Kent still in the stocks
Enter Lear, the Fool, and a Gentleman
'Tis strange that they should so depart from home
And not send back my messengers.
As I learned,
The night before there was no purpose in them
Of this remove.
Hail to thee, noble master!
Makest thou this shame thy pastime?
No, my lord.
Ha, ha! He wears cruel garters. Horses are tied by
the heads, dogs and bears by the neck, monkeys by the
loins, and men by the legs. When a man's over-lusty at
legs, then he wears wooden nether-stocks.
What's he that hath so much thy place mistook
To set thee here?
It is both he and she;
Your son and daughter.
No, I say.
I say yea.
No, no, they would not.
Yes, they have.
By Jupiter, I swear no!
By Juno, I swear ay!
They durst not do't;
They could not, would not do't; 'tis worse than murder
To do upon respect such violent outrage.
Resolve me with all modest haste which way
Thou mightst deserve or they impose this usage,
Coming from us.
My lord, when at their home
I did commend your highness' letters to them,
Ere I was risen from the place that showed
My duty kneeling, came there a reeking post,
Stewed in his haste, half breathless, panting forth
From Gonerill his mistress salutations;
Delivered letters, spite of intermission,
Which presently they read; on whose contents
They summoned up their meiny, straight took horse,
Commanded me to follow and attend
The leisure of their answer, gave me cold looks;
And meeting here the other messenger,
Whose welcome I perceived had poisoned mine –
Being the very fellow which of late
Displayed so saucily against your highness –
Having more man than wit about me, drew.
He raised the house with loud and coward cries.
Your son and daughter found this trespass worth
The shame which here it suffers.
Winter's not gone yet if the wild geese fly that way.
Fathers that wear rags
Do make their children blind,
But fathers that bear bags
Shall see their children kind.
Fortune, that arrant whore,
Ne'er turns the key to the poor.
But for all this thou shalt have as many dolours for thy
daughters as thou canst tell in a year.
O, how this mother swells up toward my heart!
Hysterica passio, down, thou climbing sorrow!
Thy element's below. Where is this daughter?
With the Earl, sir, here within.
Follow me not; stay here.
Made you no more offence but what you speak of?
How chance the King comes with so small a number?
And thou hadst been set i'the stocks for that question,
thou'dst well deserved it.
We'll set thee to school to an ant to teach thee
there's no labouring i'the 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. 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 ha' none but knaves use 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.
Where learned you this, Fool?
Not i'the stocks, fool.
Enter Lear and Gloucester
Deny to speak with me? They are sick; they are weary?
They have travelled all the night? Mere fetches,
The images of revolt and flying-off.
Fetch me a better answer.
My dear lord,
You know the fiery quality of the Duke,
How unremovable and fixed he is
In his own course.
Vengeance, plague, death, confusion!
‘ Fiery ’? What ‘ quality ’? Why, Gloucester, Gloucester,
I'd speak with the Duke of Cornwall and his wife.
Well, my good lord, I have informed them so.
‘ Informed them ’! Dost thou understand me, man?
Ay, my good lord.
The King would speak with Cornwall, the dear father
Would with his daughter speak, commands, tends, service.
Are they ‘ informed ’ of this? My breath and blood!
‘ Fiery ’? The ‘ fiery ’ Duke? Tell the hot Duke that –
No, but not yet! Maybe he is not well.
Infirmity doth still neglect all office
Whereto our health is bound; we are not ourselves
When nature, being oppressed, commands the mind
To suffer with the body. I'll forbear;
And am fallen out with my more headier will
To take the indisposed and sickly fit
For the sound man. – Death on my state! wherefore
Should he 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'd 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.
I would have all well betwixt you.
O me, my heart, my rising heart! But down!
Cry to it, nuncle, as the cockney did to the eels
when she put 'em i'the paste alive. She knapped 'em
o'the coxcombs with a stick and cried ‘ Down, wantons,
down!’ 'Twas her brother that in pure kindness to his
horse buttered his hay.
Enter Cornwall, Regan, Gloucester, and servants
Good morrow to you both.
Hail to your grace.
Kent is here set at liberty
I am glad to see your highness.
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 adult'ress. (To Kent) O, are you free?
Some other time for that. – Beloved Regan,
Thy sister's naught. O Regan, she hath tied
Sharp-toothed unkindness like a vulture here –
(laying his hand on his heart)
I can scarce speak to thee – thou'lt not believe
With how depraved a quality – O Regan!
I pray you, sir, take patience. I have hope
You less know how to value her desert
Than she to scant her duty.
Say? How is that?
I cannot think my sister in the least
Would fail her obligation. If, sir, perchance,
She have restrained the riots of your followers,
'Tis on such ground and to such wholesome end
As clears her from all blame.
My curses on her.
O sir, you are old.
Nature in you stands on the very verge
Of his confine. You should be ruled and led
By some discretion that discerns your state
state (n.) 1
condition, circumstances, situation, state of affairs
Better than you yourself. Therefore I pray you
That to our sister you do make return.
Say you have wronged her.
Ask her forgiveness?
