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Act II, Scene 4
1Before Gloucester’s castle.
2Kent in the stocks.
3Enter King Lear, Fool, and Gentleman.
4King Lear’Tis strange that they should so depart from home,
And not send back my messenger.
5GentlemanAs I learn’d,
The night before there was no purpose in them
Of this remove.
6KentHail to thee, noble master!
7King LearHa!
Makest thou this shame thy pastime?
8KentNo, my lord.
9FoolHa, 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.
10King LearWhat’s he that hath so much thy place mistook
To set thee here?
11KentIt is both he and she;
Your son and daughter.
12King LearNo.
13KentYes.
14King LearNo, I say.
15KentI say, yea.
16King LearNo, no, they would not.
17KentYes, they have.
18King LearBy Jupiter, I swear, no.
19KentBy Juno, I swear, ay.
20King LearThey 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.
21KentMy lord, when at their home
I did commend your highness’ letters to them,
Ere I was risen from the place that show’d
My duty kneeling, came there a reeking post,
Stew’d in his haste, half breathless, panting forth
From Goneril his mistress salutations;
Deliver’d letters, spite of intermission,
Which presently they read: on whose contents,
They summon’d 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 poison’d mine—
Being the very fellow that of late
Display’d 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.
22FoolWinter’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.
23King LearO, how this mother swells up toward my heart!
Hysterica passio, down, thou climbing sorrow,
Thy element’s below! Where is this daughter?
24KentWith the earl, sir, here within.
25King LearFollow me not;
Stay here. Exit.
26GentlemanMade you no more offence but what you speak of?
27KentNone.
How chance the king comes with so small a train?
28FoolAnd thou hadst been set i’ the stocks for that question, thou hadst well deserved it.
29KentWhy, fool?
30FoolWe’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 it: but the great one that goes up the hill, let him draw thee after. When a wise man gives thee better counsel, give me mine again: I would have none but knaves follow it, since a fool gives it.
31That 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.
32KentWhere learned you this, fool?
33FoolNot i’ the stocks, fool.
34Reenter King Lear with Gloucester.
35King LearDeny to speak with me? They are sick? they are weary?
They have travell’d all the night? Mere fetches;
The images of revolt and flying off.
Fetch me a better answer.
36GloucesterMy dear lord,
You know the fiery quality of the duke;
How unremoveable and fix’d he is
In his own course.
37King LearVengeance! plague! death! confusion!
Fiery? what quality? Why, Gloucester, Gloucester,
I’ld speak with the Duke of Cornwall and his wife.
38GloucesterWell, my good lord, I have inform’d them so.
39King LearInform’d them! Dost thou understand me, man?
40GloucesterAy, my good lord.
41King LearThe king would speak with Cornwall; the dear father
Would with his daughter speak, commands her service:
Are they inform’d of this? My breath and blood!
Fiery? the fiery duke? Tell the hot duke that—
No, but not yet: may be he is not well:
Infirmity doth still neglect all office
Whereto our health is bound; we are not ourselves
When nature, being oppress’d, commands the mind
To suffer with the body: I’ll forbear;
And am fall’n out with my more headier will,
To take the indisposed and sickly fit
For the sound man. Death on my state! wherefore Looking on Kent.
Should he sit here? This act persuades me
That this remotion of the duke and her
Is practise only. Give me my servant forth.
Go tell the duke and ’s wife I’ld 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.
42GloucesterI would have all well betwixt you. Exit.
43King LearO me, my heart, my rising heart! but, down!
44FoolCry 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.
45Enter Cornwall, Regan, Gloucester, and Servants.
46King LearGood morrow to you both.
47CornwallHail to your grace! Kent is set at liberty.
48ReganI am glad to see your highness.
49King LearRegan, 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 adultress.
To Kent. O, are you free?
Some other time for that. Beloved Regan,
Thy sister’s naught: O Regan, she hath tied
Sharp-tooth’d unkindness, like a vulture, here: Points to his heart.
I can scarce speak to thee; thou’lt not believe
With how depraved a quality—O Regan!
50ReganI pray you, sir, take patience: I have hope.
You less know how to value her desert
Than she to scant her duty.
51King LearSay, how is that?
52ReganI cannot think my sister in the least
Would fail her obligation: if, sir, perchance
She have restrain’d the riots of your followers,
’Tis on such ground, and to such wholesome end,
As clears her from all blame.
53King LearMy curses on her!
54ReganO, sir, you are old.
