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Fool. Which they will make an obedient father.
Gon. Come, sir;
Darkness and devils !Saddle my horses; call my train together.Degenerate bastard! I'll not trouble thee; Yet have I left a daughter. Gon. You strike my people; and your disorder'd
rabble Make servants of their betters.
Is it your will? [to Alb.] Speak, sir. - Prepare my
Pray, sir, be patient.
(striking his head. And thy dear judgement out!-Go, go, my people.
Alb. My lord, I am guiltless, as I am ignorant Of what hath mov'd 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;
Lear. What, fifty of my followers, at a clap!
What's the matter, sir?
asham'd That thou hast power to shake my manhood thus:
[To Goneril. 24 That these hot tears, which break from me perforce, Should make thee worth them.-Blasts and fogs upon
She'll flay thy wolfish visage. Thou shalt find,
[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. Fool. Nuncle Lear, nuncle Lear, tarry, and take the fool with thee.
A fox, when one has caught her,
[Exit. Gon. This man hath had good counsel :- A hundred
knights! "Tis politick, and safe, to let him keep At point, a hundred knights. Yes, that on every
Alb. Well, you may fear too far.
Safer than trust:
If she sustain him and his hundred knights,
What, have you writ that letter to my sister?
Stew. Ay, madam.
Gon. 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;
Alb. How far your eyes may pierce, I cannot tell; Striving to better, oft we mar whát's well.
Gon. Nay, then=
Court before the Same.
Enter LEAR, KENT, and Fool. Lear. Go you before to Gloster with these letters: acquaint my daughter no further with any thing you, know, than comes from her demand out of the letter: