Kabanata Kabanata 16 · THE TRAGEDY OF KING LEAR

Contents

ACT I

Scene I. A Room of State in King Lear’s Palace

Scene II. A Hall in the Earl of Gloucester’s Castle

Scene III. A Room in the Duke of Albany’s Palace

Scene IV. A Hall in Albany’s Palace

Scene V. Court before the Duke of Albany’s Palace

ACT II

Scene I. A court within the Castle of the Earl of Gloucester

Scene II. Before Gloucester’s Castle

Scene III. The open Country

Scene IV. Before Gloucester’s Castle

ACT III

Scene I. A Heath

Scene II. Another part of the heath

Scene III. A Room in Gloucester’s Castle

Scene IV. A part of the Heath with a Hovel

Scene V. A Room in Gloucester’s Castle

Scene VI. A Chamber in a Farmhouse adjoining the Castle

Scene VII. A Room in Gloucester’s Castle

ACT IV

Scene I. The heath

Scene II. Before the Duke of Albany’s Palace

Scene III. The French camp near Dover

Scene IV. The French camp. A Tent

Scene V. A Room in Gloucester’s Castle

Scene VI. The country near Dover

Scene VII. A Tent in the French Camp

ACT V

Scene I. The Camp of the British Forces near Dover

Scene II. A field between the two Camps

Scene III. The British Camp near Dover

Dramatis Personæ

LEAR, King of Britain.

GONERIL, eldest daughter to Lear.

REGAN, second daughter to Lear.

CORDELIA, youngest daughter to Lear.

DUKE of ALBANY, married to Goneril.

DUKE of CORNWALL, married to Regan.

KING of FRANCE.

DUKE of BURGUNDY.

EARL of GLOUCESTER.

EDGAR, elder son to Gloucester.

EDMUND, younger bastard son to Gloucester.

EARL of KENT.

FOOL.

OSWALD, steward to Goneril.

CURAN, a Courtier.

OLD MAN, Tenant to Gloucester.

Physician.

An Officer employed by Edmund.

Gentleman, attendant on Cordelia.

A Herald.

Servants to Cornwall.

Knights attending on the King, Officers, Messengers, Soldiers and

Attendants.

SCENE: Britain

ACT I

SCENE I. A Room of State in King Lear’s Palace

Enter Kent, Gloucester and Edmund.

KENT.

I thought the King had more affected the Duke of Albany than Cornwall.

GLOUCESTER.

It did always seem so to us; but now, in the division of the kingdom,

it appears not which of the Dukes he values most, for qualities are so

weighed that curiosity in neither can make choice of either’s moiety.

KENT.

Is not this your son, my lord?

GLOUCESTER.

His breeding, sir, hath been at my charge: I have so often

blush’d to acknowledge him that now I am braz’d to’t.

KENT.

I cannot conceive you.

GLOUCESTER.

Sir, this young fellow’s mother could; whereupon she grew

round-wombed, and had indeed, sir, a son for her cradle ere she

had a husband for her bed. Do you smell a fault?

KENT.

I cannot wish the fault undone, the issue of it being so proper.

GLOUCESTER.

But I have a son, sir, by order of law, some year elder than

this, who yet is no dearer in my account: though this knave came

something saucily to the world before he was sent for, yet was

his mother fair; there was good sport at his making, and the

whoreson must be acknowledged. Do you know this noble gentleman,

Edmund?

EDMUND.

No, my lord.

GLOUCESTER.

My Lord of Kent: remember him hereafter as my honourable friend.

EDMUND.

My services to your lordship.

KENT.

I must love you, and sue to know you better.

EDMUND.

Sir, I shall study deserving.

GLOUCESTER.

He hath been out nine years, and away he shall again. The King

is coming.

[_Sennet within._]

Enter Lear, Cornwall, Albany, Goneril, Regan, Cordelia and Attendants.

LEAR.

Attend the lords of France and Burgundy,

Gloucester.

GLOUCESTER.

I shall, my lord.

[_Exeunt Gloucester and Edmund._]

LEAR.

Meantime we shall express our darker purpose.

Give me the map there. Know that we have divided

In three our kingdom: and ’tis our fast intent

To shake all cares and business from our age;

Conferring them on younger strengths, while we

Unburden’d crawl toward death. Our son of Cornwall,

And you, our no less loving son of Albany,

We have this hour a constant will to publish

Our daughters’ several dowers, that future strife

May be prevented now. The princes, France and Burgundy,

Great rivals in our youngest daughter’s love,

Long in our court have made their amorous sojourn,

And here are to be answer’d. Tell me, my daughters,—

Since now we will divest us both of rule,

Interest of territory, cares of state,—

Which of you shall we say doth love us most?

That we our largest bounty may extend

Where nature doth with merit challenge.—Goneril,

Our eldest born, speak first.

GONERIL.

Sir, I love you more than word can wield the matter;

Dearer than eyesight, space, and liberty;

Beyond what can be valu’d, rich or rare;

No less than life, with grace, health, beauty, honour;

As much as child e’er lov’d, or father found;

A love that makes breath poor and speech unable;

Beyond all manner of so much I love you.

CORDELIA.

[_Aside._] What shall Cordelia speak? Love, and be silent.

LEAR.

Of all these bounds, even from this line to this,

With shadowy forests and with champains rich’d,

With plenteous rivers and wide-skirted meads,

We make thee lady: to thine and Albany’s issue

Be this perpetual.—What says our second daughter,

Our dearest Regan, wife of Cornwall? Speak.

REGAN.