Nature in you stands on the very verge
Of her confine: you should be ruled and led
By some discretion, that discerns your state
Better than you yourself. Therefore, I pray you,
That to our sister you do make return;
Say you have wrong’d her, sir.
55King LearAsk her forgiveness?
Do you but mark how this becomes the house:
“Dear daughter, I confess that I am old; Kneeling.
Age is unnecessary: on my knees I beg
That you’ll vouchsafe me raiment, bed, and food.”
56ReganGood sir, no more; these are unsightly tricks:
Return you to my sister.
57King LearRising. Never, Regan:
She hath abated me of half my train;
Look’d 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!
58CornwallFie, sir, fie!
59King LearYou nimble lightnings, dart your blinding flames
Into her scornful eyes! Infect her beauty,
You fen-suck’d fogs, drawn by the powerful sun,
To fall and blast her pride!
60ReganO the blest gods! so will you wish on me,
When the rash mood is on.
61King LearNo, 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 know’st
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 endow’d.
62ReganGood sir, to the purpose.
63King LearWho put my man i’ the stocks? Tucket within.
64CornwallWhat trumpet’s that?
65ReganI know’t, my sister’s: this approves her letter,
That she would soon be here.
66Enter Oswald.
67Is your lady come?
68King LearThis is a slave, whose easy-borrow’d pride
Dwells in the fickle grace of her he follows.
Out, varlet, from my sight!
69CornwallWhat means your grace?
70King LearWho stock’d my servant? Regan, I have good hope
Thou didst not know on’t. Who comes here? O heavens,
71Enter Goneril.
72If you do love old men, if your sweet sway
Allow obedience, if yourselves are old,
Make it your cause; send down, and take my part!
To Goneril. Art not ashamed to look upon this beard?
O Regan, wilt thou take her by the hand?
73GonerilWhy not by the hand, sir? How have I offended?
All’s not offence that indiscretion finds
And dotage terms so.
74King LearO sides, you are too tough;
Will you yet hold? How came my man i’ the stocks?
75CornwallI set him there, sir: but his own disorders
Deserved much less advancement.
76King LearYou! did you?
77ReganI 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.
78King LearReturn to her, and fifty men dismiss’d?
No, rather I abjure all roofs, and choose
To wage against the enmity o’ the 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. Pointing at Oswald.
79GonerilAt your choice, sir.
80King LearI 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.
81ReganNot altogether so:
I look’d 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.
82King LearIs this well spoken?
83ReganI 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.
84GonerilWhy might not you, my lord, receive attendance
From those that she calls servants or from mine?
85ReganWhy not, my lord? If then they chanced to slack you,
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.
86King LearI gave you all—
87ReganAnd in good time you gave it.
88King LearMade you my guardians, my depositaries;
But kept a reservation to be follow’d
With such a number. What, must I come to you
With five and twenty, Regan? said you so?
89ReganAnd speak’t again, my lord; no more with me.
90King LearThose wicked creatures yet do look well-favour’d,
When others are more wicked: not being the worst
Stands in some rank of praise.
To Goneril. I’ll go with thee:
Thy fifty yet doth double five and twenty,
And thou art twice her love.
91GonerilHear 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?
92ReganWhat need one?
93King LearO, reason not the need: our basest beggars
Are in the poorest thing superfluous:
Allow not nature more than nature needs,
Man’s life’s as 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 stir 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; but this heart
Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws,
Or ere I’ll weep. O fool, I shall go mad!
94Exeunt King Lear, Gloucester, Kent, and Fool.
95Storm and tempest.
96CornwallLet us withdraw; ’twill be a storm.
97ReganThis house is little: the old man and his people
Cannot be well bestow’d.
98Goneril’Tis his own blame; hath put himself from rest,
And must needs taste his folly.
99ReganFor his particular, I’ll receive him gladly,
But not one follower.
100GonerilSo am I purposed.
Where is my lord of Gloucester?
101CornwallFollow’d the old man forth: he is return’d.
102Reenter Gloucester.
103GloucesterThe king is in high rage.
104CornwallWhither is he going?
105GloucesterHe calls to horse; but will I know not whither.
106Cornwall’Tis best to give him way; he leads himself.
107GonerilMy lord, entreat him by no means to stay.
108GloucesterAlack, the night comes on, and the bleak winds
Do sorely ruffle; for many miles a bout
There’s scarce a bush.
109ReganO, 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.
110CornwallShut up your doors, my lord; ’tis a wild night:
My Regan counsels well; come out o’ the storm. Exeunt.