Q1_scene/7: n="7" typ_e="scene"> Enter _Kent, and Stewar___d. Good _e_ue_n to thee friend, art of t_he house? Aye. Where may we set our horses? In the mi_re. prethee">prithee __if thou love me, tell m F1_scene/7: n="2">Enter _Ke_nt,_ an_d_ Ste_wa__rd s_euerally._ Good dawning to thee Friend, art of this house? _Aye._ Where may we set our horses? _In the m_yre._ Prithee, i____f______ _thou l_ou's_t_ me, tell m Q1_scene/7: e. I love thee not. Why then I care not for thee. If I had thee in Lipsburie pinfold, I would make thee care for me. Why dost thou vse me thus? I know thee not. Fellow I know thee. What dost t F1_scene/7: e._ I love thee not._ Why then I care not for thee._ If I had thee in Lipsbur_y Pinfold, I would make thee __care for me._ Why dost thou vse me thus? I know thee not._ Fellow I know thee._ What dost t Q1_scene/7: hou know me for? A knaue, a rascall, an eater of broken meates, a base, proud, shallow, beggerly, three _shewted hundred pound, filthy w_orsted-stocke_n knaue, a lilly _lyu__er_'_____d action_-ta_k F1_scene/7: hou know me for? _A Knaue, a Rascall, an eater of broken meates, a base, _proud, shallow, beggerly, three-sui_t_ed-hundred pound, filthy _woos_ted-stocking knaue, a Lilly-liu_ered, action-taking, whor Q1_scene/7: i_ng kna_ue, _____a __whorson glass_eg_azing superfinicall rogue, one truncke inheriting slaue, one that wouldst be a baud in way of good seruice, and art nothing but the composition of a knaue, be F1_scene/7: eson glasse-_gazing _super____-s_eruiceabl__e fi_____nicall Rogue, one Trunk_e-inheriting _slaue, one that wouldst be a Baud in way of good seruice, _and art nothing but the composition of a Knaue, Be Q1_scene/7: gger, coward, pander, and the son and heire of a mungrell bitch, w____hom I will bea_t into clamorou_s w_hyning, if thou de_n_ie the least sillable of the addition. What_ _____a monstrous fellow a F1_scene/7: gger, Coward,_ Pandar, and the Son and Heire of a Mungrill Bitch, one whom _I will beate into clamo__urs whin_ing, if thou deny'st the least sillable _of thy addition._ Wh_y, what a monstrous Fellow a Q1_scene/7: rt thou, thus to raile on one, that is neither knowne of thee, nor knowes thee. What a brazen-fac't varlet art thou, to deny thou knowest me, is it two dayes agoe since I bea_t thee, and tr__ipt_ u F1_scene/7: rt thou, thus to raile on one, _that is neither knowne of thee, nor knowes thee? _What a brazen-fac'd Varlet art thou, to deny thou _knowest me? Is it two daye____s_ since I tript up__ _thy heeles_, a Q1_scene/7: _p t_h_y _heeles before the King? draw you rogue, for though it be night_ ____the Moone shines, i will make a sop of the moone-shine of you, draw y_ou whorson cullyonly barber-munger, draw? Away, F1_scene/7: nd _beate the___e before the King? Draw you rogue, for though it be _night, yet the Moone shines, I will make a sop of the Moon__shine of you, _yo_u whoreso____n Cullyenly Barber-monger, draw._ Away, Q1_scene/7: I have nothing to do with thee. Draw you rascall, you ____bring letters against the King, and take Vanitie the puppets part, against the royaltie of her father, draw you rogue_ or i will so carbona F1_scene/7: I have nothing to do with thee._ Draw you Rascall, you come with Letters against the King, _and take Vanitie the puppets part, against the Royaltie of her _Father: draw you Rogue, or I will so carbona Q1_scene/7: do your shankes, draw you rascall, come your wayes. Helpe, ho, murther, helpe. Strike you slaue, stand rogue, stand you neate slaue, strike? Helpe, h_o, murther, hel__p__e. Enter Edmund with_ hi F1_scene/7: do your shank_s, draw _you Rascall, come your waies._ Helpe, ho, murther, helpe._ Strike you slaue: stand rogue, stand you neat_ slaue, _strike._ Helpe _hoa, murther, m__urther._ Enter Bast_a_r__d, Co Q1_scene/7: _s rapier_ dr__awne, Gloster_ the D_u__ke and Dutchesse. __How now, what is _the_ matter? With you goodman boy, if you please_ come, i will fleash you, come on yong master. Weapons, armes, what F1_scene/7: rnewal__l, R_egan__, Gloster, Se___ruants._ How n_____o_w, _what_ is_ _the_ m_atter? Par__t._ With you goodman Boy, if you please, come, I will _fle_sh y_e, come on yong Master._ Weapons? Armes? what Q1_scene/7: is the matter here? Keepe peace upon your liues, he dies that strikes again, what is the matter? The messengers from our sister, and the King. What is your difference, speak? I am scars_e in brea F1_scene/7: is the matter here? _Keepe peace upon your liues, he dies that strikes again, _what is the matter? _The Messengers from our Sister, and the King? _What is your difference, speak? _I am scar_ce in brea Q1_scene/7: th my Lord. No maruaile_ you have so bestir'd your valour, you cowardly rascall, nature disclaimes in thee, a Tayler made thee. Thou art a strange fellow, a Taylor make a man. Aye, a Tayler sir; a F1_scene/7: th my Lord._ No Maruel_l, you have so bestir'd your valour, you _cowardly Rascall, nature disclaimes in thee: a Taylor made thee._ Thou art a strange fellow, a Taylor make a man? _A__ ___Taylor Sir, a Q1_scene/7: Stone-cutter, or a Painter_ could not have made him so #ill, though _h_e had been but two __houres at the trade. Speak yet, how grew your quarrell? This ancient ru_ffen sir, whose life I have sp F1_scene/7: Stone-cutter, or a Painter, could not _have made him so _ill, though they had been but two year__es of __the trade._ Speak yet, how grew your quarrell? _This ancient Ruffian Sir, whose life I have sp Q1_scene/7: ar'd at sute of his gray-beard. Thou who_rson Zedd, thou vnnecessarie letter, my Lord_ if you will give me leaue, I will tread this vnboulted villaine into morter, and daube the walles of a iaque F1_scene/7: ar'd at sute __of his gray-beard._ Thou whoreson Zed_, thou vnnecessar_y letter: my _Lord, if you will give me leaue, I will tread this vnboulted villaine _into morter, and daube the wal__l of a Iak_e Q1_scene/7: s with him, spare my gray