eate vp the meate, the two Crownes of the egge: when
thou clouest thy Crownes i'th' middle,
and gau'st away
both parts, thou
boar'st thine Asse on thy backe o're the
durt, thou had'st little wit in thy bald
crowne, when thou
gau'st thy golden one away;
if I speake like my selfe in
[655]
this, let him be whipt that
first findes it so.
Fooles had nere lesse grace in a yeere,For wisemen are growne foppish,And know not how their wits to weare,Their manners are so apish.Le.
[660]
When were you wont to be so full of Songs sirrah?
Foole.
I haue vsed it Nunckle, ere since thou mad'st
thy Daughters thy Mothers, for when thou
gau'st them
the rod, and put'st
downe thine owne breeches, then they
For sodaine ioy did weepe,
[665]
And I for sorrow sung,That such a King should play bo‐peepe,And goe the Foole among.Pry'thy Nunckle keepe a Schoolemaster that can teach
thy Foole to lie, I would faine learne to lie.
Lear.
And you lie sirrah, wee'l haue you whipt.
Foole.
[670]
I maruell what kin thou and thy daughters are,
they'l haue me whipt for speaking true:
thou'lt haue me
whipt for lying, and sometimes I am
whipt for holding
my peace. I had rather be any kind
o'thing then a foole,
and yet I would not be thee
Nunckle, thou hast pared thy
[675]
wit o'both
sides, and left nothing i'th' middle; here
comes one o'the parings.
Enter Gonerill.Lear.
How now Daughter? what makes that Frontlet
on? You are too
much of late i'th' frowne.
Foole.
Thou wast a pretty fellow when thou hadst no
[680]
need to care for her frowning, now thou art an O
without
a figure, I am better then thou art
now, I am a Foole,
thou art nothing. Yes forsooth I will
hold my tongue, so
your face bids me, though you say
nothing.
Mum, mum, he that keepes nor crust, nor crum,
[685]
Weary of all, shall want some. That's a sheal'd
Pescod.
Gon.Not only Sir this, your all‐lycenc'd Foole,But other of your insolent retinueDo hourely Carpe and Quarrell, breaking forthIn ranke, and (not to be endur'd) riots Sir.
[690]
I had thought by making this well knowne vnto you,To haue found a safe redresse, but now grow fearefullBy what your selfe too late haue spoke and done,That you protect this course, and put it onBy your allowance, which if you should, the fault
[695]
Would not scape censure, nor the redresses sleepe,Which in the tender of a wholesome weale,Mighty in their working do you that offence,Which else were shame, that then necessitieWill call di
screet
Unusally, a spacemarker appears in a medial position in this word. It has been inked,
presumably erroneously.
proceeding.
Foole.
[700]
For you know Nunckle, the Hedge‐Sparrow
fed the
Cuckoo so long, that it's had it head bit off by it
young, so out went the Candle, and we were left
darkling.
Lear.
Are you our Daughter?
Gon.I would you would make vse of your good wisedome
(Whereof I know you are fraught), and put away
[705]
These dispositions, which of late transport youFrom what you rightly are.Foole.
May
Scena Quarta.
[Act 1, Scene 4]
Enter Kent.Kent.If but as will I other accents borrow,That can my speech defuse, my good intentMay carry through it selfe to that full issueFor 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.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, the Foole hath much pined away.
Lear.
No more of that, I haue noted it well, goe you
and tell my
Daughter, I would speake with her. Goe you
call hither my
Foole; Oh you Sir, you, come you hither
[585]
Sir, who am I
Sir?
Enter Steward.Ste.
My Ladies Father.
Lear.
My Ladies Father? my Lords knaue, you whorson
dog,
you slaue, you curre.
Ste.I am none of these my Lord,
[590]
I beseech your pardon.Lear.
Do you bandy lookes with me, you Rascall?
Ste.
Ile not be strucken my Lord.
Kent.
Nor tript neither, you base Foot‐ball plaier.
Lear.I thanke thee fellow.
[595]
Thou seru'st me, and Ile loue thee.Kent.
Come sir, arise, away, Ile teach you differences:
away, away, if you will measure your lubbers length
againe,
tarry, but away, goe too, haue you
wisedome, so.
Lear.
Now my friendly knaue I thanke thee, there's
[600]
earnest of thy seruice.
Enter Foole.Foole.
Let me hire him too, here's my Coxcombe.
Lear.
How now my pretty knaue, how dost thou?
Foole.
Sirrah, you were best take my Coxcombe.
Lear.
Why my Boy?
Foole.
[605]
Why? for taking ones part that's out of fauour,
nay,
& thou canst not smile as the wind sits,
thou'lt catch
colde shortly, there take my
Coxcombe; why this fellow
ha's banish'd two
on's Daughters, and did the third a
blessing against
his will, if thou follow him, thou must
[610]
needs weare
my Coxcombe. How now Nunckle? would
I had two Coxcombes
and two Daughters.
