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some little time hath qualified the heat of his displeasure, |
which at this instant so rageth in him, that with the mischiefe |
of your person, it would scarsely alay |
Edg. Some Villaine hath done me wrong |
Edm. That's my feare, I pray you haue a continent |
forbearance till the speed of his rage goes slower: and as |
I say, retire with me to my lodging, from whence I will |
fitly bring you to heare my Lord speake: pray ye goe, |
there's my key: if you do stirre abroad, goe arm'd |
Edg. Arm'd, Brother? |
Edm. Brother, I aduise you to the best, I am no honest |
man, if ther be any good meaning toward you: I haue told |
you what I haue seene, and heard: But faintly. Nothing |
like the image, and horror of it, pray you away |
Edg. Shall I heare from you anon? |
Enter. |
Edm. I do serue you in this businesse: |
A Credulous Father, and a Brother Noble, |
Whose nature is so farre from doing harmes, |
That he suspects none: on whose foolish honestie |
My practises ride easie: I see the businesse. |
Let me, if not by birth, haue lands by wit, |
All with me's meete, that I can fashion fit. |
Enter. |
Scena Tertia. |
Enter Gonerill, and Steward. |
Gon. Did my Father strike my Gentleman for chiding |
of his Foole? |
Ste. I Madam |
Gon. By day and night, he wrongs me, euery howre |
He flashes into one grosse crime, or other, |
That sets vs all at ods: Ile not endure it; |
His Knights grow riotous, and himselfe vpbraides vs |
On euery trifle. When he returnes from hunting, |
I will not speake with him, say I am sicke, |
If you come slacke of former seruices, |
You shall do well, the fault of it Ile answer |
Ste. He's comming Madam, I heare him |
Gon. Put on what weary negligence you please, |
You and your Fellowes: I'de haue it come to question; |
If he distaste it, let him to my Sister, |
Whose mind and mine I know in that are one, |
Remember what I haue said |
Ste. Well Madam |
Gon. And let his Knights haue colder lookes among |
you: what growes of it no matter, aduise your fellowes |
so, Ile write straight to my Sister to hold my course; prepare |
for dinner. |
Exeunt. |
Scena Quarta. |
Enter Kent. |
Kent. If but as will I other accents borrow, |
That can my speech defuse, my good intent |
May carry through it selfe to that full issue |
For which I raiz'd my likenesse. Now banisht Kent, |
If thou canst serue where thou dost stand condemn'd, |
So may it come, thy Master whom thou lou'st, |
Shall find thee full of labours. |
Hornes within. Enter Lear and Attendants. |
Lear. Let me not stay a iot for dinner, go get it ready: |
how now, what art thou? |
Kent. A man Sir |
Lear. What dost thou professe? What would'st thou |
with vs? |
Kent. I do professe to be no lesse then I seeme; to serue |
him truely that will put me in trust, to loue him that is |
honest, to conuerse with him that is wise and saies little, to |
feare iudgement, to fight when I cannot choose, and to |
eate no fish |