Sir, I am made of the self mettle as my sister,

And prize me at her worth. In my true heart

I find she names my very deed of love;

Only she comes too short, that I profess

Myself an enemy to all other joys

Which the most precious square of sense possesses,

And find I am alone felicitate

In your dear highness’ love.

CORDELIA.

[_Aside._] Then poor Cordelia,

And yet not so; since, I am sure, my love’s

More ponderous than my tongue.

LEAR.

To thee and thine hereditary ever

Remain this ample third of our fair kingdom;

No less in space, validity, and pleasure

Than that conferr’d on Goneril.—Now, our joy,

Although the last and least; to whose young love

The vines of France and milk of Burgundy

Strive to be interess’d; what can you say to draw

A third more opulent than your sisters? Speak.

CORDELIA.

Nothing, my lord.

LEAR.

Nothing?

CORDELIA.

Nothing.

LEAR.

Nothing will come of nothing: speak again.

CORDELIA.

Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave

My heart into my mouth: I love your majesty

According to my bond; no more nor less.

LEAR.

How, how, Cordelia? Mend your speech a little,

Lest you may mar your fortunes.

CORDELIA.

Good my lord,

You have begot me, bred me, lov’d me: I

Return those duties back as are right fit,

Obey you, love you, and most honour you.

Why have my sisters husbands if they say

They love you all? Haply, when I shall wed,

That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry

Half my love with him, half my care and duty:

Sure I shall never marry like my sisters,

To love my father all.

LEAR.

But goes thy heart with this?

CORDELIA.

Ay, my good lord.

LEAR.

So young, and so untender?

CORDELIA.

So young, my lord, and true.

LEAR.

Let it be so, thy truth then be thy dower:

For, by the sacred radiance of the sun,

The mysteries of Hecate and the night;

By all the operation of the orbs,

From whom we do exist and cease to be;

Here I disclaim all my paternal care,

Propinquity and property of blood,

And as a stranger to my heart and me

Hold thee from this for ever. The barbarous Scythian,

Or he that makes his generation messes

To gorge his appetite, shall to my bosom

Be as well neighbour’d, pitied, and reliev’d,

As thou my sometime daughter.

KENT.

Good my liege,—

LEAR.

Peace, Kent!

Come not between the dragon and his wrath.

I lov’d her most, and thought to set my rest

On her kind nursery. [_To Cordelia._] Hence and avoid my sight!

So be my grave my peace, as here I give

Her father’s heart from her! Call France. Who stirs?

Call Burgundy! Cornwall and Albany,

With my two daughters’ dowers digest this third:

Let pride, which she calls plainness, marry her.

I do invest you jointly with my power,

Pre-eminence, and all the large effects

That troop with majesty. Ourself, by monthly course,

With reservation of an hundred knights,

By you to be sustain’d, shall our abode

Make with you by due turn. Only we shall retain

The name, and all the addition to a king; the sway,

Revenue, execution of the rest,

Beloved sons, be yours; which to confirm,

This coronet part between you.

[_Giving the crown._]

KENT.

Royal Lear,

Whom I have ever honour’d as my king,

Lov’d as my father, as my master follow’d,

As my great patron thought on in my prayers.—

LEAR.

The bow is bent and drawn; make from the shaft.

KENT.

Let it fall rather, though the fork invade

The region of my heart: be Kent unmannerly

When Lear is mad. What wouldst thou do, old man?

Think’st thou that duty shall have dread to speak,

When power to flattery bows? To plainness honour’s bound

When majesty falls to folly. Reverse thy state;

And in thy best consideration check

This hideous rashness: answer my life my judgement,

Thy youngest daughter does not love thee least;

Nor are those empty-hearted, whose low sounds

Reverb no hollowness.

LEAR.

Kent, on thy life, no more.

KENT.

My life I never held but as a pawn

To wage against thine enemies; ne’er fear to lose it,

Thy safety being the motive.

LEAR.

Out of my sight!

KENT.

See better, Lear; and let me still remain

The true blank of thine eye.

LEAR.

Now, by Apollo,—

KENT.

Now by Apollo, King,

Thou swear’st thy gods in vain.

LEAR.

O vassal! Miscreant!

[_Laying his hand on his sword._]

ALBANY and CORNWALL.

Dear sir, forbear!

KENT.

Kill thy physician, and the fee bestow

Upon the foul disease. Revoke thy gift,

Or, whilst I can vent clamour from my throat,

I’ll tell thee thou dost evil.

LEAR.

Hear me, recreant! on thine allegiance, hear me!

Since thou hast sought to make us break our vows,

Which we durst never yet, and with strain’d pride

To come betwixt our sentences and our power,

Which nor our nature, nor our place can bear,

Our potency made good, take thy reward.

Five days we do allot thee for provision,

To shield thee from disasters of the world;

And on the sixth to turn thy hated back

Upon our kingdom: if, on the next day following,

Thy banish’d trunk be found in our dominions,

The moment is thy death. Away! By Jupiter,

This shall not be revok’d.

KENT.

Fare thee well, King: sith thus thou wilt appear,

Freedom lives hence, and banishment is here.

[_To Cordelia._] The gods to their dear shelter take thee, maid,

That justly think’st and hast most rightly said!

[_To Goneril and Regan._] And your large speeches may your deeds

approve,

That good effects may spring from words of love.

Thus Kent, O princes, bids you all adieu;

He’ll shape his old course in a country new.

[_Exit._]

Flourish. Re-enter Gloucester, with France, Burgundy and Attendants.

CORDELIA.