Lear.
Why my Boy?
Fool.
If I gaue them all my liuing, I'ld keepe my
Coxcombes
my selfe, there's mine, beg
another of thy
[615]
Daughters.
Lear.
Take heed Sirrah, the whip.
Foole.
Truth's a dog must to kennell, hee must bee
whipt out, when the Lady Brach may stand
by'th' fire
and stinke.
Lear.
[620]
A pestilent gall to me.
Foole.
Sirha, Ile teach thee a speech.
Lear.
Do.
Foole.Marke it Nuncle;Haue more then thou showest,
[625]
Speake lesse then thou knowest,Lend lesse then thou owest,Ride more then thou goest,Learne more then thou trowest,Set lesse then thou throwest;
[630]
Leaue thy drinke and thy whore,And keepe in a dore,And thou shalt haue more,Then two tens to a score.Kent.
This is nothing Foole.
Foole.
[635]
Then 'tis like the breath of an vnfeed Lawyer,
you
gaue me nothing for't, can you make no vse of
nothing
Nuncle?
Lear.Why no Boy,Nothing can be made out of nothing.Foole.
[640]
Prythee tell him, so much the rent of his land
comes to, he
will not beleeue a Foole.
Lear.
A bitter Foole.
Foole.
Do'st thou know the difference my Boy,
betweene
a bitter Foole, and a sweet one.
Lear.
[645]
No Lad, teach me.
Foole.
Nunckle, giue me an egge, and Ile giue thee
two
Crownes.
Lear.
What two Crownes shall they be?
Foole.
Why after I haue cut the egge i'th' middle and
[650]
eate vp the meate, the two Crownes of the egge: when
thou clouest thy Crownes i'th' middle,
and gau'st away
both parts, thou
boar'st thine Asse on thy backe o're the
durt, thou had'st little wit in thy bald
crowne, when thou
gau'st thy golden one away;
if I speake like my selfe in
[655]
this, let him be whipt that
first findes it so.
Fooles had nere lesse grace in a yeere,For wisemen are growne foppish,And know not how their wits to weare,Their manners are so apish.Le.
[660]
When were you wont to be so full of Songs sirrah?
Foole.
I haue vsed it Nunckle, ere since thou mad'st
thy Daughters thy Mothers, for when thou
gau'st them
the rod, and put'st
downe thine owne breeches, then they
For sodaine ioy did weepe,
[665]
And I for sorrow sung,That such a King should play bo‐peepe,And goe the Foole among.Pry'thy Nunckle keepe a Schoolemaster that can teach
thy Foole to lie, I would faine learne to lie.
Lear.
And you lie sirrah, wee'l haue you whipt.
Foole.
[670]
I maruell what kin thou and thy daughters are,
they'l haue me whipt for speaking true:
thou'lt haue me
whipt for lying, and sometimes I am
whipt for holding
my peace. I had rather be any kind
o'thing then a foole,
and yet I would not be thee
Nunckle, thou hast pared thy
[675]
wit o'both
sides, and left nothing i'th' middle; here
comes one o'the parings.
Enter Gonerill.Lear.
How now Daughter? what makes that Frontlet
on? You are too
much of late i'th' frowne.
Foole.
Thou wast a pretty fellow when thou hadst no
[680]
need to care for her frowning, now thou art an O
without
a figure, I am better then thou art
now, I am a Foole,
thou art nothing. Yes forsooth I will
hold my tongue, so
your face bids me, though you say
nothing.
Mum, mum, he that keepes nor crust, nor crum,
[685]
Weary of all, shall want some. That's a sheal'd
Pescod.
Gon.Not only Sir this, your all‐lycenc'd Foole,But other of your insolent retinueDo hourely Carpe and Quarrell, breaking forthIn ranke, and (not to be endur'd) riots Sir.
[690]
I had thought by making this well knowne vnto you,To haue found a safe redresse, but now grow fearefullBy what your selfe too late haue spoke and done,That you protect this course, and put it onBy your allowance, which if you should, the fault
[695]
Would not scape censure, nor the redresses sleepe,Which in the tender of a wholesome weale,Mighty in their working do you that offence,Which else were shame, that then necessitieWill call di
screet
Unusally, a spacemarker appears in a medial position in this word. It has been inked,
presumably erroneously.
proceeding.
Foole.
[700]
For you know Nunckle, the Hedge‐Sparrow
fed the
Cuckoo so long, that it's had it head bit off by it
young, so out went the Candle, and we were left
darkling.
Lear.
Are you our Daughter?
Gon.I would you would make vse of your good wisedome
(Whereof I know you are fraught), and put away
[705]
These dispositions, which of late transport youFrom what you rightly are.Foole.
May not an Asse know, when the Cart drawes
the Horse?
Whoop Iugge I loue thee.
Lear.