beard_ you wagtayle. Peace si__r, you beastly Knaue_ y_ou have no reuerence. Yes sir, but anger ha_s a priuiledge. Why art thou ang_ry? That such a slaue as this should F1_scene/7: s with him. Spare __my gray-beard, you wagtaile? _Peace sirra, You beastly knaue, know you_ no reuerence? _Yes Sir, but anger hath a priuiledge._ Why art thou angrie? _That such a slaue as this should Q1_scene/7: weare a sword, That weares no honesty, such smiling ro_ges as these, Like Rats oft bite t___hose cordes in twaine, which are too intrench, to inloose_ smooth euery passion That in the natures of F1_scene/7: weare a Sword,_ Wh_o weares no honesty: such smiling rogues as these,_ Like Rats oft bite the holy cord_s a_-twain_,_ Which are too intrince, to _vnloose: smooth every passion _That in the natures of Q1_scene/7: their Lords rebell, _Bring oy_le to sti_r, snow to their colder moo_ds, Renea__g, affirme, and turne their halcion beakes With euery gale_ and varie of their maisters, Knowing nought_ like day__ F1_scene/7: their Lords rebell,_ Bei_ng o_ile to fi_re, snow to th__e colder _moodes,_ Reue_nge, affirme, and turne their Halcion beakes _With every gall, and varry of their Ma_sters,_ Knowing naught (like d_ogg Q1_scene/7: es_ but following, a plague upon your epeliptic_k Visage, smoy_le you my speeches, as I were a foole? Goose_ if I had you upon Sarum plaine, I would _send you c_akling home to Camul_e_t. What ar F1_scene/7: es) but following: A plague upon your __Epilepticke _visage, Smo_ile you my speeches, as I were a Foole? _Goose, if I had you upon Sarum Plaine,_ I would driue y_e cackling home to Cam__elot._ What ar Q1_scene/7: t thou mad old fellow? How fell you out, say that? No contraries hold more, antipathy, Than I_ and such a knaue. Why dost thou call him knaue, what is his offence. His countenance likes me not. F1_scene/7: t thou mad old Fellow? _How fell you out, say that? _No contraries hold more _antipathy,__ Than I, and such a knaue._ Why dost thou call him Knaue? What is his f__ault? _His countenance likes me not._ Q1_scene/7: No more perchance does mine, _or his, _or hers. Sir_ it is my occupation to be plaine, I have seene better faces in my time That stands on any shoulder that I see Before me_ at this instant. Th F1_scene/7: No more perchance does mine, nor his, nor hers._ Sir, it is my occupation to be plaine,_ I have seene better faces in my Time, Than stands on any shoulder that I see __Before me, at this instant._ Th Q1_scene/7: is is ___a fellow_ who having been pr_ays_d For bluntne__s_ doth affect a sawcy _ruffines, And constraines the garb quite from his nature, He cannot flatter he, he ___must b______e plaine, He must F1_scene/7: is is some Fellow, Who having been prais_'d _for bluntnesse, doth affect A saucy roug_hnes, _and constraines the garb Quite from his Nature. _He cannot flatter he, An hones_t mind and plaine, _he must Q1_scene/7: speak truth, if they will take it so, If not_ he is plaine, these kind of knaues I know which in this plainne__s harbour more craft, And more corrupter ends, than twentie silly ducking Obseruants F1_scene/7: speak truth, If they will take it so, _if not, he is plaine. These kind of Knaues I know, which in this plainnesse Harbour more craft, _and more corrupter ends, Than twent_y silly-ducking _obseruants Q1_scene/7: , that stretch their duties nis_ely. Sir_ in good sooth, or in sincere veritie, Under the allowance of your gr_aund aspect. Whose influence like the wreath of radient fire In flickering Phoebus f F1_scene/7: , That stretch their duties ni_cely._ Sir, in good faith, i___n sincere verit_y,_ Under the allowance of your great__ aspect,_ Whose influence like the wreath of radient fire __On flick_ring Phoebus f Q1_scene/7: ront. What mean'st thou by this? To go out of my dialo_gue_ which you discommend so much, I know sir, I am no flatterer, he that beguild you in a plai_n accent, was a plaine knaue, which for my pa F1_scene/7: ront._ What mean's_____t by this? _To go out of my dial_ect_, which you discommend so _much; I know Sir, I am no flatterer, he that beguild you in a plaine _accent, was a plaine Knaue, which for my pa Q1_scene/7: rt I will not be, though I should win your displeasure, to intreat me to it. What _is the offence you gaue him? I never gaue him any, it pleas'd the King his master Very late to strike at me upon F1_scene/7: rt I will not be, _though I should win your displeasure _to entreat me to it._ What was the offence you gaue him? _I never gaue him any: It pleas'd the King his Master _very late To strike at me upon Q1_scene/7: his misconstruction, When he coniun_ct_ and flattering his displeasure Tript me behind, being down, insulted, rayl_d, And put upon him such a deale of man, that, That worthied him, got pr_ayses of F1_scene/7: his misconstruction,_ When he co_mp_act, and flattering his displeasure _Tript me behind: being down, insulted, rail'd,_ And put upon him such a deale of____ _M_an,_ That worthied him, got prais_es of Q1_scene/7: the King, For him attempting_ who was selfe-subdued, And in the flechu__ent of this dread exploit, Drew on me here again. None of these ro_ges_ and cowards but AIax is their foole. _Bring forth t F1_scene/7: the King,_ For him attempting, who was selfe-subdued,_ And in the fle__shment of this de_ad exploit, Drew on me here again._ None of these Rogues, and Cowards But Aiax is their Foole._ Fetch_ forth t Q1_scene/7: he stockes ho? You stubburne miscreant knaue, you reuerent bragart, We will teach you. __I___ am too old to learne, call not your stockes for me, I serue the King, on whose imployments I was sent F1_scene/7: he Stock____s? _You stubborne an_cie_nt Knaue, you reuerent Bragart,__ We will teach you._ Sir, I am too old to learne: Call not your Stock_s for me, _I serue the King. On whose imployment_ I was sent Q1_scene/7: to you, You s_hould do small respec_t, shew too bold malice Against