Here’s France and Burgundy, my noble lord.

LEAR.

My Lord of Burgundy,

We first address toward you, who with this king

Hath rivall’d for our daughter: what in the least

Will you require in present dower with her,

Or cease your quest of love?

BURGUNDY.

Most royal majesty,

I crave no more than hath your highness offer’d,

Nor will you tender less.

LEAR.

Right noble Burgundy,

When she was dear to us, we did hold her so;

But now her price is fall’n. Sir, there she stands:

If aught within that little-seeming substance,

Or all of it, with our displeasure piec’d,

And nothing more, may fitly like your grace,

She’s there, and she is yours.

BURGUNDY.

I know no answer.

LEAR.

Will you, with those infirmities she owes,

Unfriended, new adopted to our hate,

Dower’d with our curse, and stranger’d with our oath,

Take her or leave her?

BURGUNDY.

Pardon me, royal sir;

Election makes not up in such conditions.

LEAR.

Then leave her, sir; for, by the power that made me,

I tell you all her wealth. [_To France_] For you, great king,

I would not from your love make such a stray

To match you where I hate; therefore beseech you

T’avert your liking a more worthier way

Than on a wretch whom nature is asham’d

Almost t’acknowledge hers.

FRANCE.

This is most strange,

That she, who even but now was your best object,

The argument of your praise, balm of your age,

The best, the dearest, should in this trice of time

Commit a thing so monstrous, to dismantle

So many folds of favour. Sure her offence

Must be of such unnatural degree

That monsters it, or your fore-vouch’d affection

Fall into taint; which to believe of her

Must be a faith that reason without miracle

Should never plant in me.

CORDELIA.

I yet beseech your majesty,

If for I want that glib and oily art

To speak and purpose not; since what I well intend,

I’ll do’t before I speak,—that you make known

It is no vicious blot, murder, or foulness,

No unchaste action or dishonour’d step,

That hath depriv’d me of your grace and favour;

But even for want of that for which I am richer,

A still soliciting eye, and such a tongue

As I am glad I have not, though not to have it

Hath lost me in your liking.

LEAR.

Better thou hadst

Not been born than not to have pleas’d me better.

FRANCE.

Is it but this?—a tardiness in nature

Which often leaves the history unspoke

That it intends to do? My lord of Burgundy,

What say you to the lady? Love’s not love

When it is mingled with regards that stands

Aloof from the entire point. Will you have her?

She is herself a dowry.

BURGUNDY.

Royal King,

Give but that portion which yourself propos’d,

And here I take Cordelia by the hand,

Duchess of Burgundy.

LEAR.

Nothing: I have sworn; I am firm.

BURGUNDY.

I am sorry, then, you have so lost a father

That you must lose a husband.

CORDELIA.

Peace be with Burgundy!

Since that respects of fortunes are his love,

I shall not be his wife.

FRANCE.

Fairest Cordelia, that art most rich, being poor;

Most choice forsaken; and most lov’d, despis’d!

Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon:

Be it lawful, I take up what’s cast away.

Gods, gods! ’Tis strange that from their cold’st neglect

My love should kindle to inflam’d respect.

Thy dowerless daughter, King, thrown to my chance,

Is queen of us, of ours, and our fair France:

Not all the dukes of waterish Burgundy

Can buy this unpriz’d precious maid of me.

Bid them farewell, Cordelia, though unkind:

Thou losest here, a better where to find.

LEAR.

Thou hast her, France: let her be thine; for we

Have no such daughter, nor shall ever see

That face of hers again. Therefore be gone

Without our grace, our love, our benison.

Come, noble Burgundy.

[_Flourish. Exeunt Lear, Burgundy, Cornwall, Albany, Gloucester and

Attendants._]

FRANCE.

Bid farewell to your sisters.

CORDELIA.

The jewels of our father, with wash’d eyes

Cordelia leaves you: I know you what you are;

And like a sister am most loath to call

Your faults as they are nam’d. Love well our father:

To your professed bosoms I commit him:

But yet, alas, stood I within his grace,

I would prefer him to a better place.

So farewell to you both.

REGAN.

Prescribe not us our duties.

GONERIL.

Let your study

Be to content your lord, who hath receiv’d you

At fortune’s alms. You have obedience scanted,

And well are worth the want that you have wanted.

CORDELIA.

Time shall unfold what plighted cunning hides:

Who covers faults, at last shame derides.

Well may you prosper.

FRANCE.

Come, my fair Cordelia.

[_Exeunt France and Cordelia._]

GONERIL.

Sister, it is not little I have to say of what most nearly

appertains to us both. I think our father will hence tonight.

REGAN.

That’s most certain, and with you; next month with us.

GONERIL.

You see how full of changes his age is; the observation we

have made of it hath not been little: he always loved our

sister most; and with what poor judgement he hath now cast her

off appears too grossly.

REGAN.

’Tis the infirmity of his age: yet he hath ever but slenderly

known himself.

GONERIL.

The best and soundest of his time hath been but rash; then must

we look from his age to receive not alone the imperfections of

long-engrafted condition, but therewithal the unruly waywardness

that infirm and choleric years bring with them.

REGAN.

Such unconstant starts are we like to have from him as this of Kent’s

banishment.

GONERIL.

There is further compliment of leave-taking between France and

him. Pray you let us hit together: if our father carry authority

with such disposition as he bears, this last surrender of his

will but offend us.

REGAN.

We shall further think of it.

GONERIL.

We must do something, and i’ th’ heat.

[_Exeunt._]

SCENE II. A Hall in the Earl of Gloucester’s Castle

Enter Edmund with a

letter.

