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Fetch forth the stocks:As I've life and honour, there shall he sit till noon. Reg. Till noon! till night, my lord; and all night
too. Kent. Why, madam, if I were your father's dog, You should not use me so. Reg.
Sir, being his knave, I will.
[Stocks brought out. Corn. This is a fellow of the self-same colour Our sister speaks of:—Come, bring away the stocks.
Glo. Let me beseech your grace not to do so: His fault is much, and the good king his master Will check him for’t: your purpos'd low correction Is such, as basest and contemned'st wretches, For pilferings and most common trespasses, Are punish'd with:* the king must take it ill, That he's so slightly valued in his messenger, Should have him thus restrain'd. Corn.
I'll answer that. Reg. My sister may receive it much more worse, To have her gentleman abus'd, assaulted, For following her affairs.—Put in his legs.
[Kent is put in the stocks. Come, my good lord; away.
[E.reunt Reg. and Corn. Glo. I am sorry for thee, friend; 'tis the duke's
pleasure, Whose disposition, all the world well knows, Will not be rubb’d, nor stopp'd: I'll entreat for
thee. Kent. Pray, do not, sir: I have watch'd, and
Some time I shall sleep out, the rest I'll whistle.
you good morrow!
[Erit. Kent. Good king, that must approve the com
A PART OF THE HEATH.
That guard, and most unusual vigilance,
in contempt of man, Brought near to beast: my face I'll grime with
filth; Blanket my loins; elf all my hair in knots; And with presented nakedness out-face The winds, and persecutions of the sky. The country gives me proof and precedent Of Bedlam beggars, who, with roaring voices, Strike in their numb'd and mortified bare arms Pins, wooden pricks, nails, sprigs of rosemary; And with this horrible object, from low farms, Poor pelting villages, sheep-cotes, and mills, Sometime with lunatick bans, sometime with pray
ers, Enforce their charity.—Poor Turlygood! poor
BEFORE GLO'STER'S CASTLE.
Enter Lear, Fool, and Gentleman.
As I learn d,
No, my lord.
The night before there was no purpose in them
Hail to thee, noble master!
Fool. Ha, ha; look! he wears cruel garters !
It is both he and she,
Kent. I say, yea.
Lear. No, no; they would not.
Lear. They durst not do't;
My lord, when at their home
I did commend your highness' letters to them,
Fool. Winter's not gone yet, if the wild geese fly
Fathers, that wear rags,
Do make their children blind;
Shall see their children kind.
But, for all this, thou shalt have as many dolours for thy daughters, as thou can'st tell in a year. Lear. O, how this mother swells up toward my