[710]
Do's any heere know me?This is not Lear:Do's
Lear walke thus? Speake thus?
Where are his eies?
Either his Notion weakens, his DiscerningsAre Lethargied. Ha! Waking? 'Tis not so?
[715]
Who is it that can tell me who I am?Foole.
Lears shadow.
Lear.
Your name, faire Gentlewoman?
Gon.This admiration Sir, is much o'th' sauourOf other your new prankes. I do beseech you
[720]
To vnderstand my purposes aright:As you are Old, and Reuerend, should be Wise.Heere do you keepe a hundred Knights and Squires,Men so disorder'd, so debosh'd and bold,That this our Court infected with their manners,
[725]
Shewes like a riotous Inne; Epicurisme and LustMakes it more like a Tauerne, or a Brothell,Then a grac'd Pallace. The shame it selfe doth speakeFor instant remedy. Be then desir'dBy her, that else will take the thing she begges,
[730]
A little to disquantity your Traine,And the remainders that shall still depend,To be such men as may besort your Age,Which know themselues, and you.Lear.Darknesse, and Diuels.
[735]
Saddle my horses: call my Traine together.Degenerate Bastard, Ile not trouble thee;Yet haue I left a daughter.Gon.
You strike my people, and your disorder'd rable,
make Seruants of their Betters.
Enter Albany.Lear.
[740]
Woe, that too late repents:Is it your will, speake Sir? Prepare my Horses.Ingratitude! thou Marble‐hearted Fiend,More hideous when thou shew'st thee in a Child,Then the Sea‐monster.Alb.
[745]
Pray Sir be patient.
Lear.Detested Kite, thou lyest.My Traine are men of choice, and rarest parts,That all particulars of dutie know,And in the most exact regard, support
[750]
The worships of their name. O most small fault,How vgly did'st thou in
Cordelia shew?
Which like an Engine, wrencht my frame of NatureFrom the fixt place: drew from my heart all loue,And added to the gall. O
Lear, Lear,
Lear
!
[755]
Beate at this gate that let thy Folly in,And thy deere Iudgement out. Go, go, my people.Alb.My Lord, I am guiltlesse, as I am ignorantOf what hath moued you.Lear.It may be so, my Lord.
[760]
Heare Nature, heare deere Goddesse, heare:Suspend thy purpose, if thou did'st intendTo make this Creature fruitfull:Into her Wombe conuey stirrility,Drie vp in her the Organs of increase,
[765]
And from her derogate body, neuer springA Babe to honor her. If she must teeme,Create her childe of Spleene, that it may lieuAnd be a thwart disnature'd torment to her.Let it stampe wrinkles in her brow of youth,
[770]
With cadent Teares fret Channels in her cheekes,Turne all her Mothers paines, and benefitsTo laughter, and contempt: That she may feele,How sharper then a Serpents tooth it is,To haue a thanklesse Childe. Away, away.Exit.Alb.
[775]
Now Gods that we adore,Whereof comes this?Gon.Neuer afflict your selfe to know more of it:But let his disposition haue that scopeAs dotage giues it.Enter Lear.Lear.
[780]
What fiftie of my Followers at a clap?Within a fortnight?Alb.
What's the matter, Sir?
Lear.Ile tell thee:Life and death, I am asham'd
[785]
That thou hast power to shake my manhood thus,That these hot teares, which breake from me perforceShould make thee worth them.Blastes and Fogges vpon thee:Th'vntented woundings of a Fathers curse
[790]
Pierce euerie sense about thee. Old fond eyes,Beweepe this cause againe, Ile plucke ye out,And cast you with the waters that you looseTo temper Clay. Ha? Let it be so.I haue another daughter,
[795]
Who I am sure is kinde and comfortable:When she shall heare this of thee, with her nailesShee'l flea thy Woluish visage. Thou shalt
finde,
That Ile resume the shape which thou dost thinkeI haue cast off for euer.ExitGon.
[800]
Do you marke that?
Alb.I cannot be so partiall
Gonerill,
To the great loue I beare you.Gon.Pray you content. What
Oswald, hoa?
You Sir, more Knaue then Foole, after your Master.Foole.
[805]
Nunkle
Lear, Nunkle
Lear,
Tarry, take the Foole with thee:A Fox, when one has caught her,And such a Daughter,Should sure to the Slaughter,
[810]
If my Cap would buy a Halter,So the Foole followes after.ExitGon.This man hath had good Counsell,A hundred Knights?'Tis politike, and safe to let him keepe
[815]
At point a hundred Knights: yes, that on euerie dreame,Each buz, each fancie, each complaint, dislike,He may enguard his dotage with their powres,And hold our liues in mercy.
Oswald, I
say.
Alb.
Well, you may feare too farre.
Gon.
[820]
Safer then trust too farre;Let me still take away the harmes I feare,Not feare still to be taken. I know his heart,What he hath vtter'd I haue writ my Sister:If she sustaine him, and his hundred Knights
[825]
When I haue shew'd th'vnfitnesse.Enter Steward.How now
Oswald?
