Enter the Gentleman pursued by Kent. Gloft. Now, what's the Matter? Duke. Keep Peace upon your Lives; he dies that Whence, and what are ye ? [ftrikes. Att. Sir, they are Meffengers, the one from you Sister, the other from the King. Duke. Your Difference, fpeak. Gent. I'm fcarce in Breath, my Lord. Kent. No Marvel, you have fo beftir'd your Valour. Nature disclaims the Daftard; a Taylor made him. Duke. Speak yet, how grew your Quarrel? Gent. Sir, this old Ruffian here, whofe Life I fpared, In Pity to his Beard Kent. Thou Effence Bottle ! In Pity to my Beard--Your Leave, my Lord, Duke. Know'ft thou our Prefence? Kent. Yes, Sir, but Anger has a Privilege. Duke. Why art thou angry ? Kent. That fuch a Slave as this should wear a Sword, And have no Courage; Office, and no Honesty: Not Froft and Fire hold more Antipathy Than I and fuch a Knave. Gloft. Why doft thou call him Knave ? Kent. His Countenance likes me not. Duke. No more perhaps does mine, nor his, or hers. Kent. Plain Dealing is my Trade; and to be plain, Sir, I have feen better Faces in my Time, Than ftand on any Shoulders now before me. Reg. This is fome Fellow, that having once been prais'd It pleas'd the King, his Mafter, lately Duke. Duke. Bring forth the Stocks, we'll teach you. Call not the Stocks for me, I ferve the King; You'll fhew too fmall Respect, and too bold Malice Stocking his Meffenger Duke. Bring forth the Stocks, as I have Life and HoThere fhall he fit till Noon. too. [nour, Reg. Till Noon, my Lord! Till Night, and all Night Kent. Why Madam, If I were your Father's Dog You would not use me fo. Reg. Sir, being his Knave, I will. Gloft. Let me befeech your Graces to forbear him; Duke. We'll answer that i Our Sifter may receive it worse, to have Her Gentleman affaulted: To our Bufinefs lead. [Exit. Gloft. I am forry for thee, Friend, 'tis the Duke's Plea Whofe Difpofition will not be controul'd ; But I'll entreat for thee Kent. Pray do not, Sir I have watch'd and travel'd hard, Some Time I fhall fleep out, the reft I'll whistle: All weary, and o'erwatcht, I feel the drowzy Gueft fteal on me; take [fure, [Exit Gloft. Edg. I heard my felf proclaim'd, [Sleeps. Still Still whispering me, Cordelia's in Distress; [Exit. Kent in Stocks ftill; Enter Lear attended. Lear. "Tis ftrange that they fhould fo depart from And not fend back our Meflenger. Kent. Hail, noble Master. [Home, Lear. How! mak'ft thou this Shame thy Paftime? What's he that has so much mistook thy Place, To fet thee here? ter. Kent. It is both He and She, Sir, your Son and Daugh Lear. No. Kent. Yes. Lear. No, I fay, Kent. I fay, yea. Lear. By Jupiter I swear no. Kent. By Juno I fwear, I fwear ay. Lear. They durft not do't; They could not, would not do't; 'tis worse than Murder, To do upon Respect fuch violent Outrage. Refolve me with all modest Hafte, which Way I did commend your Highness Letters to them, Steer'd in his Hafte, breathless and panting forth From From Goneril, his Miftrefs, Salutations, Whofe Meffage being deliver'd, they took Horse, The Leisure of their Anfwer; which I did ; Whose Welcome I perceiv'd had poifon'd mine, Had fhewn fuch Rudeness to your Highness, I Lear. Oh! how this Spleen fwells upward to my Heart, Enter Glofter. Lear. Now Glofter ?——Ha! Deny to speak with me; th'are fick, th'are weary, Gloft. My dear Lord, You know the fiery Quality of the Duke.— Lear. Inform'd 'em! doft thou understand me, Man? I tell thee, Glofter, Gloft. Ay, my good Lord. [ther Lear. The King would fpeak with Cornwal, the dear FaWould with his Daughter fpeak, commands her Service. Are they inform'd of this? My Breath and Blood! Fiery! the fiery Duke! tell the hot Duke-No, but not yet, may be he is not well, Infirmity does ftill neglect all Office; Rafhnefs I beg his Pardon, and I'll chide my For the found Man: But wherefore fits he there? That this Retirednefs of the Duke and her Is plain Contempt; give me my Servant forth; Enter Cornwal and Regan. Oh! are you come ? Duke. Health to the King. Reg. I am glad to fee your Highness. Lear. Regan, I think you are; I know what Caufe I wou'd divorce me from thy Mother's Tomb? What I fhall utter: Thou cou'd'it n'er h' thought it. Kent here fet at liberty. Ingratitude like a keen Vulture here; I fcarce can speak to thee. Reg. I pray you, Sir, take Patience; I have Hope That you know lefs to value her Defert, Than fhe to flack her Duty. Lear. Ha! How's that? Reg. I cannot think my Sifter in the leaft Lear. My Curfes on her. Reg. O Sir, you 're old, And thou'd content you to be rul'd and led By fome Discretion that difcerns your State Better than yourfelf; therefore, Sir, Return to our Sifter, and fay you've wrong'd her. Lear. Ha! Afk her Forgiveness ? No, no, 'twas my Miftake, thou didst not mean fo; Dear Daughter, I confefs that I am old : Age is unneceffary; but thou art good, Reg. Good Sir, no more of thefe unfightly Paffions; Return back to our Sifter. |