EDMUND.

Thou, Nature, art my goddess; to thy law

My services are bound. Wherefore should I

Stand in the plague of custom, and permit

The curiosity of nations to deprive me?

For that I am some twelve or fourteen moonshines

Lag of a brother? Why bastard? Wherefore base?

When my dimensions are as well compact,

My mind as generous, and my shape as true

As honest madam’s issue? Why brand they us

With base? With baseness? bastardy? Base, base?

Who, in the lusty stealth of nature, take

More composition and fierce quality

Than doth within a dull stale tired bed

Go to the creating a whole tribe of fops

Got ’tween asleep and wake? Well then,

Legitimate Edgar, I must have your land:

Our father’s love is to the bastard Edmund

As to the legitimate: fine word: legitimate!

Well, my legitimate, if this letter speed,

And my invention thrive, Edmund the base

Shall top the legitimate. I grow, I prosper.

Now, gods, stand up for bastards!

Enter Gloucester.

GLOUCESTER.

Kent banish’d thus! and France in choler parted!

And the King gone tonight! Prescrib’d his pow’r!

Confin’d to exhibition! All this done

Upon the gad!—Edmund, how now! What news?

EDMUND.

So please your lordship, none.

[_Putting up the letter._]

GLOUCESTER.

Why so earnestly seek you to put up that letter?

EDMUND.

I know no news, my lord.

GLOUCESTER.

What paper were you reading?

EDMUND.

Nothing, my lord.

GLOUCESTER.

No? What needed then that terrible dispatch of it into your pocket? The

quality of nothing hath not such need to hide itself. Let’s see. Come,

if it be nothing, I shall not need spectacles.

EDMUND.

I beseech you, sir, pardon me. It is a letter from my brother that I

have not all o’er-read; and for so much as I have perus’d, I find it

not fit for your o’er-looking.

GLOUCESTER.

Give me the letter, sir.

EDMUND.

I shall offend, either to detain or give it. The contents, as in

part I understand them, are to blame.

GLOUCESTER.

Let’s see, let’s see!

EDMUND.

I hope, for my brother’s justification, he wrote this but as an

essay, or taste of my virtue.

GLOUCESTER.

[_Reads._] ‘This policy and reverence of age makes the world

bitter to the best of our times; keeps our fortunes from us

till our oldness cannot relish them. I begin to find an idle

and fond bondage in the oppression of aged tyranny; who sways

not as it hath power, but as it is suffered. Come to me, that

of this I may speak more. If our father would sleep till I

waked him, you should enjoy half his revenue for ever, and live

the beloved of your brother EDGAR.’

Hum! Conspiracy? ‘Sleep till I wake him, you should enjoy half

his revenue.’—My son Edgar! Had he a hand to write this? A heart

and brain to breed it in? When came this to you? Who brought it?

EDMUND.

It was not brought me, my lord, there’s the cunning of it. I

found it thrown in at the casement of my closet.

GLOUCESTER.

You know the character to be your brother’s?

EDMUND.

If the matter were good, my lord, I durst swear it were his; but

in respect of that, I would fain think it were not.

GLOUCESTER.

It is his.

EDMUND.

It is his hand, my lord; but I hope his heart is not in the

contents.

GLOUCESTER.

Has he never before sounded you in this business?

EDMUND.

Never, my lord. But I have heard him oft maintain it to be fit

that, sons at perfect age, and fathers declined, the father

should be as ward to the son, and the son manage his revenue.

GLOUCESTER.

O villain, villain! His very opinion in the letter! Abhorred

villain! Unnatural, detested, brutish villain! worse than

brutish! Go, sirrah, seek him; I’ll apprehend him. Abominable

villain, Where is he?

EDMUND.

I do not well know, my lord. If it shall please you to suspend

your indignation against my brother till you can derive from him

better testimony of his intent, you should run a certain course;

where, if you violently proceed against him, mistaking his

purpose, it would make a great gap in your own honour, and shake

in pieces the heart of his obedience. I dare pawn down my life

for him, that he hath writ this to feel my affection to your

honour, and to no other pretence of danger.

GLOUCESTER.

Think you so?

EDMUND.

If your honour judge it meet, I will place you where you shall hear us

confer of this, and by an auricular assurance have your satisfaction,

and that without any further delay than this very evening.

GLOUCESTER.

He cannot be such a monster.

EDMUND.

Nor is not, sure.

GLOUCESTER.

To his father, that so tenderly and entirely loves him. Heaven

and earth! Edmund, seek him out; wind me into him, I pray you:

frame the business after your own wisdom. I would unstate myself

to be in a due resolution.

EDMUND.

I will seek him, sir, presently; convey the business as I shall

find means, and acquaint you withal.

GLOUCESTER.

These late eclipses in the sun and moon portend no good to us:

though the wisdom of Nature can reason it thus and thus, yet

nature finds itself scourged by the sequent effects. Love cools,

friendship falls off, brothers divide: in cities, mutinies; in

countries, discord; in palaces, treason; and the bond cracked

’twixt son and father. This villain of mine comes under the

prediction; there’s son against father: the King falls from

bias of nature; there’s father against child. We have seen the

best of our time. Machinations, hollowness, treachery, and all

ruinous disorders follow us disquietly to our graves. Find out

this villain, Edmund; it shall lose thee nothing; do it

carefully.—And the noble and true-hearted Kent banished! his

offence, honesty! ’Tis strange.

[_Exit._]

EDMUND.