the Grace_ and person of my master, Stopp__ing his messenger. Fetch forth the stockes? as I have life and honour, There shall F1_scene/7: to you,_ You shal__l do small respects, show too bold malice _Against the Grace, and Person of my Master,__ Sto__cking his Messenger._ Fetch forth the Stock_s; As I have life and Honour, _there shall Q1_scene/7: he sit till noone. Till noone, till night my Lord, and all night too. Why Madam, if I were your fathers dogge, you _could not vse me so. Sir_ being his knaue, I will._ _This is a fellow of the F1_scene/7: he sit till Noone._ Till noone? till night my Lord, and all night too._ Why Madam, if I were your Fathers dog__, You should __not vse me so._ Sir, being his Knaue, I will. Sto__cks __b_ro_ug_______ Q1_scene/7: selfe-same nature, Our sister speak of, come bring away the stockes? Let me beseech your Grace not to do _so, Hi_s fa_ult _____is much, and the_ good King his master Will check him for it, your pu F1_scene/7: ________ht o_u_t_._ T__hi_s___ i___s a_ _F__e__l____lo_w of_ t__h_e_ __s__e_____lf___-s___a______m____e colour,_ O_ur Sister speakes o_f_. C___ome, br_i___ng____ a_w_ay _th__e_________ Stocks. L___et_ Q1_scene/7: rpost low _corr_ection Is such, as basest and_ temnest wretches for pilfrings And most common trespasses are punisht with, The King must take it #ill, that he is so slightly valued In his messenge F1_scene/7: _____ m_e bes__eech___ _yo_u_r_ _G______r_a_ce, n___ot_ t___o___ do_ so_______, The K___i_n___g hi_s______ M_a_s_____ter___, _ne__eds_ must take it _ill _That he___ so slightly valued _in his Messenge Q1_scene/7: r, should have him thus restrained. I will answe_r that. My sister may rece_iue it much more wor_se, To have her Gentlemen abus'd, assa_lted For following her affaires, put i__n_ his legges,_ Com F1_scene/7: r, Should have him thus restrained._ I will answere that._ My Sister may rec_ieue it much more worsse,_ To have her Gentleman abus'd, assaulted. Co_m________e_____________ _my_ Lord, a_wa_____y. E__ Q1_scene/7: e my good Lord away? I am so_ry for thee friend, it is the Dukes pleasure, Whose disposition all the world well knowes Will not be ru_bd _or stopt, I will intreat for thee. Pray you do not sir, I F1_scene/7: ___xi_____________t._ I am sorry for thee friend, it is the Duke_ pleasure,_ Whose disposition all the world well knowes _Will not be rub'd nor stopt, I will entreat for thee._ P__ray__ do not Sir, I Q1_scene/7: have watc_ht and trauail_d hard, Som_etime I shall sleepe out, the rest I will whistle, A good mans fortune may grow out at heeles, Give you good morrow. The Duke is to blame in this, it will be F1_scene/7: have watch'd and trauail'd _hard,_ Some time I shall sleepe out, the rest I will whistle: _A good mans fortune may grow out at heeles: _Give you good morrow._ The Duke is to blame in this, It will be Q1_scene/7: #ill took_e._ Good_ __K___ing_ that must approue the common saw, Thou out of heauens benediction comest To the warme Sunne. Approach thou beacon to this under gloabe, That by thy comfortable beam F1_scene/7: _ill tak_en. Exit. Good King, that must approue the common saw,_ Thou out of Heauens benediction com'st _To the warme Sun__._ Approach thou Beacon to this under Glob_e,_ That by thy comfortable Beam Q1_scene/7: es I may Peruse this letter, nothing almost sees my wrack_e But miserie, I know it is from Cordelia, Who hath most fortunately _bin informed Of my obscured course, and shall find time From this e F1_scene/7: es I may _Peruse this Letter. Nothing almost sees m_ir_acles _But miserie. I know it is from Cordelia,_ Who hath most fortunately been inform'd _Of my obscured course. And shall find time _From this e Q1_scene/7: normious state, seeking to give Losses their remedies, all wearie and _ou_erwat__ch Take vantage heauie eyes_ not to behold This shamefull lodging, Fortune goodnight, Smile, once more_ turne thy w F1_scene/7: norm_ous State, seeking to give _Losses their remedies. All wear_y and o're-w_atch'd, Take vantage heauie eyes, not to behold _This shamefull lodging. Fortune goodnight,_ Smile _once more, turne thy w Q1_scene/7: heele. slee_pes. Enter Edgar. I hea_r myself proclaim'd, And by the happie hollow of a tree Escapt__ the hunt, no Port is free, no place That guard, and most vnusuall vigilence D_ost not attend F1_scene/7: heele._ E___nter __E______dgar._ I heard myself proclaim'd,_ And by the hap_py hollow of a Tree, Escap_'d the hunt. No Port is free, no place _That guard, and most vnus_all vigilance _Does_ not attend Q1_scene/7: my taking_ whil_e I may scape, I will preserue myself, and am bethought To take the basest_ and most poorest shape, That ever penury in contempt of man, Brought neare to beast, my face i will gri F1_scene/7: my taking. Whiles I may scape __I will preserue myself: and am bethought _To take the basest, and most poorest shape __That ever penury in contempt of man,_ Brought near_ to beast; my face I will gri Q1_scene/7: me with filth, Blanket my loy_nes, else all my hair_e with knots, And with presented nakedne__s_ out_face, The win__d, and persecutio_n of the skie, The Countrie giues me proofe_ and president Of F1_scene/7: me with filth,_ Blanket my lo_ines, else all my haires i_n_ knots,_ And with presented nakednesse out-face __The Windes, and persecutions of the skie; _The Countr_y giues me proofe, and president _Of Q1_scene/7: Bedlam beggars, who with r_oring voyces, Strike in their numb'd and mortified ba_r_e_ arme_s, _P_________ins, w_odden pr___i_ckes_, nayles, sprigs of rosema_ry, And with this horrible obiect_ from F1_scene/7: Bedlam beggers, who with roaring voices,_ Strike in their num_'d and mortified A_rmes. P__ins, _Wodden-prickes">wood_en pricks, Nayles, Sprigs of Rosemarie: _And with this horrible obiect, from Q1_scene/7: low seruice, Poore pelting villages, sheepe-coates, and milles, Sometim_e with lunaticke bans, sometime with prayers Enforce their charitie, poore Turlygod, poore tom, That is something yet, Edga F1_scene/7: low Far_mes,_ Poore pelting Villages, Sheeps-Coates, and Milles,_ Sometimes with Lunaticke bans, sometime with Praiers _Inforce their charitie: poore Turlygod _poore Tom,_ That is something yet: Edga Q1_scene/7: r I nothing am._ Exit Ent_____er_ ___K________i__n___g. it is strange that they should so depart from he_nce, And not send back my messenge_r. As I learn'd, the night before_ there was No purp F1_scene/7: r I nothing am. Exit. Enter Lear, Foole, and Gentleman._ It is strange that they should so depart from __h_ome_,_ And not send back my Messengers._ As I learn'd, The night before, there was _no purp Q1_scene/7: os___e o_____f _his remoue. Hayle to thee noble master. How, mak'st thou this shame thy pastime? ________Ha_ h_a, look_ he weares crewell garters, Horses are tide by the heeles, dogges and beares F1_scene/7: ose in them Of this remoue._ Haile to thee Noble Master._ H_a? Mak'st thou this shame thy pastime? _No my Lord. Hah, h__a, he weares Cr_uell Garters __Horses are tide by the he_ads, Dogges and Beares Q1_scene/7: By the necke, munkies by the loynes, and men By the legges, when a man is over-lus_ty at legs, Then he weares woo_den neathe_rstockes. What is he, that hath so much thy place mistooke to set the F1_scene/7: _by the necke, Monkies by the loynes, and Men _by the leg__s: when a m__an_ ouerl_ustie at legs, _then he weares wo_dden ne_ther-stock_s._ What is he, That hath so much thy place mistooke To set __the Q1_scene/7: e here? it is both he and she, your son and daughter. No. Yes. No I say, I say yea. No no, __they would not. _Yes they have. By Iupiter_ I sweare n_o, they durst not do it, They would not, co F1_scene/7: e here? _It is both he and she, Your Son and Daughter._ No._ Yes._ No I say._ I say yea._ B__y_ _Iupi_ter____ I__ __swe_are__ n_o_._ By Iun___o, I sweare aye. They durst not do it: _They could not, wo Q1_scene/7: uld not do it, it is worse than mu_rder, To do upon respect such violent outrage, Resolue me with all modest haste, which way Thou __mayst deserue, or they purpose this vsage, Coming from us. My F1_scene/7: uld not do it: it is worse than murther,_ To do upon respect such violent outrage: _Resolue me with all modest haste, which way _Thou mightst deserue, or they imp_ose this vsage,_ Coming from us._ My Q1_scene/7: Lord, when at their home I did commend your highness letters to them, Ere I was risen from the place_ that shewed My dutie kneeling, came there a reeking Pos_t, Stew_d in his haste, half breathle_ F1_scene/7: Lord, when at their home _I did commend your Highness Letters to them,_ Ere I was risen from the place, that shewed _My dutie kneeling, came there a reeking Poste,_ Stew'd in his haste, half breathles Q1_scene/7: _s, pa_nting forth From Gonerill his mistris, salutations, Deliuered letters sp__ite of intermission, Which presently they read, on whose contents They summon_d up their ___men, straight tooke ho F1_scene/7: se, painting forth __From Gonerill his Mistris, salutations; _Deliuer'd Letters spight_ of intermission,_ Which presently they read; on those contents _They summon'd up their meiney, straight tooke Ho Q1_scene/7: rse, Commanded me to follow, and attend the leasure Of their answere, gaue me cold lookes, And meeting here the other messenger, Whose welcome I perceau'd had p_oyson'd mine, Being the very fello F1_scene/7: rse,_ Commanded me to follow, and attend The leisure _of their answer_, gaue me cold lookes,_ And meeting here the other Messenger,_ Whose welcome I perceiu'd had pois_on'd mine,_ Being the very fello Q1_scene/7: w t_hat of late Display'd so sawcily against your Highness, Having more man than wit about me_ drew, He raised the house_ with loud and coward cries, Your son _____a______________________________ F1_scene/7: w which of late __Displaid_ so sawcily against your Highness,_ Having more man than wit about me, drew; _He rais'd the house, with loud and coward cries,_ Your Son and Daughter found this trespasse wo Q1_scene/7: _n____d ____dau_________g__h_t__e_r_ _fou____________n____d_ t__________________________h_is_ __t_____r_________esp_as_ wort_________________________h __T____hi_s s__h___am_____e_ w___________h_i_c__ F1_scene/7: rth The shame which here it suffers. Winter is not gone yet, if the wil'd Geese fly that way, Fathers that weare r_ags, do__ make their Children blind, But Fathers that beare bags, shall see their chi Q1_scene/7: _________h_ ___________h_e_________re_ _____i____t su__________ff_e___rs. ______O __________how t_________his _______mo_the_r _sw__e____l_s_ up t_ow__a____r_____________d___ _________________________ F1_scene/7: ldren kind. Fortune that arrant whore, never turns t_he key to the poore._ But for all this thou shalt have as many Dolors for thy Daughters, as thou canst tell in a yeare. O how this Mother swels up Q1_scene/7: _______my _hart, Historica passio_ down t_hy climing sorrow, Thy element is below, where is this daughter? With the Earle sir_ w_____ithin, Follow me not, stay there?_ ___M___ade you no more offe F1_scene/7: toward my heart!_ Historica passio, down thou climing sorrow,_ Thy Element is below _where is this Daughter? _With the Earle Sir, here within._ Follow me not, stay h_ere. Exit. Made you no more offe Q1_scene/7: nce_ tha_n what you speak of? __No, how chance_ the King comes with so small a _traine? If thou hadst been set in the stockes for that question, thou ha'dst well deserued it. Why foole? We will F1_scene/7: nce, B__ut what you speak of? _None: How chance the King comes with so small a number_? _If thou hadst been set in the Stockes for that question, _thou ha_dst well deseru'd it.