashion fit.
Exit.
Scena Tertia. [Act 1, Scene 3] Enter Gonerill, and Steward. Gon.

Did my Father strike my Gentleman for chi­ding

[490]

of his Foole?

Ste.

I Madam.

Gon. By day and night, he wrongs me, euery howre He flashes into one grosse crime, or other, That sets vs all at ods: Ile not endure it;
[495]
His Knights grow riotous, and himselfe vpbraides vs On euery trifle. When he returnes from hunting, I will not speake with him, say I am sicke, If you come slacke of former seruices, You shall do well, the fault of it Ile answer.
Ste.
[500]

He's comming Madam, I heare him.

Gon. Put on what weary negligence you please, You and your Fellowes: I'de haue it come to question; If he distaste it, let him to my Sister, Whose mind and mine I know in that are one,
[505]
Remember what I haue said.
Ste.

Well Madam.

Gon.

And let his Knights haue colder lookes among

you: what growes of it no matter, aduise your fellowes

so, Ile write straight to my Sister to hold my course; pre­pare

[510]

for dinner.

Exeunt.
Scena Quarta. [Act 1, Scene 4] Enter Kent. Kent. If but as will I other accents borrow, That can my speech defuse, my good intent May carry through it selfe to that full issue For which I raiz'd my likenesse. Now banisht Kent,
[515]
If thou canst serue where thou dost stand condemn'd, So may it come, thy Master whom thou lou'st, Shall find thee full of labours.

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Hornes within. Enter Lear and Attendants. Lear.

Let me not stay a iot for dinner, go get it rea­dy:

how now, what art thou?

Kent.
[520]

A man Sir.

Lear.

What dost thou professe? What would'st thou

with vs?

Kent.

I do professe to be no lesse then I seeme; to serue

him truely that will put me in trust, to loue him that is

[525]

honest, to conuerse with him that is wise and saies little, to

feare iudgement, to fight when I cannot choose, and to

eate no fish.

Lear.

What art thou?

Kent.

A very honest hearted Fellow, and as poore as

[530]

the King.

Lear.

If thou be'st as poore for a subiect, as hee's for a

King, thou art poore enough. What wouldst thou?

Kent.

Seruice.

Lear.

Who wouldst thou serue?

Kent.
[535]

You.

Lear.

Do'st thou know me fellow?

Kent.

No Sir, but you haue that in your countenance,

which I would faine call Master.

Lear.

What's that?

Kent.
[540]

Authority.

Lear.

What seruices canst thou do?

Kent.

I can keepe honest counsaile, ride, run, marre a

curious tale in telling it, and deliuer a plaine message

bluntly: that which ordinary men are fit for, I am qual­lified

[545]

in, and the best of me, is Dilligence.

Lear.

How old art thou?

Kent.

Not so young Sir to loue a woman for singing,

nor so old to dote on her for any thing. I haue yeares on

my backe forty eight.

Lear.
[550]

Follow me, thou shalt serue me, if I like thee no

worse after dinner, I will not part from thee yet. Dinner

ho, dinner, where's my knaue? my Foole? Go you and call

my Foole hither. You you Sirrah, where's my Daughter?

Enter Steward. Ste.

So please you ———

Exit. Lear.
[555]

What saies the Fellow there? Call the Clot­pole

backe: wher's my Foole? Ho, I thinke the world's

asleepe, how now? Where's that Mungrell?

Knigh.

He saies my Lord, your Daughters is not well.

Lear.

Why came not the slaue backe to me when I

[560]

call'd him?

Knigh.

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,

[565]

but to my iudgement your Highnesse is not entertain'd

with that Ceremonious affection as you were wont,

theres a great abatement of kindnesse appeares as well in

the generall dependants, as in the Duke himselfe also, and

your Daughter.

Lear.
[570]

Ha Saist thou so?

Knigh.

I beseech you pardon me my Lord, if I bee

mistaken, for my duty cannot be silent, when I thinke

your Highnesse wrong'd.

Lear.

Thou but remembrest me of mine owne Con­ception,

[575]

I haue perceiued a most faint neglect of late,

which I haue rather blamed as mine owne iealous curio­sitie,

then as a very pretence and purpose of vnkindnesse;

I will looke further intoo't: but where's my Foole? I

haue not seene him this two daies.

Knight.
[580]

Since my young Ladies going into France

Sir,

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Scena Tertia. [Act 1, Scene 3] Enter Gonerill, and Steward. Gon.

Did my Father strike my Gentleman for chi­ding

[490]

of his Foole?

Ste.

I Madam.

Gon. By day and night, he wrongs me, euery howre He flashes into one grosse crime, or other, That sets vs all at ods: Ile not endure it;
[495]
His Knights grow riotous, and himselfe vpbraides vs On euery trifle. When he returnes from hunting, I will not speake with him, say I am sicke, If you come slacke of former seruices, You shall do well, the fault of it Ile answer.
Ste.
[500]

He's comming Madam, I heare him.

Gon. Put on what weary negligence you please, You and your Fellowes: I'de haue it come to question; If he distaste it, let him to my Sister, Whose mind and mine I know in that are one,
[505]
Remember what I haue said.
Ste.

Well Madam.

Gon.

And let his Knights haue colder lookes among

you: what growes of it no matter, aduise your fellowes

so, Ile write straight to my Sister to hold my course; pre­pare

[510]

for dinner.

Exeunt.
 

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