What haue you writ that Letter to my Sister?Stew.I Madam.Gon.Take you some company, and away to horse,
[830]
Informe her full of my particular feare,And thereto adde such reasons of your owne,As may compact it more. Get you gone,And hasten your returne; no, no, my Lord,This milky gentlenesse, and course of yours
[835]
Though I condemne not, yet vnder pardonYou are much more at task for want of wisedome,Then prais'd for harmefull mildnesse.Alb.How farre your eies may pierce I cannot tell;Striuing to better, oft we marre what's well.Gon.
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<p n="558">He saies my Lord, your Daughters is not well.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-lea">
<speaker rend="italic">Lear.</speaker>
<p n="559">Why came not the slaue backe to me when I
<lb n="560"/>call'd him?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-kni">
<speaker rend="italic">Knigh.</speaker>
<p n="561">Sir, he answered me in the roundest manner, he
<lb n="562"/>would not.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-lea">
<speaker rend="italic">Lear.</speaker>
<p n="563">He would not?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-kni">
<speaker rend="italic">Knight.</speaker>
<p n="564">My Lord, I know not what the matter is,
<lb n="565"/>but to my iudgement your Highnesse is not entertain'd
<lb n="566"/>with that Ceremonious affection as you were wont,
<lb n="567"/>theres a great abatement of kindnesse appeares as well in
<lb n="568"/>the generall dependants, as in the Duke himselfe also, and
<lb n="569"/>your Daughter.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-lea">
<speaker rend="italic">Lear.</speaker>
<p n="570">Ha<gap/>Saist thou so?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-kni">
<speaker rend="italic">Knigh.</speaker>
<p n="571">I beseech you pardon me my Lord, if I bee
<lb n="572"/>mistaken, for my duty cannot be silent, when I thinke
<lb n="573"/>your Highnesse wrong'd.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-lea">
<speaker rend="italic">Lear.</speaker>
<p n="574">Thou but remembrest me of mine owne Conception,
<lb n="575"/>I haue perceiued a most faint neglect of late,
<lb n="576"/>which I haue rather blamed as mine owne iealous curiositie,
<lb n="577"/>then as a very pretence and purpose of vnkindnesse;
<lb n="578"/>I will looke further intoo't: but where's my Foole? I
<lb n="579"/>haue not seene him this two daies.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-kni">
<speaker rend="italic">Knight.</speaker>
<p n="580">Since my young Ladies going into<hi rend="italic">France</hi>
</p>
<pb facs="FFimg:axc0798-0.jpg" n="288"/>
<cb n="1"/>
<p n="581">Sir, the Foole hath much pined away.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-lea">
<speaker rend="italic">Lear.</speaker>
<p n="582">No more of that, I haue noted it well, goe you
<lb n="583"/>and tell my Daughter, I would speake with her. Goe you
<lb n="584"/>call hither my Foole; Oh you Sir, you, come you hither
<lb n="585"/>Sir, who am I Sir?</p>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Steward.</stage>
<sp who="#F-lr-ste">
<speaker rend="italic">Ste.</speaker>
<p n="586">My Ladies Father.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-lea">
<speaker rend="italic">Lear.</speaker>
<p n="587">My Ladies Father? my Lords knaue, you whorson
<lb n="588"/>dog, you slaue, you curre.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-ste">
<speaker rend="italic">Ste.</speaker>
<l n="589">I am none of these my Lord,</l>
<l n="590">I beseech your pardon.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-lea">
<speaker rend="italic">Lear.</speaker>
<p n="591">Do you bandy lookes with me, you Rascall?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-ste">
<speaker rend="italic">Ste.</speaker>
<p n="592">Ile not be strucken my Lord.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-ken">
<speaker rend="italic">Kent.</speaker>
<p n="593">Nor tript neither, you base Foot‐ball plaier.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-lea">
<speaker rend="italic">Lear.</speaker>
<l n="594">I thanke thee fellow.</l>
<l n="595">Thou seru'st me, and Ile loue thee.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-ken">
<speaker rend="italic">Kent.</speaker>
<p n="596">Come sir, arise, away, Ile teach you differences:
<lb n="597"/>away, away, if you will measure your lubbers length againe,
<lb n="598"/>tarry, but away, goe too, haue you wisedome, so.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-lea">
<speaker rend="italic">Lear.</speaker>
<p n="599">Now my friendly knaue I thanke thee, there's
<lb n="600"/>earnest of thy seruice.</p>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Foole.</stage>
<sp who="#F-lr-foo">
<speaker rend="italic">Foole.</speaker>
