ordinary Men are fit for, I am qualified in; and the best of me is Diligence. Lear. Follow me; thou fhalt serve me. Now, Sir? Enter one of Goneril's Gentlemen. [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 answered 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. -Strikes him. Gon. By Day and Night; this is infufferable, I will not bear it. 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. [Strikes up his Heels. Gon. Sir, this licentious Infolence of your Servants Is moft unfeemly hourly they break out In Quarrels bred; by making this known to you, I thought to have had Redreis, but find too late That you protect and countenance their Outrage; And therefore, Sir, I take this Freedom, which Neceffity makes difcreet. Lear. Are you our Daughter? Gon. Come, Sir, let me intreat you to make ufe Of your Difcretion, and put off betimes This Difpofition that of late transforms you From what you rightly are, Lear. Does any here know me? Why, this is not Lear. Does 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 fhould be ftaid and wife : 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 Caufe,, Lear. Blafts upon thee, Th' untented Woundings of a Father's Curfe Gon. Mark ye that.. B 3 Dear: Dear Goddefs hear; and if thou dost intend A Babe to honour her ;-But if fhe muft bring forth, How fharper than a Serpent's Tooth it is To have a thanklefs Child Away, away. [Exit cum fuis. Gon. Prefuming thus upon his numerous Train, He thinks to play the Tyrant here, and hold Our Lives at Will. Alb. Well, you may bear too far. End of the First Alt. [Exit. A C T. II. SCENE Glofter's Houfe. Baft. Τ Enter Baftard. HE Duke comes here to Night, I'll take Of his Arrival to complete my Project: My Father watches for you, fly this Place. Intelligence is giv'n where you're hid; Have Have you not spoke against the Duke of Cornwal Edg. Nothing; why ask you? Baft. Because he's coming here to Night in hafte, And Regan with him-Hark! the Guards; away. Edg. Let 'em come on, I'll stay and clear myself. Baft. Your Innocence at Leifure may be heard, But Glofter's forming Rage as yet is deaf, And you may perifh e'er allow'd the Hearing. [Ex.Edgar. Enter Glofter and Servants. Gloft. Now, Edmund, where's the Traitor ? [Stabs [bis Arm. Strikes Horror through me; but my Brother, Sir, Gloft. Thou bleed'it! pursue the Villain, And bring him piece-meal to me. Baft. Sir, he's fled. Gloft. Let him fly far, this Kingdom fhall not hide him: The noble Duke my Patron comes to-night; By his Authority I will proclaim Rewards for him that brings him to the Stage, And Death for the Concealer. Then of my Lands, loyal and natural Boy, I'll work the Means to make thee capable. [Exeunt. Enter Kent (difguifed ftill) and Goneril's Gentleman, Severally. Gent. Good morrow, Friend, belong'ft thou to this Gent. Where may we fet our Horfes ? Kent. I'th' Mire. [Houfe? Gent. I am in hafte, prithee an' thou lov'ft me, tell me. Kent. I love thee not. Gent. Why then I care not for thee. Kent. An' I had thee in Lipfbury Pinfold, I'd make thee care for me. Gent Gent. What doft thou mean? I know thee not. Gent. What doft thou know me for Kent. For a bafe, 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. Duke. Glofler, We've heard with Sorrow that your Life Has been attempted by your impious Son; But Edmund here has paid you ftrictest Duty. Gloft. He is, my Lord. Reg. Ufe our Authority to apprehend The Traitor, and do Juftice on his Head ; For you, Edmund, that have fo fignaliz'd Your Virtue, you from henceforth fhall be ours; Natures of fuch firm [ruft we much fhall need. A charming Youth, and worth my farther Thought. [Afide.. Enter |