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No, but not yet:-may be, he is not well:
[looking on Kent.
[Exit. Lear. O me, my heart, my rising heart!—but,
down. Fool. Cry to it, nuncle, as the cockney did to the. eels, when she put them i’the paste alive; she rapp'd 'em o’the coxcombs with a stick, and cry'd, Down, wantons, down : 'Twas her brother, that, in
kindness to his horse, butter'd his hay. Enter CORNWALL, REGAN, Gloster, and Servants.
Lear. Good morrow to you both.
Hail to your grace!
[Kent is 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 should'st not be glad, I would divorce me from thy mother's tomb, Sepulch'ring an adultress.-0, are you free?
Some other time for that.—Beloved Regan,
[points to his heart. I can scarce speak to thee; thou'lt not believe, Of how deprav'd a quality-O Regan!
Reg. I pray you, sir, take patience; I have hope,
Say, how is that?
Lear. My curses on her!
O, sir, you are old;
Ask her forgiveness? Do you but mark how this becomes the house 45:
Dear daughter, I confess that I am old;
Reg. Good sir, no more; these are unsightly tricks •
Never, Regan : She hath abated me of half my train ; Look’ 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, fie, fie!
O the blest gods !
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 46, 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 gratitude ;
Thy half o'the kingdom hast thou not forgot,
Good sir, to the purpose,
[Trumpets within. Lear. Who put my man i'the stocks? Corn.
What trumpet's that?
Lear. This is a slave, whose easy-borrow'd pride
What means your grace?
good hope Thou didst not know of't.-Who comes here? O
If you do love old men, if your sweet sway
Art not asham'd to look upon this beard?
[to Gon. O, Regan, wilt thou take her by the hand? Gon. Why not by the hand, sir? How have I
offended ? All's not offence, that indiscretion finds, And dotage terms so.
0, sides, you are too tough! Will you yet hold ?-How came my man i'the stocks ?
Corn. I set him there, sir : but his own disorders
You! did you?
Leur. Return to her, and fifty men dismiss’d?
[Looking on the Steward. Gon.
At your choice, sir. Lear. I pr’ythee, 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,