This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are

sick in fortune, often the surfeits of our own behaviour, we

make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars; as

if we were villains on necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion;

knaves, thieves, and treachers by spherical predominance;

drunkards, liars, and adulterers by an enforced obedience of

planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine

thrusting on. An admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his

goatish disposition to the charge of a star. My father compounded

with my mother under the dragon’s tail, and my nativity was under

Ursa Major, so that it follows I am rough and lecherous. Fut! I

should have been that I am, had the maidenliest star in the

firmament twinkled on my bastardizing.

Enter Edgar.

Pat! he comes, like the catastrophe of the old comedy: my cue

is villainous melancholy, with a sigh like Tom o’Bedlam.—O,

these eclipses do portend these divisions! Fa, sol, la, mi.

EDGAR.

How now, brother Edmund, what serious contemplation are you in?

EDMUND.

I am thinking, brother, of a prediction I read this other day,

what should follow these eclipses.

EDGAR.

Do you busy yourself with that?

EDMUND.

I promise you, the effects he writes of succeed unhappily: as of

unnaturalness between the child and the parent; death, dearth,

dissolutions of ancient amities; divisions in state, menaces and

maledictions against King and nobles; needless diffidences,

banishment of friends, dissipation of cohorts, nuptial breaches,

and I know not what.

EDGAR.

How long have you been a sectary astronomical?

EDMUND.

Come, come! when saw you my father last?

EDGAR.

The night gone by.

EDMUND.

Spake you with him?

EDGAR.

Ay, two hours together.

EDMUND.

Parted you in good terms? Found you no displeasure in him, by word

nor countenance?

EDGAR.

None at all.

EDMUND.

Bethink yourself wherein you may have offended him: and at my

entreaty forbear his presence until some little time hath

qualified the heat of his displeasure; which at this instant so

rageth in him that with the mischief of your person it would

scarcely allay.

EDGAR.

Some villain hath done me wrong.

EDMUND.

That’s my fear. I pray you have a continent forbearance till the

speed of his rage goes slower; and, as I say, retire with me to

my lodging, from whence I will fitly bring you to hear my lord

speak: pray ye, go; there’s my key. If you do stir abroad, go

armed.

EDGAR.

Armed, brother?

EDMUND.

Brother, I advise you to the best; I am no honest man

if there be any good meaning toward you: I have told you what I

have seen and heard. But faintly; nothing like the image and

horror of it: pray you, away!

EDGAR.

Shall I hear from you anon?

EDMUND.

I do serve you in this business.

[_Exit Edgar._]

A credulous father! and a brother noble,

Whose nature is so far from doing harms

That he suspects none; on whose foolish honesty

My practices ride easy! I see the business.

Let me, if not by birth, have lands by wit;

All with me’s meet that I can fashion fit.

[_Exit._]

SCENE III. A Room in the Duke of Albany’s Palace

Enter Goneril and Oswald.

GONERIL.

Did my father strike my gentleman for chiding of his fool?

OSWALD.

Ay, madam.

GONERIL.

By day and night, he wrongs me; every hour

He flashes into one gross crime or other,

That sets us all at odds; I’ll not endure it:

His knights grow riotous, and himself upbraids us

On every trifle. When he returns from hunting,

I will not speak with him; say I am sick.

If you come slack of former services,

You shall do well; the fault of it I’ll answer.

[_Horns within._]

OSWALD.

He’s coming, madam; I hear him.

GONERIL.

Put on what weary negligence you please,

You and your fellows; I’d have it come to question:

If he distaste it, let him to our sister,

Whose mind and mine, I know, in that are one,

Not to be overruled. Idle old man,

That still would manage those authorities

That he hath given away! Now, by my life,

Old fools are babes again; and must be us’d

With checks as flatteries, when they are seen abus’d.

Remember what I have said.

OSWALD.

Very well, madam.

GONERIL.

And let his knights have colder looks among you;

What grows of it, no matter; advise your fellows so;

I would breed from hence occasions, and I shall,

That I may speak. I’ll write straight to my sister

To hold my very course. Prepare for dinner.

[_Exeunt._]

SCENE IV. A Hall in Albany’s Palace

Enter Kent, disguised.

KENT.

If but as well I other accents borrow,

That can my speech defuse, my good intent

May carry through itself to that full issue

For which I rais’d my likeness. Now, banish’d Kent,

If thou canst serve where thou dost stand condemn’d,

So may it come, thy master, whom thou lov’st,

Shall find thee full of labours.

Horns within. Enter King

Lear, Knights and Attendants.

LEAR.

Let me not stay a jot for dinner; go get it ready.

[_Exit an Attendant._]

How now! what art thou?

KENT.

A man, sir.

LEAR.

What dost thou profess? What wouldst thou with us?

KENT.

I do profess to be no less than I seem; to serve him truly that

will put me in trust; to love him that is honest; to converse

with him that is wise and says little; to fear judgement; to fight

when I cannot choose; and to eat no fish.

LEAR.

What art thou?

KENT.

A very honest-hearted fellow, and as poor as the King.

LEAR.

If thou be’st as poor for a subject as he’s for a king, thou art

poor enough. What wouldst thou?

KENT.

Service.

LEAR.

Who wouldst thou serve?

KENT.

You.

LEAR.

Dost thou know me, fellow?

KENT.

No, sir; but you have that in your countenance which I would fain

call master.

LEAR.

What’s that?

KENT.

Authority.

LEAR.

What services canst thou do?

KENT.

I can keep honest counsel, ride, run, mar a curious tale in

telling it and deliver a plain message bluntly. That which

ordinary men are fit for, I am qualified in, and the best of

me is diligence.

