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ordinary Men are fit for, I am qualified in; and the best of me is Diligence.
Lear. Follow me; thou fhalt ferve me.
[Exit; Kent runs after him. Lear. What fays the Fellow? Call me the Clodpole back. Att. My Lord, I know not; but methinks your Highnefs is entertain'd with flender Ceremony.
Servant. He fays, my Lord, your Daughter is not well. Lear. Why came not the Slave back when I called him?
Serv. My Lord, he anfwered me i'th' furlieft Manner, that he would not.
Re-enter Gentleman brought in by Kent.
Lear. I hope our Daughter did not fo inftruct him. Now, who am I, Sir?
Gent. My Lady's Father. Lear. My Lord's Knave.
Goneril at the Entrance.
Lear. Now, Daughter, why that Frontlet on ? Speak, does that Frown become our Prefence? Gent. I'll not be ftruck, my Lord.
Kent. Nor tript neither, thou vile Civet-box.
In Quarrels bred; by making this known to you,
Lear. Are you our Daughter?
Gon. Come, Sir, let me intreat you to make ufe
Lear. Does any here know me? Why, this is not Lear.
Does Lear walk thus ? Speak thus? Where are his Eyes? Who is it that can tell me who I am?
Gon. Come, Sir, this Admiration's much o'th' Savour.
As you are old, you should be ftaid and wife :
Themselves and You.
Lear. Darkness and Devils!
Saddle my Horfes, call my Train together;
How fmall, Cordelia, was thy Fault? O Lear,
And thy dear Judgment out; Go, go, my People.
ngrateful Duke, was this your Will?
Alb. What, Sir?
Lear. Death! fifty of my Followers at a Clap!'
Gon. Never afflict yourself to know the Cause,
Lear. Blaits upon thee,
Th' untented Woundings of a Father's Curfe
Gon. Mark ye that.
Dear Goddefs hear; and if thou doft intend
A Babe to honour her ;-But if fhe muft bring forth,
To have a thanklefs Child: Away, away. [Exit cum fuis.
Alb. Well, you may bear too far.
End of the First A&t.
A C T. II.
SCENE Glofter's Houfe.
HE Duke comes here to Night, I'll take the Advantage
Of his Arrival to complete my Project: Brother, a Word, come forth; 'tis I your Friend, [Enter Edgar. My Father watches for you, fly thisPlace. Intelligence is giv'n where you're hid; Take the Advantage of the Night; bethink ye,
Have you not spoke against the Duke of Cornwal
Edg. Nothing; why ask you?
Baft. Because he's coming here to Night in hafte,
Enter Glofter and Servants.
Gloft. Now, Edmund, where's the Traitor ?
Strikes Horror through me; but my Brother, Sir,
Gloft. Thou bleed'it! purfue the Villain,
And bring him piece-meal to me.
Baft. Sir, he's fled.
[Stabs [bis Arm.
Gloft. Let him fly far, this Kingdom shall not hide him :
Rewards for him that brings him to the Stage,
And Death for the Concealer.
Then of my Lands, loyal and natural Boy,
Enter Kent (difguised still) and Goneril's Gentleman,
Gent. Where may we fet our Horfes?
Kent. I'th' Mire.
Gent. Good morrow, Friend, belong'ft thou to this
Gent. I am in hafte, prithee an' thou lov'ft me, tell me.
Gent. Why then I care not for thee.
Kent. An' I had thee in Lipfbury Pinfold, I'd make thee
care for me.
Gent. What doft thou mean? I know thee not.
Gent. What doft thou know me for?
Kent. For a base, proud, beggarly, white-liver'd, glassglaring, fuper-ferviceable, finical Rogue; one that wou'd be a Pimp in Way of good Service, and art nothing but a Compofition of Knave, Beggar, Coward, Pandar
Gent. What a monftrous Fellow art thou to rail at One that is neither known of thee, nor knows thee.
Kent. Impudent Slave! not know me, who but two Days fince tript up thy Heels before the King: Draw, Mifcreant, or I'll make the Moon fhine through thee.
Gent. What means the Fellow? Why, prithee, prithee; I tell thee I have nothing to do with thee.
Kent. I know your Roguefhip's Office; you come with Letters against the King, taking my young Lady Vanity's Part against her Royal Father: Draw, Rafcal.
Gent. Murder, Murder, help. [Exit. Kent after him. Flourish. Enter Duke of Cornwal, Regan, attended; Glofter, Baftard.
Gloft. All Welcome to your Graces, you do me Honour.
Gloft. He did betray his Practice, and receiv'd
Reg. Ufe our Authority to apprehend The Traitor, and do Justice on his Head ;For you, Edmund, that have fo fignaliz'd
Your Virtue, you from henceforth fhall be ours;
A charming Youth, and worth my farther Thought. [Afide..
We chufe you, Glofter, for our Host to-night,