__ Why Foole? _We will Q1_scene/7: set thee to schoole to an Ant, to teach thee there is no labouring in the winter, all that follow their noses, are led by their eyes, but blin_d men, and there is not a nose among _____a 100% but c F1_scene/7: set thee to schoole to an Ant, to teach thee there is _no labouring in the winter. All that follow their noses, are led by _their eyes, but blinde men, and there is not a nose among twenty,___ _but _c Q1_scene/7: an smell him that is stincking, let go thy hold_ when a great wheele runs down a hill, least it breake thy necke with following i_t, but the great one that goes u_p the hill, let him draw thee afte F1_scene/7: an smell him that is stink_ing; let go thy hold, when a great _wheele runs down a hill, least it breake thy necke with following. But _t____he great one that goes upward______, let him draw thee _afte Q1_scene/7: r, when a wise man giues thee better cou_ncell, give me mine again, I would have none but knaues follow it, since a foole giues it. That Sir_ t_hat seru___________es for gaine, And followes but f F1_scene/7: r: when a wise_man giues thee better counse_ll _give me mine _again, I would have none but knaues follow it, since a Foole __giues it._ That Sir, which serues and seekes for gaine,_ And followes but f Q1_scene/7: or forme: Will packe_ when it begi_n to raine, And leaue thee in the storme. But I will tarie, the foole will stay, And let the wise man flie: The knaue turnes foole that ru__ns away, The foole F1_scene/7: or forme; _Will packe, when it begins to raine,_ And leaue thee in the storme,_ But I will tarry, the Foole will stay,_ And let the wise_man flie: _The knaue turnes Foole that runnes away,_ The Foole Q1_scene/7: no knaue per_dy. Whe_r_e learnt_ you ____this_ __foole? __Not__ i_n t_he stockes. Ent_er Lear a_n__d Gloster. Denie to speak with me, they are sicke, they are weary, T____he_y traue_led hard to F1_scene/7: no knaue perdie._ E__nter Lear__, and Gloste_r: Wher__e __learn'd you this Fool_e_? _Not in the_ Stocks Fo_ole_._ Den_y to speak with me? They are sicke, they are __weary,_ They have trauail'd a_ll t_ Q1_scene/7: night, _meare __Iustice, _ay___e_ the Images of reuolt and flying off, Fetch me a better answere. My dear Lord, you know the fierie qualitie of the Duke, how vnremoueable and fixt he is in his own F1_scene/7: _h__e _night? meer__e__ __fetches, The images of reuolt and flying off._ Fetch me a better answer_._ My dear Lord, You know the fier_y qualit_y of the _Duke, How vnremoueable and fixt he is In his own Q1_scene/7: Course. Vengeance, de_ath, plague, confusion, wha_t_ fierie quality, why Gloster, Gloster, i would speak with th__________________e_ _______Duk_e_ _______________of___ _____C__orn__ew___all, a____n F1_scene/7: course._ Vengeance, Plague, Dea_th, Confusion: Fiery? What__ quality? _Why Gloster, Gloster, I would speak with the Duke of Cornewall, and his wife. Well my good Lord, I have inform'd them so. Inform Q1_scene/7: ______d hi______s w_____i_f_______e. Aye my good Lord. The King would speak with Cornewa_l, the dear father Would with his daughter speak, commands_ __her_ seruice, ___F______ie_ri_e __Du_ke, _t_ F1_scene/7: 'd them? _Dost thou vnderstand me man. Aye my good Lord._ The King would speak with Corn_wall, The dear Father _Would with his Daughter speak, commands, tends, seruice,_ Are they inform'd of this? My Q1_scene/7: ____________________ell_ the __hot Duke_ t______h_a_t __L___ear_, No_ but not yet_ may*be he is not well, Infirmitie doth still neglect all office, where to our health Is bound, we are not ourselve F1_scene/7: breath and blood: Fiery? The fiery Duke, tell the hot Duke that -- No, but not yet, mayb_e he is not well,_ Infirmit_y doth still neglect all office, Where_to our health _is bound, we are not ourselve Q1_scene/7: s, when nature being o_prest Comman_d the mind to suffer with the bodie, i will forbeare, And am fallen out with my more he_dier will, To take the indispos'd and sickly fit, for the sound man, Dea F1_scene/7: s, When Nature being opprest, commands the mind To suffer with the bod_y; I will forbeare,_ And am fallen out with my more headier will,_ To take the indispos'd and sickly fit, For the sound man. _Dea Q1_scene/7: th on my state, wher_fore should he sit here? This act perswades me, that this remotion of the Duke and her Is practise, only_ give me my seruant forth, ___Tell the Duke_ and his wife, I __will s F1_scene/7: th on my state: wherefore Should he sit here? _This act perswades me, That this remotion of the Duke __and her _Is practise _only. Give me my Seruant forth; _Go tell the Duke, and his wife, I woul_d s Q1_scene/7: peak with them Now_ presently, bid them come forth and hear me, Or at their chamber doore i will bea_t the drum, Till it c_ry sleepe to death. I would have all well betwixt you._ ___O___ ___my he F1_scene/7: peak with them: Now, presently: bid them come forth and hear me,_ Or at their Chamber doore I will beate the Drum,_ Till it crie sleepe to death._ I would have all well betwixt you. Exit. O me my he Q1_scene/7: art, _____________my_ _he_ar_t. Cry to it Nunckle, as the Co_kney did to the eeles, when she put them in the pas_t aliue, she _rapt them on the coxcombs with a stic_k, and cryed down wantons_ down, F1_scene/7: art! My rising heart! But down._ Cry to it Nunckle, as the Cockney did to the Eeles, when _she put them in the Paste aliue, she knapt them on the coxcombs with a sticke, _and cryed down wantons, down; Q1_scene/7: it was her brother, that in pure kindne__s to his horse buttered his hay. Ent___e_______r_ Duk__e_ a___n_d_ Re_ga__n. Good morrow to you both. Hayle to your Grace._ _______________________I___ a F1_scene/7: it was her Brother, that in pure _kindnesse to his Horse buttered his Hay._ Enter Cornewall, R_egan, Gloster, Seruants._ Good morrow to you both._ Haile to your Grace. Kent here set at liberty. I a Q1_scene/7: m glad to see your highness. ____I___ think you are, I know what reason I have to think so, if thou shouldst not be glad, I would diuors_e me from thy mothers tombe Sepulchring an adultresse, yea