LEAR.

How old art thou?

KENT.

Not so young, sir, to love a woman for singing; nor so old to

dote on her for anything: I have years on my back forty-eight.

LEAR.

Follow me; thou shalt serve me. If I like thee no worse after dinner, I

will not part from thee yet. Dinner, ho, dinner! Where’s my knave? my

fool? Go you and call my fool hither.

[_Exit an Attendant._]

Enter Oswald.

You, you, sirrah, where’s my daughter?

OSWALD.

So please you,—

[_Exit._]

LEAR.

What says the fellow there? Call the clotpoll back.

[_Exit a Knight._]

Where’s my fool? Ho, I think the world’s asleep.

Re-enter Knight.

How now! where’s that mongrel?

KNIGHT.

He says, my lord, your daughter is not well.

LEAR.

Why came not the slave back to me when I called him?

KNIGHT.

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; but to my judgement your

highness is not entertained with that ceremonious affection as

you were wont; there’s a great abatement of kindness appears as

well in the general dependants as in the Duke himself also, and

your daughter.

LEAR.

Ha! say’st thou so?

KNIGHT.

I beseech you pardon me, my lord, if I be mistaken; for my duty

cannot be silent when I think your highness wronged.

LEAR.

Thou but rememberest me of mine own conception: I have perceived

a most faint neglect of late; which I have rather blamed as mine

own jealous curiosity than as a very pretence and purpose of

unkindness: I will look further into’t. But where’s my fool? I

have not seen him this two days.

KNIGHT.

Since my young lady’s going into France, sir, the fool hath much

pined away.

LEAR.

No more of that; I have noted it well. Go you and tell my

daughter I would speak with her.

[_Exit Attendant._]

Go you, call hither my fool.

[_Exit another Attendant._]

Re-enter Oswald.

O, you, sir, you, come you hither, sir: who am I, sir?

OSWALD.

My lady’s father.

LEAR.

My lady’s father! my lord’s knave: you whoreson dog! you slave! you

cur!

OSWALD.

I am none of these, my lord; I beseech your pardon.

LEAR.

Do you bandy looks with me, you rascal?

[_Striking him._]

OSWALD.

I’ll not be struck, my lord.

KENT.

Nor tripp’d neither, you base football player.

[_Tripping up his heels._]

LEAR.

I thank thee, fellow. Thou serv’st me, and I’ll love thee.

KENT.

Come, sir, arise, away! I’ll teach you differences: away, away! If you

will measure your lubber’s length again, tarry; but away! go to; have

you wisdom? So.

[_Pushes Oswald out._]

LEAR.

Now, my friendly knave, I thank thee: there’s earnest of thy service.

[_Giving Kent money._]

Enter Fool.

FOOL.

Let me hire him too; here’s my coxcomb.

[_Giving Kent his cap._]

LEAR.

How now, my pretty knave, how dost thou?

FOOL.

Sirrah, you were best take my coxcomb.

KENT.

Why, fool?

FOOL.

Why, for taking one’s part that’s out of favour. Nay, an thou

canst not smile as the wind sits, thou’lt catch cold shortly:

there, take my coxcomb: why, this fellow has banish’d two on’s

daughters, and did the third a blessing against his will; if

thou follow him, thou must needs wear my coxcomb. How now,

nuncle! Would I had two coxcombs and two daughters!

LEAR.

Why, my boy?

FOOL.

If I gave them all my living, I’d keep my coxcombs myself. There’s

mine; beg another of thy daughters.

LEAR.

Take heed, sirrah, the whip.

FOOL.

Truth’s a dog must to kennel; he must be whipped out, when

the Lady Brach may stand by the fire and stink.

LEAR.

A pestilent gall to me!

FOOL.

Sirrah, I’ll teach thee a speech.

LEAR.

Do.

FOOL.

Mark it, nuncle:

Have more than thou showest,

Speak less than thou knowest,

Lend less than thou owest,

Ride more than thou goest,

Learn more than thou trowest,

Set less than thou throwest;

Leave thy drink and thy whore,

And keep in-a-door,

And thou shalt have more

Than two tens to a score.

KENT.

This is nothing, fool.

FOOL.

Then ’tis like the breath of an unfee’d lawyer, you gave me

nothing for’t. Can you make no use of nothing, nuncle?

LEAR.

Why, no, boy; nothing can be made out of nothing.

FOOL.

[_to Kent._] Prithee tell him, so much the rent of his land

comes to: he will not believe a fool.

LEAR.

A bitter fool.

FOOL.

Dost thou know the difference, my boy, between a bitter fool and

a sweet one?

LEAR.

No, lad; teach me.

FOOL.

That lord that counsell’d thee

To give away thy land,

Come place him here by me,

Do thou for him stand.

The sweet and bitter fool

Will presently appear;

The one in motley here,

The other found out there.

LEAR.

Dost thou call me fool, boy?

FOOL.

All thy other titles thou hast given away; that thou wast born

with.

KENT.

This is not altogether fool, my lord.

FOOL.

No, faith; lords and great men will not let me; if I had a

monopoly out, they would have part on’t and ladies too, they

will not let me have all the fool to myself; they’ll be

snatching. Nuncle, give me an egg, and I’ll give thee two

crowns.

LEAR.

What two crowns shall they be?

FOOL.

Why, after I have cut the egg i’ the middle and eat up the

meat, the two crowns of the egg. When thou clovest thy crown i’

the middle and gav’st away both parts, thou bor’st thine ass on

thy back o’er the dirt: thou hadst little wit in thy bald crown

when thou gav’st thy golden one away. If I speak like myself in

this, let him be whipped that first finds it so.