Do you but mark how this becomes the house:
‘ Dear daughter, I confess that I am old;
Age is unnecessary; on my knees I beg
That you'll vouchsafe me raiment, bed, and food.’
Good sir, no more! These are unsightly tricks.
Return you to my sister.
She hath abated me of half my train,
Looked black upon me, struck me with her tongue,
Most serpent-like, upon the very heart.
All the stored vengeances of heaven fall
On her ingrateful top! Strike her young bones,
You taking airs, with lameness!
Fie, sir, fie!
You nimble lightnings, dart your blinding flames
Into her scornful eyes! Infect her beauty,
You fen-sucked fogs drawn by the powerful sun,
To fall and blister.
O the blest gods!
So will you wish on me when the rash mood is on.
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 knowest
The offices of nature, bond of childhood,
Effects of courtesy, dues of gratitude.
Thy half o'the kingdom hast thou not forgot,
Wherein I thee endowed.
Good sir, to the purpose.
Who put my man i'the stocks?
What trumpet's that?
I know't – my sister's. This approves her letter
That she would soon be here.
Is your lady come?
This is a slave whose easy-borrowed pride
Dwells in the fickle grace of her he follows.
Out, varlet, from my sight!
What means your grace?
Who stocked 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
sway (n.) 2
controlling influence, guiding power, direction
Allow obedience, if you yourselves are old,
Make it your cause! Send down and take my part!
Art not ashamed to look upon this beard?
O Regan, will you take her by the hand?
Why not by th' hand, sir? How have I offended?
All's not offence that indiscretion finds
And dotage terms so.
O sides, you are too tough!
Will you yet hold? – How came my man i'the stocks?
I set him there, sir; but his own disorders
Deserved much less advancement.
You? Did you?
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.
Return to her, and fifty men dismissed!
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.
He points to Oswald
At your choice, sir.
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.
Not altogether so.
I looked not for you yet, nor am provided
For your fit welcome. Give ear, sir, to my sister;
For those that mingle reason with your passion
Must be content to think you old, and so –
But she knows what she does.
Is this well spoken?
I dare avouch it, sir. What, fifty followers?
Is it not well? What should you need of more?
Yea, or so many, sith that both charge and danger
Speak 'gainst so great a number? How in one house
Should many people under two commands
Hold amity? 'Tis hard, almost impossible.
Why might not you, my lord, receive attendance
From those that she calls servants, or from mine?
Why not, my lord? If then they chanced to slack ye,
We could control them. If you will come to me,
For now I spy a danger, I entreat you
To bring but five-and-twenty; to no more
Will I give place or notice.
I gave you all –
And in good time you gave it.
Made you my guardians, my depositaries;
But kept a reservation to be followed
With such a number. What, must I come to you
With five-and-twenty – Regan, said you so?
And speak't again, my lord. No more with me.
Those wicked creatures yet do look well-favoured
When others are more wicked. Not being the worst
Stands in some rank of praise. (To Gonerill) I'll go with thee.
Thy fifty yet doth double five-and-twenty,
And thou art twice her love.
Hear me, my lord;
What need you five-and-twenty, ten, or five
To follow, in a house where twice so many
Have a command to tend you?
What need one?
O, reason not the need! Our basest beggars
reason (v.) 2
argue rationally [about], debate the pros and cons [of]
Are in the poorest thing superfluous.
Allow not nature more than nature needs –
nature (n.) 6
natural order, ungoverned state, way of the world [often personified]
Man's life is cheap as beast's. Thou art a lady;
If only to go warm were gorgeous,
Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st,
Which scarcely keeps thee warm. But for true need, –
You heavens, give me that patience, patience I need!
You see me here, you gods, a poor old man,
As full of grief as age, wretched in both;
If it be you that stirs these daughters' hearts
Against their father, fool me not so much
To bear it tamely; touch me with noble anger,
And let not women's weapons, water drops,
Stain my man's cheeks! No, you unnatural hags,
I will have such revenges on you both
That all the world shall – I will do such things –
What they are yet I know not; but they shall be
The terrors of the earth. You think I'll weep.
No, I'll not weep.
I have full cause of weeping;
(storm and tempest)
but this heart
Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws
Or ere I'll weep. O Fool, I shall go mad!
Exeunt Lear, Gloucester, Kent, the Fool, and Gentleman
Let us withdraw; 'twill be a storm.
This house is little; the old man and's people
Cannot be well bestowed.
'Tis his own blame; hath put himself from rest
And must needs taste his folly.
For his particular, I'll receive him gladly,
But not one follower.
So am I purposed.
Where is my lord of Gloucester?
Followed the old man forth. He is returned.
The King is in high rage.
Whither is he going?
He calls to horse; but will I know not whither.
'Tis best to give him way. He leads himself.
My lord, entreat him by no means to stay.
Alack, the night comes on and the bleak winds
Do sorely ruffle. For many miles about
There's scarce a bush.
O sir, to wilful men
The injuries that they themselves procure
Must be their schoolmasters. Shut up your doors.
He is attended with a desperate train,
And what they may incense him to, being apt
To have his ear abused, wisdom bids fear.
Shut up your doors, my lord; 'tis a wild night.
My Regan counsels well. Come out o'the storm.