F1_scene/7: m glad to see your Highness._ Regan, I think you are. I know what reason _I have to think so, if thou shouldst not be glad,_ I would diuor_ce me from thy Mother_ Tombe, Sepulchring an Adultresse. O__ Q1_scene/7: are you free? Some other time for that. Beloued Regan, Thy sister is naught, o Regan_ she hath ty_ed, Sharpe tooth'd vnkindne__s, like a vulture hea_r, I can scarce speak to thee, thou wilt not be F1_scene/7: are you free? _Some other time for that. Beloued Regan,_ Thy Sister is naught: o Regan, she hath t_ied __Sharpe-tooth'd vnkindnesse, like a vulture he_re,_ I can scarce speak to thee, thou wilt not be Q1_scene/7: leeue, __Of how depriued a qualitie, O Regan. I pray ____sir_ take patience, I ________ha__v_____e h_____________op___________e Y_______o_u ____l_____ess_e_ know_ how to v________a_________________ F1_scene/7: leeue __With how deprau'd a qualit_y. O Regan._ I pray you Sir, take patience, I have hope You lesse know how to value her desert, Than she to scant her dutie. S_ay? How is that? I cannot think my Sis Q1_scene/7: _____________l_____u___________e ____he___r_ __d________________________e__s_________e_____________________rt, _T__ha_n _s_______he_ t____o _s__________l_acke_ _h__________er dut____i_____e. My curs F1_scene/7: ter in the least Would faile her Obligation. If Sir perchance She have restrained the Riots of your Followres,_ It is on such ground, and to such wholesome end, As cleeres her from all blame._ My curs Q1_scene/7: ses on her. O Sir_ you are old, Nature on you standes on the very verge of her confine, You should be rul'd_ and led by some discretion, That discernes your state better than you yourself, Ther_f F1_scene/7: _es on her._ O Sir, you are old,_ Nature in you stand_s on the very Verge Of his confine: _you should be rul'd, and led By some discretion, _that discernes your state Better than you yourself: _theref Q1_scene/7: ore I __pra__y_ that to our sister, you do make returne, Say you have wrong'd her Sir? Aske her forgiuene__s, Do y___o_u marke how this becomes the house, dear daughter, I confesse that I am old, F1_scene/7: ore I pray you, That to our Sister, you do make returne,_ Say you have wrong'd h__er__._ Aske her forgiuenesse? _Do you but marke how this becomes the house? _Dear daughter, I confesse that I am old; Q1_scene/7: Age is vnnecessarie, on my knees I be__g, That you will vouchsafe me rayment, bed_ and food. Good sir_ no more, these are vnsightly tric_ks, Returne you to my sister. ___No Regan, She hath abat F1_scene/7: _Age is vnnecessar_y: on my knees I begge,_ That you will vouchsafe me Rayment, Bed, and Food._ Good Sir, no more: these are vnsightly trickes: _Returne you to my Sister.__ Never Regan: _She hath abat Q1_scene/7: ed me of half my traine, Loo_kt blacke upon me, strooke me with her tongue Most Serpent-like_ upon the very heart, All the stor'd vengeances of heauen_ fall on her ingrat_fu_l top, Strike her yo F1_scene/7: ed me of half my Traine; _Look'd blacke upon me, strooke me with her Tongue _Most Serpent-like, upon the very Heart._ All the stor'd Vengeances of Heauen, fall On her ingratefull __top: _strike her yo Q1_scene/7: ng bones, you taking ay_rs_ with lamene__s. Fie fie_ sir. You nimble lightnings_ dart your blinding flames, Into her scornfull eyes, infect her beautie, You fen-sucked fo__gs, drawne by the powref F1_scene/7: ng bones _You taking Ayres, with Lamenesse._ Fye sir, fie._ You nimble Lightnings, dart your blinding flames __Into her scornfull eyes: Infect her Beaut_y,_ You Fen-suck'd Fogges, drawne by the powrf_ Q1_scene/7: ull sunne, To fall_ and blast her pride. O the blest Gods, so will you wish on me, When the rash moo____d ~~ No Regan, thou shalt never have my curse, The tender hefted nature shall not give the F1_scene/7: ull Sunne,_ To fall, and bliste____r____._ O the blest Gods! So will you wish on me, __when the rash moode is on. No Regan, thou shalt never have my curse: _Thy tender-hefted Nature shall not give The Q1_scene/7: e over To harshne__s, her eies are fierce, but thine do comfort_ and not burne it is not in thee to grudge my pleasures, to cut off my traine, To bandy hasty words, to scant my sizes, And in c F1_scene/7: e over _to harshnesse: Her eyes are fierce, but thine Do comfort, and not __burne. It is not in thee To grudge my pleasures, to cut off my __Traine,_ To bandy hasty words, to scant my sizes,_ And in c Q1_scene/7: onclusion, to oppose the bolt Against my coming in, thou better knowest, The offices of nature, bond of child-hood, Effects of curtesie, dues of gratitude, Thy half of the kingdome, hast thou not F1_scene/7: onclusion, to oppose the bolt _Against my coming in. Thou better know'st __The Offices of Nature, bond of Child_hood,_ Effects of Curtesie, dues of Gratitude: _Thy half of the Kingdome _hast thou not Q1_scene/7: forgot Wherein I thee indow'd. Good sir_ to the purpose._ _W_________ho_ ____put my man in the stockes? __What trumpe_t_ __is __t_hat? Enter Steward. I know it_ my sisters, this approues her let F1_scene/7: forgot, Wherein I thee endow'd._ Good Sir, to the purpose. Tucket within. Who put my man in the Stockes? _Ente_r S_teward. What Trumpet __i___s t_h_at_? _I know it, my Sisters: this approues her Let Q1_scene/7: ters, That she would soon be h_ere, is your Lady come? This is a slaue, whose easie borrowed pride Dwels in the fickle grace of her, he followes, Out varlet, from my sight. What meanes your Grace F1_scene/7: ter_,_ That she would soon be heere. Is your Lady come? _This is a Slaue, whose easie borrowed pride _Dwels in the sickly grace of her _he followes._ Out Varlet, from my sight._ What meanes your Grace Q1_scene/7: ? Enter Go_____n. Who struc_k my seruant, Regan_ I have good hope Thou_ didst not know of it. Who comes here? O heauens! If you do love old men, if yo_u sweet sway allow Obedience, if y____ourse F1_scene/7: ? _Enter Gonerill._ Who st_ockt my Seruant? Regan, I have good hope _Thou didst not know on it._ Who comes here? O Heauens!