[_Singing._]

Fools had ne’er less grace in a year;

For wise men are grown foppish,

And know not how their wits to wear,

Their manners are so apish.

LEAR.

When were you wont to be so full of songs, sirrah?

FOOL.

I have used it, nuncle, e’er since thou mad’st thy daughters thy

mothers; for when thou gav’st them the rod, and put’st down thine

own breeches,

[_Singing._]

Then they for sudden joy did weep,

And I for sorrow sung,

That such a king should play bo-peep,

And go the fools among.

Prithee, nuncle, keep a schoolmaster that can teach thy fool to

lie; I would fain learn to lie.

LEAR.

An 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 o’thing than a fool: and yet I would not be thee,

nuncle: thou hast pared thy wit o’both sides, and left nothing

i’ 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 hadst 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. [_To Goneril._]

Yes, forsooth, I will hold my tongue. So your face bids me, though

you say nothing. Mum, mum,

He that keeps nor crust nor crum,

Weary of all, shall want some.

[_Pointing to Lear_.] That’s a shealed peascod.

GONERIL.

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,

To have found a safe redress; but now grow fearful,

By what yourself too late have spoke and done,

That you protect this course, and put it on

By your allowance; which if you should, the fault

Would not scape censure, nor the redresses sleep,

Which, in the tender of a wholesome weal,

Might in their working do you that offence

Which else were shame, that then necessity

Will call discreet proceeding.

FOOL.

For you know, nuncle,

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?

GONERIL.

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.

Doth any here know me? This is not Lear;

Doth Lear walk thus? speak thus? Where are his eyes?

Either his notion weakens, his discernings

Are lethargied. Ha! waking? ’Tis not so!

Who is it that can tell me who I am?

FOOL.

Lear’s shadow.

LEAR.

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.

LEAR.

Your name, fair gentlewoman?

GONERIL.

This admiration, sir, is much o’ the favour

Of other your new pranks. I do beseech you

To understand my purposes aright:

As you are old and reverend, you should be wise.

Here do you keep a hundred knights and squires;

Men so disorder’d, so debosh’d and bold

That this our court, infected with their manners,

Shows like a riotous inn. Epicurism and lust

Makes it more like a tavern or a brothel

Than a grac’d palace. The shame itself doth speak

For instant remedy. Be, then, desir’d

By her that else will take the thing she begs

A little to disquantity your train;

And the remainder that shall still depend,

To be such men as may besort your age,

Which know themselves, and you.

LEAR.

Darkness and devils!

Saddle my horses; call my train together.

Degenerate bastard! I’ll not trouble thee:

Yet have I left a daughter.

GONERIL.

You strike my people; and your disorder’d rabble

Make servants of their betters.

Enter Albany.

LEAR.

Woe that too late repents!—

[_To Albany._] O, sir, are you come?

Is it your will? Speak, sir.—Prepare my horses.

Ingratitude, thou marble-hearted fiend,

More hideous when thou show’st thee in a child

Than the sea-monster!

ALBANY.

Pray, sir, be patient.

LEAR.

[_to Goneril._] Detested kite, thou liest.

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!

[_Striking his head._] Beat at this gate that let thy folly in

And thy dear judgement out! Go, go, my people.

ALBANY.

My lord, I am guiltless, as I am ignorant

Of what hath moved you.

LEAR.

It may be so, my lord.

Hear, nature, hear; dear goddess, hear!

Suspend thy purpose, if thou didst intend

To make this creature fruitful!

Into her womb convey sterility!

Dry up in her the organs of increase;

And from her derogate body never spring

A babe to honour her! If she must teem,

Create her child of spleen, that it may live

And be a thwart disnatur’d torment to her!

Let it stamp wrinkles in her brow of youth;

With cadent tears fret channels in her cheeks;

Turn all her mother’s pains and benefits

To laughter and contempt; that she may feel

How sharper than a serpent’s tooth it is

To have a thankless child! Away, away!

[_Exit._]

ALBANY.

Now, gods that we adore, whereof comes this?

GONERIL.

Never afflict yourself to know more of it;

But let his disposition have that scope

That dotage gives it.

Re-enter Lear.

LEAR.

What, fifty of my followers at a clap?

Within a fortnight?

ALBANY.

What’s the matter, sir?

LEAR.

I’ll tell thee. [_To Goneril._] Life and death! I am

asham’d

That thou hast power to shake my manhood thus;

That these hot tears, which break from me perforce,

Should make thee worth them. Blasts and fogs upon thee!

Th’untented woundings of a father’s curse

Pierce every sense about thee! Old fond eyes,

Beweep this cause again, I’ll pluck ye out,

And cast you with the waters that you lose

To temper clay. Ha! Let it be so.

I have another daughter,

Who, I am sure, is kind and comfortable:

When she shall hear this of thee, with her nails

She’ll flay thy wolvish visage. Thou shalt find

That I’ll resume the shape which thou dost think

I have cast off for ever.

[_Exeunt Lear, Kent and Attendants._]

GONERIL.

Do you mark that?

ALBANY.

I cannot be so partial, Goneril,

To the great love I bear you,—

GONERIL.

Pray you, content. What, Oswald, ho!

[_To the Fool._] You, sir, more knave than fool, after your master.

FOOL.

Nuncle Lear, nuncle Lear, tarry and take the fool with thee.

