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Foole. Winters not gon yet, if the wil'd Geese fly that way,
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Fathers that weare rags, do make their Children blind,
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But Fathers that beare bags, shall see their children kind.
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Fortune that arrant whore, nere turns the key toth' poore.
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But for all this thou shalt haue as many Dolors for thy
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Daughters, as thou canst tell in a yeare
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Lear. Oh how this Mother swels vp toward my heart!
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Historica passio, downe thou climing sorrow,
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Thy Elements below where is this Daughter?
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Kent. With the Earle Sir, here within
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Lear. Follow me not, stay here.
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Enter.
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Gen. Made you no more offence,
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But what you speake of?
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Kent. None:
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How chance the King comes with so small a number?
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Foole. And thou hadst beene set i'th' Stockes for that
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question, thoud'st well deseru'd it
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Kent. Why Foole?
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Foole. Wee'l set thee to schoole to an Ant, to teach
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thee ther's no labouring i'th' winter. All that follow their
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noses, are led by their eyes, but blinde men, and there's
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not a nose among twenty, but can smell him that's stinking;
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let go thy hold when a great wheele runs downe a
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hill, least it breake thy necke with following. But the
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great one that goes vpward, let him draw thee after:
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when a wiseman giues thee better counsell giue me mine
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againe, I would haue none but knaues follow it, since a
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Foole giues it.
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That Sir, which serues and seekes for gaine,
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And followes but for forme;
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Will packe, when it begins to raine,
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And leaue thee in the storme,
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But I will tarry, the Foole will stay,
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And let the wiseman flie:
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The knaue turnes Foole that runnes away,
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The Foole no knaue perdie.
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Enter Lear, and Gloster] :
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Kent. Where learn'd you this Foole?
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Foole. Not i'th' Stocks Foole
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Lear. Deny to speake with me?
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They are sicke, they are weary,
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They haue trauail'd all the night? meere fetches,
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The images of reuolt and flying off.
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Fetch me a better answer
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Glo. My deere Lord,
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You know the fiery quality of the Duke,
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How vnremoueable and fixt he is
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In his owne course
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Lear. Vengeance, Plague, Death, Confusion:
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Fiery? What quality? Why Gloster, Gloster,
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I'ld speake with the Duke of Cornewall, and his wife
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Glo. Well my good Lord, I haue inform'd them so
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Lear. Inform'd them? Do'st thou vnderstand me man
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Glo. I my good Lord
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Lear. The King would speake with Cornwall,
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The deere Father
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Would with his Daughter speake, commands, tends, seruice,
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Are they inform'd of this? My breath and blood:
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Fiery? The fiery Duke, tell the hot Duke that-
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No, but not yet, may be he is not well,
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Infirmity doth still neglect all office,
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Whereto our health is bound, we are not our selues,
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When Nature being opprest, commands the mind
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To suffer with the body; Ile forbeare,
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And am fallen out with my more headier will,
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To take the indispos'd and sickly fit,
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For the sound man. Death on my state: wherefore
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Should he sit heere? This act perswades me,
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That this remotion of the Duke and her
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Is practise only. Giue me my Seruant forth;
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Goe tell the Duke, and's wife, Il'd speake with them:
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Now, presently: bid them come forth and heare me,
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Or at their Chamber doore Ile beate the Drum,
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Till it crie sleepe to death
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Glo. I would haue all well betwixt you.
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Enter.
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Lear. Oh me my heart! My rising heart! But downe
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Foole. Cry to it Nunckle, as the Cockney did to the
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Eeles, when she put 'em i'th' Paste aliue, she knapt 'em
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o'th' coxcombs with a sticke, and cryed downe wantons,
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downe; 'twas her Brother, that in pure kindnesse to his
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Horse buttered his Hay.
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Enter Cornewall, Regan, Gloster, Seruants.
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