_ If you do love old men; if your sweet sway Allow _Obedience; if you yourse Q1_scene/7: lves are old, make it your cause, Send down_ and take my part, Art not asham'd to look upon this beard? O Regan_ wilt thou take her by the hand? Why not by the hand sir, how have I offended? All F1_scene/7: lves are old, Make it your cause: _Send down, and take my part._ Art not asham'd to look upon this Beard? _O Regan, will yo_u take her by the hand? _Why not by the hand Sir? How have I offended? _All Q1_scene/7: is not offence that indiscretion fin_ds, And dotage tearmes so. O sides_ you are too tough, Will you yet hold? how came my man in the stockes? I set him there_ sir, but his own disorders Deseru'd F1_scene/7: is not offence that indiscretion findes,_ And dotage te_rmes so._ O sides, you are too tough!_ Will you yet hold? How came my man in the Stockes? _I set him there, Sir: but his own Disorders _Deseru'd Q1_scene/7: much lesse aduancement, You, did you? I pray you father being weake_ seem so, If till the expiration of your moneth, You will returne and soio_rne with my sister, Dismissing half your traine, c F1_scene/7: much lesse aduancement.__ You? Did you? _I pray you Father being weake, seem so._ If till the expiration of your Moneth __You will returne and soiourne with my Sister,_ Dismissing half your traine, c Q1_scene/7: ome then to me, I am now from home, and out of that prouision, Which shall be needfu_l for your entertain_ment. Returne to her, and fiftie men dismist_, No_ rather I abiure all roofes, and chuse F1_scene/7: ome then to me,_ I am now from home, and out of that prouision __Which shall be needfull for your entertainement._ Returne to her? and fift_y men dismiss'd? No, rather I abiure all roofes, and chuse _ Q1_scene/7: To wage against the enmitie of the Ayre, To be a Comrade with the Woolfe_ and owle, Necessities sharpe pinch, returne with her, Why the hot blood _in France, that dowerle__s Tooke our yongest born F1_scene/7: To wage against the enmit_y of the ayre,_ To be a Comrade with the Wo_lfe, and Owle,_ Necessities sharpe pinch. Returne with her? _Why the hot-blood_ied France, that dowerlesse _tooke Our yongest born Q1_scene/7: e, I could as well be brought To knee his throne, and Squire-like pension ba_g, To keepe base life _afoot, returne with her, Perswade me rather to be slaue and su_mter To this detested groome. A F1_scene/7: e, I could as well be brought _To knee his Throne, and Squire-like pension b_eg,_ To keepe base life a-foot; returne with her? _Perswade me rather to be slaue and sumpter __To this detested groome._ A Q1_scene/7: t your chois_e sir. Now I prithee daughter do not make me mad, I will not trouble thee my child, farewell, We will no more meete, no more see one another. But yet thou art my flesh, my blood, my d F1_scene/7: t your choi_ce Sir._ I____ prithee Daughter do not make me mad,_ I will not trouble thee my Child; farewell: _We will no more meete, no more see one another._ But yet thou art my flesh, my blood, my D Q1_scene/7: aughter, Or rather a disease that lies within my flesh, Which I must needs call mine, thou art a bile, A plague sore, an imbossed carbuncle in my Corrupted blood, but I will not chide thee, Let s F1_scene/7: aughter,_ Or rather a disease that i__s i____n my flesh,_ Which I must needs call mine. Thou art a Byle,_ A plague sore, or imbossed Carbuncle In my _corrupted blood. But I will not chide thee,_ Let s Q1_scene/7: hame come when it will, I do not call it, I do not bid the thunder-bearer shoote, Nor tell tailes of thee to high-Iudging Ioue, Mend when thou canst, be better at thy leasure, I can be patient, I F1_scene/7: hame come when it will, I do not call it,_ I do not bid the Thunder-bearer shoote,_ Nor tell tal_es of thee to high-iudging Ioue,_ Mend when thou canst, be better at thy leisure,_ I can be patient, I Q1_scene/7: can stay with Regan, I and my hundred Knights. Not altogether so_ sir, ___I look not for you yet, Nor am prouided for your fit welcome, Give eare sir to my sister, for those That mingle reason w F1_scene/7: can stay with Regan,__ I and my hundred Knights._ Not altogether so, I__ _look'd___ not for you yet, _nor am prouided For your fit welcome, _give eare Sir to my Sister, For those _that mingle reason w Q1_scene/7: ith your passion, Must be content to think you are old, and so, But she knowes what she does. Is this well spoken now? I dare auouch it sir, what fiftie followers, Is it not well, what should you F1_scene/7: ith your passion,_ Must be content to think you o_l___d, and so,_ But she knowes what she does._ Is this well spok__en__? _I dare auouch it Sir, what fift_y Followers? _Is it not well? What should you Q1_scene/7: need of more, Yea_ or so many, sith that both charge and danger Speakes against so great a number, how in __a house Should many people_ under two commands Hold a_mytie, it is hard, almost imposs F1_scene/7: need of more? _Yea, or so many? Sith that both charge and danger, Speak__ against so great a number? How in one house _Should many people, under two commands __Hold amit__y? It is hard, almost imposs Q1_scene/7: ible. Why might not you my Lord_ receiue attendance From those that she cals seruants, or from mine? Why not my Lord? if then they chanc'st to slacke you, We could co_ntrowle them, if you will com F1_scene/7: ible._ Why might not you my Lord, receiue attendance _From those that she cals Seruants, or from mine? _Why not my Lord? If then they chanc'd_ to slacke y_e,_ We could comptro_ll them; if you will com Q1_scene/7: e to me, _ For now I spie a danger, I intrea_t you, To bring but fiue and twentie, to no more Will I give place or notice. I gaue you all. And in good time you gaue it. Made you my guardians, my F1_scene/7: e to me,_ (For now I spie a danger) I entreate you __To bring but fiue