A fox when one has caught her,

And such a daughter,

Should sure to the slaughter,

If my cap would buy a halter;

So the fool follows after.

[_Exit._]

GONERIL.

This man hath had good counsel.—A hundred knights!

’Tis politic and safe to let him keep

At point a hundred knights: yes, that on every dream,

Each buzz, each fancy, each complaint, dislike,

He may enguard his dotage with their powers,

And hold our lives in mercy. Oswald, I say!

ALBANY.

Well, you may fear too far.

GONERIL.

Safer than trust too far:

Let me still take away the harms I fear,

Not fear still to be taken: I know his heart.

What he hath utter’d I have writ my sister:

If she sustain him and his hundred knights,

When I have show’d th’unfitness,—

Re-enter Oswald.

How now, Oswald!

What, have you writ that letter to my sister?

OSWALD.

Ay, madam.

GONERIL.

Take you some company, and away to horse:

Inform her full of my particular fear;

And thereto add such reasons of your own

As may compact it more. Get you gone;

And hasten your return.

[_Exit Oswald._]

No, no, my lord!

This milky gentleness and course of yours,

Though I condemn not, yet, under pardon,

You are much more attask’d for want of wisdom

Than prais’d for harmful mildness.

ALBANY.

How far your eyes may pierce I cannot tell:

Striving to better, oft we mar what’s well.

GONERIL.

Nay then,—

ALBANY.

Well, well; the event.

[_Exeunt._]

SCENE V. Court before the Duke of Albany’s Palace

Enter Lear, Kent and Fool.

LEAR.

Go you before to Gloucester with these letters: acquaint my

daughter no further with anything you know than comes from her

demand out of the letter. If your diligence be not speedy, I

shall be there afore you.

KENT.

I will not sleep, my lord, till I have delivered your letter.

[_Exit._]

FOOL.

If a man’s brains were in’s heels, were’t not in danger of

kibes?

LEAR.

Ay, boy.

FOOL.

Then I prithee be merry; thy wit shall not go slipshod.

LEAR.

Ha, ha, ha!

FOOL.

Shalt see thy other daughter will use thee kindly, for though

she’s as like this as a crab’s like an apple, yet I can tell

what I can tell.

LEAR.

What canst tell, boy?

FOOL.

She’ll taste as like this as a crab does to a crab. Thou

canst tell why one’s nose stands i’the middle on’s face?

LEAR.

No.

FOOL.

Why, to keep one’s eyes of either side’s nose, that what a man

cannot smell out, he may spy into.

LEAR.

I did her wrong.

FOOL.

Canst tell how an oyster makes his shell?

LEAR.

No.

FOOL.

Nor I neither; but I can tell why a snail has a house.

LEAR.

Why?

FOOL.

Why, to put’s head in; not to give it away to his daughters, and

leave his horns without a case.

LEAR.

I will forget my nature. So kind a father! Be my horses ready?

FOOL.

Thy asses are gone about ’em. The reason why the seven stars are

no more than seven is a pretty reason.

LEAR.

Because they are not eight?

FOOL.

Yes indeed: thou wouldst make a good fool.

LEAR.

To tak’t again perforce!—Monster ingratitude!

FOOL.

If thou wert my fool, nuncle, I’d have thee beaten for being

old before thy time.

LEAR.

How’s that?

FOOL.

Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise.

LEAR.

O, let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven!

Keep me in temper; I would not be mad!

Enter Gentleman.

How now? are the horses ready?

GENTLEMAN.

Ready, my lord.

LEAR.

Come, boy.

FOOL.

She that’s a maid now, and laughs at my departure,

Shall not be a maid long, unless things be cut shorter.

[_Exeunt._]

ACT II

SCENE I. A court within the Castle of the Earl of Gloucester

Enter Edmund and Curan, meeting.

EDMUND.

Save thee, Curan.

CURAN.

And you, sir. I have been with your father, and given him

notice that the Duke of Cornwall and Regan his Duchess will be

here with him this night.

EDMUND.

How comes that?

CURAN.

Nay, I know not. You have heard of the news abroad; I mean the

whispered ones, for they are yet but ear-kissing arguments?

EDMUND.

Not I: pray you, what are they?

CURAN.

Have you heard of no likely wars toward, ’twixt the two dukes

of Cornwall and Albany?

EDMUND.

Not a word.

CURAN.

You may do, then, in time. Fare you well, sir.

[_Exit._]

EDMUND.

The Duke be here tonight? The better! best!

This weaves itself perforce into my business.

My father hath set guard to take my brother;

And I have one thing, of a queasy question,

Which I must act. Briefness and fortune work!

Brother, a word, descend, brother, I say!

Enter Edgar.

My father watches: O sir, fly this place;

Intelligence is given where you are hid;

You have now the good advantage of the night.

Have you not spoken ’gainst the Duke of Cornwall?

He’s coming hither; now, i’ the night, i’ the haste,

And Regan with him: have you nothing said

Upon his party ’gainst the Duke of Albany?

Advise yourself.

EDGAR.

I am sure on’t, not a word.

EDMUND.

I hear my father coming:—pardon me;

In cunning I must draw my sword upon you:

Draw: seem to defend yourself: now quit you well.

Yield: come before my father. Light, ho, here!

Fly, brother. Torches, torches!—So farewell.

[_Exit Edgar._]

Some blood drawn on me would beget opinion

Of my more fierce endeavour: [_Wounds his arm._]

I have seen drunkards

Do more than this in sport. Father, father!

Stop, stop! No help?

Enter Gloucester and

Servants with torches.

GLOUCESTER.