<p n="601">Let me hire him too, here's my Coxcombe.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-lea">
<speaker rend="italic">Lear.</speaker>
<p n="602">How now my pretty knaue, how dost thou?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-foo">
<speaker rend="italic">Foole.</speaker>
<p n="603">Sirrah, you were best take my Coxcombe.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-lea">
<speaker rend="italic">Lear.</speaker>
<p n="604">Why my Boy?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-foo">
<speaker rend="italic">Foole.</speaker>
<p n="605">Why? for taking ones part that's out of fauour,
<lb n="606"/>nay, & thou canst not smile as the wind sits, thou'lt catch
<lb n="607"/>colde shortly, there take my Coxcombe; why this fellow
<lb n="608"/>ha's banish'd two on's Daughters, and did the third a
<lb n="609"/>blessing against his will, if thou follow him, thou must
<lb n="610"/>needs weare my Coxcombe. How now Nunckle? would
<lb n="611"/>I had two Coxcombes and two Daughters.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-lea">
<speaker rend="italic">Lear.</speaker>
<p n="612">Why my Boy?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-foo">
<speaker rend="italic">Fool.</speaker>
<p n="613">If I gaue them all my liuing, I'ld keepe my Coxcombes
<lb n="614"/>my selfe, there's mine, beg another of thy
<lb n="615"/>Daughters.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-lea">
<speaker rend="italic">Lear.</speaker>
<p n="616">Take heed Sirrah, the whip.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-foo">
<speaker rend="italic">Foole.</speaker>
<p n="617">Truth's a dog must to kennell, hee must bee
<lb n="618"/>whipt out, when the Lady Brach may stand by'th' fire
<lb n="619"/>and stinke.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-lea">
<speaker rend="italic">Lear.</speaker>
<p n="620">A pestilent gall to me.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-foo">
<speaker rend="italic">Foole.</speaker>
<p n="621">Sirha, Ile teach thee a speech.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-lea">
<speaker rend="italic">Lear.</speaker>
<p n="622">Do.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-foo">
<speaker rend="italic">Foole.</speaker>
<l n="623">Marke it Nuncle;</l>
<l n="624">Haue more then thou showest,</l>
<l n="625">Speake lesse then thou knowest,</l>
<l n="626">Lend lesse then thou owest,</l>
<l n="627">Ride more then thou goest,</l>
<l n="628">Learne more then thou trowest,</l>
<l n="629">Set lesse then thou throwest;</l>
<l n="630">Leaue thy drinke and thy whore,</l>
<l n="631">And keepe in a dore,</l>
<l n="632">And thou shalt haue more,</l>
<l n="633">Then two tens to a score.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-ken">
<speaker rend="italic">Kent.</speaker>
<p n="634">This is nothing Foole.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-foo">
<speaker rend="italic">Foole.</speaker>
<p n="635">Then 'tis like the breath of an vnfeed Lawyer,
<lb n="636"/>you gaue me nothing for't, can you make no vse of nothing
<lb n="637"/>Nuncle?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-lea">
<speaker rend="italic">Lear.</speaker>
<l n="638">Why no Boy,</l>
<l n="639">Nothing can be made out of nothing.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-foo">
<speaker rend="italic">Foole.</speaker>
<p n="640">Prythee tell him, so much the rent of his land
<lb n="641"/>comes to, he will not beleeue a Foole.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-lea">
<speaker rend="italic">Lear.</speaker>
<p n="642">A bitter Foole.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-foo">
<speaker rend="italic">Foole.</speaker>
<p n="643">Do'st thou know the difference my Boy, betweene
<lb n="644"/>a bitter Foole, and a sweet one.</p>
</sp>
<cb n="2"/>
<sp who="#F-lr-lea">
<speaker rend="italic">Lear.</speaker>
<p n="645">No Lad, teach me.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-foo">
<speaker rend="italic">Foole.</speaker>
<p n="646">Nunckle, giue me an egge, and Ile giue thee
<lb n="647"/>two Crownes.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-lea">
<speaker rend="italic">Lear.</speaker>
<p n="648">What two Crownes shall they be?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-foo">
<speaker rend="italic">Foole.</speaker>
<p n="649">Why after I haue cut the egge i'th' middle and
<lb n="650"/>eate vp the meate, the two Crownes of the egge: when
<lb n="651"/>thou clouest thy Crownes i'th' middle, and gau'st away
<lb n="652"/>both parts, thou boar'st thine Asse on thy backe o're the
<lb n="653"/>durt, thou had'st little wit in thy bald crowne, when thou
<lb n="654"/>gau'st thy golden one away; if I speake like my selfe in
<lb n="655"/>this, let him be whipt that first findes it so.</p>
<l n="656">Fooles had nere lesse grace in a yeere,</l>