and twentie, to no more __Will I give place or notice._ I gaue you all._ And in good time you gaue it._ Made you my Guardians, my Q1_scene/7: depositaries, But kept a reseruation to be followed With such a number, what, must I come to you With fiue and twentie, Regan_ said you so? And speak it again my Lord, no more with me. Those wic F1_scene/7: Depositaries,_ But kept a reseruation to be followed _With such a number? What, must I come to you _With fiue and twent_y? Regan, said you so? _And speak it again my Lord, no more with me._ Those wic Q1_scene/7: ked creatures yet do see__m well fauor'd When others are more wicked, not being the worst Stands in some ranke of pr_ayse, I will go with thee, Thy fifty yet doth double fiue and twentie, And thou F1_scene/7: ked Creatures yet do l__ook well fauor'd _When others are more wicked, not being the worst _Stands in some ranke of prais_e, I will go with thee,_ Thy fifty yet doth double fiue and twent_y,_ And thou Q1_scene/7: art twice her love. Hear me my Lord. What need you fiue and twentie, tenne, or fiue, To follow in a house, where twis_e so many have a commaund to tend you. What needes one? O reason not the d F1_scene/7: art twice her Love._ Hear me my Lord; _What need you fiue and twent_y? Ten__? Or fiue? _To follow in a house, where twi_ce so many __Have a comman_d to tend you? _What ne__ed one? _O reason not the n Q1_scene/7: eed, our basest beggers, Are in the poorest thing superfluous, Allow not nature_ more than nature needes, Mans life as cheape as beast_s, thou art a Lady, If onely to go warme were gorgeous, Why F1_scene/7: eed: our basest Beggers __Are in the poorest thing superfluous._ Allow not Nature, more than Nature need_s: _Mans life is cheape as Beastes. Thou art a Lady; _If onl_y to go warme were gorgeous,_ Why Q1_scene/7: nature needes not, what thou gorgeous wearest Which scarcely keepes thee warme, but for true need, You heauens_ give me that patience, patience I need, You see me here (you Gods) a poore old fellow F1_scene/7: Nature need_s not _what thou gorgeous wear'st, Which scarcely keepes thee warme, but for true need: _You Heauens, give me that patience, patience I need,_ You see me here (you Gods) a poore old man___ Q1_scene/7: , As full of greefe as age, wretched in both, If it be you that stirres these daughters hearts Against their Father, foole me not too much, To beare it lamely, touch me with noble anger, __O let F1_scene/7: ,_ As full of griefe as age, wretched in both,_ If it be you that stirres these Daughters hearts _Against their Father, foole me not so_ much,_ To beare it tamely: touch me with Noble anger,_ And let Q1_scene/7: not womens weapons, water drops Stayne my mans cheekes, no you vnnaturall hags, I will have such reuenges on you both, That all the world shall__, I will do such things, What they are yet_ I know F1_scene/7: not womens weapons, water drops, Staine my mans cheekes. No you vnnaturall Hags,_ I will have such reuenges on you both,_ That all the world shall -- I will do such things,_ What they are yet, I know Q1_scene/7: not, but they shall be The terrors of the earth, you think i will weepe, No_ i will not weepe, I have full cause of weeping, But this heart sha___ll_ breake, __in ____a 100. thous_and flow_es _O_r F1_scene/7: not, but they shall be _The terrors of the earth? you think I will weepe,_ No, I will not weepe, I have full cause of weeping._ St_orm_e a__nd Te_mpest. B___ut _this heart _____s____hall br__eak _into Q1_scene/7: ere ______I wi____ll weep_e, _O foole I shall __g_o_ mad. Exeunt_ Lear, L_eister, Kent, an_d___ F_oole. Let us withdraw, it will be a storme. This house is little_ the old man and his people, Can F1_scene/7: a__ hundred thousand flawes _Or er__e I wi_ll weepe; O__ __Fo_ole, I___ _shal___l _g_o_ _m_ad. Exeunt._ Let us withdraw, it will be a Storme._ This house is little, the old man and his people,_ Can Q1_scene/7: not be well bestowed. it is his own blame hath put himself from rest, And must needs tas_t his folly. For his particuler, i will receiue him gladly, But not one follower. So am I purpos'd, where F1_scene/7: not be well bestow'd._ It is his own blame hath put himself from rest,_ And must needs taste his folly._ For his particular, I will receiue him gladly,__ But not one follower._ So am I purpos'd, Where Q1_scene/7: is my Lord of gloster? Enter Gl____o. Followed the old man forth, he is return'd. The King is in ____hi_gh_ ra_______________ge, ____a_________nd_ ____will I know not whether. it is _good to give F1_scene/7: is my Lord of Gloster? _Enter Gloster._ Followed the old man forth, he is return'd._ The King is in high rage. Whether is he going? He cals to Horse, but will I know not whether._ It is bes_t to give Q1_scene/7: him way, he leads himself. My Lord, intrea_t him by no meanes to stay. Alack the night comes on, and the bleak win_ds Do sorely russ_e_l, for many miles about there is __n_ot a bush. O sir, to wi F1_scene/7: him way, he leads himself._ My Lord, entreate him by no meanes to stay._ Alack the night comes on, and the hig_h windes _Do sorely ru__ffle, for many Miles about There is scarce a Bush._ O Sir, to wi Q1_scene/7: lfull men The iniuries that they themselves procure, Must be their school_emasters, shut up your doores, He is attended with a desperate traine, And what they may incense him to, being apt, To h F1_scene/7: lfull men,_ The iniuries that they themselves procure,_ Must be their Schoole-Masters: shut up your doores,_ He is attended with a desperate traine,_ And what they may incense him to, being apt,_ To h Q1_scene/7: ave his eare abus_d, wisedome bids feare. Shut up your doores my Lord, it is a wil_d night, My R__eg counsails well, come out of the storme._ Exeunt F1_scene/7: ave his eare abus'd, wisedome bids feare._ Shut up your doores my Lord, it is a wil'd night,_ My Regan counsel_s well: come out of the storme. Exeun_____t.______