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Then they for sudden joy did weep,
And I for sorrow sung,
And go the fools among.
Pr’ythee, nuncle, keep a school-master that can teach thy fool to lie; I would fain learn to lie.
Lear. If you lie, sirrah, we'll have you whipped.
Fool. I marvel, what kin thou and thy daughters are: they'll have me whipped for speaking true, thou'lt have me whipped for lying; and, sometimes, I am whipped for holding my peace. I had rather be any kind of thing, than a fool: and yet I would not be thee, nuncle; thou hast pared thy wit o’both sides, and left nothing in the middle: Here comes one o’the parings.
Enter Goneril. Lear. How now, daughter? what makes that frontlet on ? Methinks, you are too much of late i’the frown.
Fool. Thou wast a pretty fellow, when thou had'st no need to care for her frowning ; now thou art an O without a figure: I am better than thou art now ; I am a fool, thou art nothing.–Yes, forsooth, I will hold my tongue; so your face [To Gon.) bids me, though you say nothing. Mum, mum,
He that keeps nor crust nor crum,
Weary of all, shall want some.That's a shealed peascod.
[Pointing to LEAR. Gon. Not only, sir, this your all-licens'd fool, But other of your insolent retinue, Do hourly carp and quarrel; breaking forth In rank and not-to-be-endured riots. Sir,
I had thought, by making this well known unto you,
The hedge-sparrow fed the cuckoo so long,
That it had its head bit off by its young.
Lear. Are you our daughter ? Gon. Come, sir, I would, you would make use of that good wisdom whereof I know you are fraught; and put away these dispositions, which of late transform you from what you rightly are.
Fool. May not an ass know when the cart draws the horse ?-Whoop, Jug! I love thee.
Lear. Does any here know me?-Why this is not Lear: does Lear walk thus? speak thus ? Where are his eyes ? Either his notion weakens, or his discernings are lethargied.—Sleeping or waking ?-Ha! sure 'tis not 50.—Who is it that can tell me who I am ?-Lear's shadow? I would learn that; for by the marks of sovereignty, knowledge, and reason, I should be false persuaded I had daughters.
Fool. Which they will make an obedient father.
This admiration is much o'the favour
Lear. Darkness and devils !
Gon. You strike my people; and your disorder'd rabble Make servants of their betters.
Alb. Pray, sir, be patient.
Lear. Detested kite! thou liest : [To GONERIL. My train are men of choice and rarest parts, That all particulars of duty know; And in the most exact regard support The worships of their name.-O most small fault, How ugly didst thou in Cordelia show! Which, like an engine, wrench'd my frame of nature From the fix'd place; drew from my heart all love, And added to the gall. O Lear, Lear, Lear! Beat at this gate, that let thy folly in,
[Striking his Head. And thy dear judgment out !-Go, go, my people.
Alb. My lord, I am guiltless, as I am ignorant
Lear. It may be so, my lord.—Hear, nature, hear;
Alb. Now, gods, that we adore, whereof comes this?
But let his disposition have that scope,
Alb. What's the matter, sir?
Lear. I'll tell thee ;-Life and death! I am asham’d, That thou hast power to shake my manhood thus :
[To GONERIL. That these hot tears, which break from me perforce, Should make thee worth them.-Blasts and fogs upon
[Exeunt LEAR, KENT, and Attendants. Gon. Do you mark that, my lord ?
Alb. I cannot be so partial, Goneril, To the great love I bear you,
Gon. Pray you, content.—What, Oswald, ho!You, sir, more knave than fool, after your master.
[To the Fool.