<l n="657">For wisemen are growne foppish,</l>
<l n="658">And know not how their wits to weare,</l>
<l n="659">Their manners are so apish.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-lea">
<speaker rend="italic">Le.</speaker>
<p n="660">When were you wont to be so full of Songs sirrah?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-foo">
<speaker rend="italic">Foole.</speaker>
<p n="661">I haue vsed it Nunckle, ere since thou mad'st
<lb n="662"/>thy Daughters thy Mothers, for when thou gau'st them
<lb n="663"/>the rod, and put'st downe thine owne breeches, then they</p>
<l n="664">For sodaine ioy did weepe,</l>
<l n="665">And I for sorrow sung,</l>
<l n="666">That such a King should play bo‐peepe,</l>
<l n="667">And goe the Foole among.</l>
<l n="668">Pry'thy Nunckle keepe a Schoolemaster that can teach
<lb/>thy Foole to lie, I would faine learne to lie.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-lea">
<speaker rend="italic">Lear.</speaker>
<p n="669">And you lie sirrah, wee'l haue you whipt.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-foo">
<speaker rend="italic">Foole.</speaker>
<p n="670">I maruell what kin thou and thy daughters are,
<lb n="671"/>they'l haue me whipt for speaking true: thou'lt haue me
<lb n="672"/>whipt for lying, and sometimes I am whipt for holding
<lb n="673"/>my peace. I had rather be any kind o'thing then a foole,
<lb n="674"/>and yet I would not be thee Nunckle, thou hast pared thy
<lb n="675"/>wit o'both sides, and left nothing i'th' middle; here
<lb n="676"/>comes one o'the parings.</p>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Gonerill.</stage>
<sp who="#F-lr-lea">
<speaker rend="italic">Lear.</speaker>
<p n="677">How now Daughter? what makes that Frontlet
<lb n="678"/>on? You are too much of late i'th' frowne.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-foo">
<speaker rend="italic">Foole.</speaker>
<p n="679">Thou wast a pretty fellow when thou hadst no
<lb n="680"/>need to care for her frowning, now thou art an O without
<lb n="681"/>a figure, I am better then thou art now, I am a Foole,
<lb n="682"/>thou art nothing. Yes forsooth I will hold my tongue, so
<lb n="683"/>your face bids me, though you say nothing.</p>
<l n="684">Mum, mum, he that keepes nor crust, nor crum,</l>
<l n="685">Weary of all, shall want some. That's a sheal'd Pescod.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-gon">
<speaker rend="italic">Gon.</speaker>
<l n="686">Not only Sir this, your all‐lycenc'd Foole,</l>
<l n="687">But other of your insolent retinue</l>
<l n="688">Do hourely Carpe and Quarrell, breaking forth</l>
<l n="689">In ranke, and (not to be endur'd) riots Sir.</l>
<l n="690">I had thought by making this well knowne vnto you,</l>
<l n="691">To haue found a safe redresse, but now grow fearefull</l>
<l n="692">By what your selfe too late haue spoke and done,</l>
<l n="693">That you protect this course, and put it on</l>
<l n="694">By your allowance, which if you should, the fault</l>
<l n="695">Would not scape censure, nor the redresses sleepe,</l>
<l n="696">Which in the tender of a wholesome weale,</l>
<l n="697">Mighty in their working do you that offence,</l>
<l n="698">Which else were shame, that then necessitie</l>
<l n="699">Will call di<gap extent="1"
unit="chars"
agent="inking"
reason="inkedSpacemarker"/>screet<note resp="#PW">Unusally, a spacemarker appears in a medial position in this word. It has been inked, presumably erroneously.</note>proceeding.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-foo">
<speaker rend="italic">Foole.</speaker>
<p n="700">For you know Nunckle, the Hedge‐Sparrow
<lb n="701"/>fed the Cuckoo so long, that it's had it head bit off by it
<lb n="702"/>young, so out went the Candle, and we were left darkling.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-lea">
<speaker rend="italic">Lear.</speaker>
<p n="703">Are you our Daughter?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-gon">
<speaker rend="italic">Gon.</speaker>
<l n="704">I would you would make vse of your good wisedome
<lb/>(Whereof I know you are fraught), and put away</l>
<l n="705">These dispositions, which of late transport you</l>
<l n="706">From what you rightly are.</l>
</sp>
<pb facs="FFimg:axc0799-0.jpg" n="289"/>
<cb n="1"/>
<sp who="#F-lr-foo">
<speaker rend="italic">Foole.</speaker>
<p n="707">May not an Asse know, when the Cart drawes
<lb n="708"/>the Horse?</p>
<p n="709">Whoop Iugge I loue thee.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-lea">
<speaker rend="italic">Lear.</speaker>
<l n="710">Do's any heere know me?</l>
<l n="711">This is not Lear:</l>
<l n="712">Do's<hi rend="italic">Lear</hi>walke thus? Speake thus? Where are his eies?</l>
<l n="713">Either his Notion weakens, his Discernings</l>
<l n="714">Are Lethargied. Ha! Waking? 'Tis not so?</l>
<l n="715">Who is it that can tell me who I am?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-foo">
<speaker rend="italic">Foole.</speaker>
<p n="716">
<hi rend="italic">Lears</hi>shadow.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-lea">
<speaker rend="italic">Lear.</speaker>
<p n="717">Your name, faire Gentlewoman?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-gon">
<speaker rend="italic">Gon.</speaker>
<l n="718">This admiration Sir, is much o'th' sauour</l>
<l n="719">Of other your new prankes. I do beseech you</l>
<l n="720">To vnderstand my purposes aright:</l>
<l n="721">As you are Old, and Reuerend, should be Wise.</l>
<l n="722">Heere do you keepe a hundred Knights and Squires,</l>
<l n="723">Men so disorder'd, so debosh'd and bold,</l>
<l n="724">That this our Court infected with their manners,</l>
<l n="725">Shewes like a riotous Inne; Epicurisme and Lust</l>
<l n="726">Makes it more like a Tauerne, or a Brothell,</l>
<l n="727">Then a grac'd Pallace. The shame it selfe doth speake</l>
<l n="728">For instant remedy. Be then desir'd</l>
<l n="729">By her, that else will take the thing she begges,</l>
<l n="730">A little to disquantity your Traine,</l>
<l n="731">And the remainders that shall still depend,</l>
<l n="732">To be such men as may besort your Age,</l>
<l n="733">Which know themselues, and you.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-lea">
<speaker rend="italic">Lear.</speaker>
<l n="734">Darknesse, and Diuels.</l>
<l n="735">Saddle my horses: call my Traine together.</l>
<l n="736">Degenerate Bastard, Ile not trouble thee;</l>
<l n="737">Yet haue I left a daughter.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-gon">
<speaker rend="italic">Gon.</speaker>
<p n="738">You strike my people, and your disorder'd rable,
<lb n="739"/>make Seruants of their Betters.</p>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Albany.</stage>
<sp who="#F-lr-lea">
<speaker rend="italic">Lear.</speaker>
<l n="740">Woe, that too late repents:</l>
<l n="741">Is it your will, speake Sir? Prepare my Horses.</l>
<l n="742">Ingratitude! thou Marble‐hearted Fiend,</l>
<l n="743">More hideous when thou shew'st thee in a Child,</l>
<l n="744">Then the Sea‐monster.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-alb">
<speaker rend="italic">Alb.</speaker>
<p n="745">Pray Sir be patient.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-lea">
<speaker rend="italic">Lear.</speaker>
<l n="746">Detested Kite, thou lyest.</l>
<l n="747">My Traine are men of choice, and rarest parts,</l>
<l n="748">That all particulars of dutie know,</l>
<l n="749">And in the most exact regard, support</l>
<l n="750">The worships of their name. O most small fault,</l>
<l n="751">How vgly did'st thou in<hi rend="italic">Cordelia</hi>shew?</l>
<l n="752">Which like an Engine, wrencht my frame of Nature</l>
<l n="753">From the fixt place: drew from my heart all loue,</l>
<l n="754">And added to the gall. O<hi rend="italic">Lear, Lear, Lear</hi>!</l>
<l n="755">Beate at this gate that let thy Folly in,</l>
<l n="756">And thy deere Iudgement out. Go, go, my people.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-alb">
<speaker rend="italic">Alb.</speaker>
<l n="757">My Lord, I am guiltlesse, as I am ignorant</l>
<l n="758">Of what hath moued you.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-lea">
<speaker rend="italic">Lear.</speaker>
<l n="759">It may be so, my Lord.</l>
<l n="760">Heare Nature, heare deere Goddesse, heare:</l>
<l n="761">Suspend thy purpose, if thou did'st intend</l>
<l n="762">To make this Creature fruitfull:</l>
<l n="763">Into her Wombe conuey stirrility,</l>
<l n="764">Drie vp in her the Organs of increase,</l>
<l n="765">And from her derogate body, neuer spring</l>
<l n="766">A Babe to honor her. If she must teeme,</l>
<l n="767">Create her childe of Spleene, that it may lieu</l>
<l n="768">And be a thwart disnature'd torment to her.</l>
<l n="769">Let it stampe wrinkles in her brow of youth,</l>
<l n="770">With cadent Teares fret Channels in her cheekes,</l>
<cb n="2"/>
<l n="771">Turne all her Mothers paines, and benefits</l>
<l n="772">To laughter, and contempt: That she may feele,</l>
<l n="773">How sharper then a Serpents tooth it is,</l>
<l n="774">To haue a thanklesse Childe. Away, away.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
<sp who="#F-lr-alb">
<speaker rend="italic">Alb.</speaker>
<l n="775">Now Gods that we adore,</l>
<l n="776">Whereof comes this?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-gon">
<speaker rend="italic">Gon.</speaker>
<l n="777">Neuer afflict your selfe to know more of it:</l>
<l n="778">But let his disposition haue that scope</l>
<l n="779">As dotage giues it.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Lear.</stage>
<sp who="#F-lr-lea">
<speaker rend="italic">Lear.</speaker>
<l n="780">What fiftie of my Followers at a clap?</l>
<l n="781">Within a fortnight?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-alb">
<speaker rend="italic">Alb.</speaker>
<p n="782">What's the matter, Sir?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-lea">
<speaker rend="italic">Lear.</speaker>
<l n="783">Ile tell thee:</l>
<l n="784">Life and death, I am asham'd</l>
<l n="785">That thou hast power to shake my manhood thus,</l>
<l n="786">That these hot teares, which breake from me perforce</l>
<l n="787">Should make thee worth them.</l>
<l n="788">Blastes and Fogges vpon thee:</l>
<l n="789">Th'vntented woundings of a Fathers curse</l>
<l n="790">Pierce euerie sense about thee. Old fond eyes,</l>
<l n="791">Beweepe this cause againe, Ile plucke ye out,</l>
<l n="792">And cast you with the waters that you loose</l>
<l n="793">To temper Clay. Ha? Let it be so.</l>
<l n="794">I haue another daughter,</l>
<l n="795">Who I am sure is kinde and comfortable:</l>
<l n="796">When she shall heare this of thee, with her nailes</l>
<l n="797">Shee'l flea thy Woluish visage. Thou shalt finde,</l>
<l n="798">That Ile resume the shape which thou dost thinke</l>
<l n="799">I haue cast off for euer.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit</stage>
<sp who="#F-lr-gon">
<speaker rend="italic">Gon.</speaker>
<p n="800">Do you marke that?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-alb">
<speaker rend="italic">Alb.</speaker>
<l n="801">I cannot be so partiall<hi rend="italic">Gonerill</hi>,</l>
<l n="802">To the great loue I beare you.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-gon">
<speaker rend="italic">Gon.</speaker>
<l n="803">Pray you content. What<hi rend="italic">Oswald</hi>, hoa?</l>
<l n="804">You Sir, more Knaue then Foole, after your Master.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-foo">
<speaker rend="italic">Foole.</speaker>
<l n="805">Nunkle<hi rend="italic">Lear</hi>, Nunkle<hi rend="italic">Lear</hi>,</l>
<l n="806">Tarry, take the Foole with thee:</l>
<l n="807">A Fox, when one has caught her,</l>
<l n="808">And such a Daughter,</l>
<l n="809">Should sure to the Slaughter,</l>
<l n="810">If my Cap would buy a Halter,</l>
<l n="811">So the Foole followes after.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit</stage>
<sp who="#F-lr-gon">
<speaker rend="italic">Gon.</speaker>
<l n="812">This man hath had good Counsell,</l>
<l n="813">A hundred Knights?</l>
<l n="814">'Tis politike, and safe to let him keepe</l>
<l n="815">At point a hundred Knights: yes, that on euerie dreame,</l>
<l n="816">Each buz, each fancie, each complaint, dislike,</l>
<l n="817">He may enguard his dotage with their powres,</l>
<l n="818">And hold our liues in mercy.<hi rend="italic">Oswald</hi>, I say.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-alb">
<speaker rend="italic">Alb.</speaker>
<p n="819">Well, you may feare too farre.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-gon">
<speaker rend="italic">Gon.</speaker>
<l n="820">Safer then trust too farre;</l>
<l n="821">Let me still take away the harmes I feare,</l>
<l n="822">Not feare still to be taken. I know his heart,</l>
<l n="823">What he hath vtter'd I haue writ my Sister:</l>
<l n="824">If she sustaine him, and his hundred Knights</l>
<l n="825">When I haue shew'd th'vnfitnesse.</l>
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<l n="826">How now<hi rend="italic">Oswald</hi>?</l>
<l n="827">What haue you writ that Letter to my Sister?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-ste">
<speaker rend="italic">Stew.</speaker>
<l n="828">I Madam.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-gon">
<speaker rend="italic">Gon.</speaker>
<l n="829">Take you some company, and away to horse,</l>
<l n="830">Informe her full of my particular feare,</l>
<l n="831">And thereto adde such reasons of your owne,</l>
<l n="832">As may compact it more. Get you gone,</l>
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<l n="833">And hasten your returne; no, no, my Lord,</l>
<l n="834">This milky gentlenesse, and course of yours</l>
<l n="835">Though I condemne not, yet vnder pardon</l>
<l n="836">You are much more at task for want of wisedome,</l>
<l n="837">Then prais'd for harmefull mildnesse.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-alb">
<speaker rend="italic">Alb.</speaker>
<l n="838">How farre your eies may pierce I cannot tell;</l>
<l n="839">Striuing to better, oft we marre what's well.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-gon">
<speaker rend="italic">Gon.</speaker>
<p n="840">Nay then ———</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-lr-alb">
<speaker rend="italic">Alb.</speaker>
<p n="841">Well, well, th'euent.</p>
</sp>
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