The Complete Works of William Shakespeare, William Shakespeare [book recommendations based on other books txt] 📗

Since my young lady’s going into France, sir, the fool hath much pined away.

Lear. No more of that; I have noted it well. Go you and tell my daughter I would speak with her. [Exit Knight.] Go you, call hither my fool.

[Exit an Attendant.]

 

Enter [Oswald the] Steward.

 

O, you, sir, you! Come you hither, sir. Who am I, sir?

Osw. My lady’s father.

Lear. ‘My lady’s father’? My lord’s knave! You whoreson dog! you slave! you cur!

Osw. I am none of these, my lord; I beseech your pardon.

Lear. Do you bandy looks with me, you rascal?

[Strikes him.]

Osw. I’ll not be strucken, my lord.

Kent. Nor tripp’d neither, you base football player?

[Trips up his heels.

Lear. I thank thee, fellow. Thou serv’st me, and I’ll love thee.

Kent. Come, sir, arise, away! I’ll teach you differences. Away, away! If you will measure your lubber’s length again, tarry; but away! Go to! Have you wisdom? So.

[Pushes him out.]

Lear. Now, my friendly knave, I thank thee. There’s earnest of thy service. [Gives money.]

 

Enter Fool.

 

Fool. Let me hire him too. Here’s my coxcomb.

[Offers Kent his cap.]

Lear. How now, my pretty knave? How dost thou?

Fool. Sirrah, you were best take my coxcomb.

Kent. Why, fool?

Fool. Why? For taking one’s part that’s out of favour. Nay, an thou canst not smile as the wind sits, thou’lt catch cold shortly.

There, take my coxcomb! Why, this fellow hath banish’d two on’s daughters, and did the third a blessing against his will. If thou follow him, thou must needs wear my coxcomb.- How now, nuncle? Would I had two coxcombs and two daughters!

Lear. Why, my boy?

Fool. If I gave them all my living, I’ld keep my coxcombs myself.

There’s mine! beg another of thy daughters.

Lear. Take heed, sirrah-the whip.

Fool. Truth’s a dog must to kennel; he must be whipp’d out, when Lady the brach may stand by th’ fire and stink.

Lear. A pestilent gall to me!

Fool. Sirrah, I’ll teach thee a speech.

Lear. Do.

Fool. Mark it, nuncle.

Have more than thou showest,

Speak less than thou knowest,

Lend less than thou owest,

Ride more than thou goest,

Learn more than thou trowest,

Set less than thou throwest;

Leave thy drink and thy whore,

And keep in-a-door,

And thou shalt have more

Than two tens to a score.

Kent. This is nothing, fool.

Fool. Then ‘tis like the breath of an unfeed lawyer-you gave me nothing for’t. Can you make no use of nothing, nuncle?

Lear. Why, no, boy. Nothing can be made out of nothing.

Fool. [to Kent] Prithee tell him, so much the rent of his land comes to. He will not believe a fool.

Lear. A bitter fool!

Fool. Dost thou know the difference, my boy, between a bitter fool and a sweet fool?

Lear. No, lad; teach me.

Fool. That lord that counsell’d thee

To give away thy land,

Come place him here by meDo thou for him stand.

The sweet and bitter fool

Will presently appear;

The one in motley here,

The other found out there.

Lear. Dost thou call me fool, boy?

Fool. All thy other titles thou hast given away; that thou wast born with.

Kent. This is not altogether fool, my lord.

Fool. No, faith; lords and great men will not let me. If I had a monopoly out, they would have part on’t. And ladies too, they will not let me have all the fool to myself; they’ll be snatching. Give me an egg, nuncle, and I’ll give thee two crowns.

Lear. What two crowns shall they be?

Fool. Why, after I have cut the egg i’ th’ middle and eat up the meat, the two crowns of the egg. When thou clovest thy crown i’

th’ middle and gav’st away both parts, thou bor’st thine ass on thy back o’er the dirt. Thou hadst little wit in thy bald crown when thou gav’st thy golden one away. If I speak like myself in this, let him be whipp’d that first finds it so.

 

[Sings] Fools had ne’er less grace in a year, For wise men are grown foppish; They know not how their wits to wear, Their manners are so apish.

 

Lear. When were you wont to be so full of songs, sirrah?

Fool. I have us’d it, nuncle, ever since thou mad’st thy daughters thy mother; for when thou gav’st them the rod, and put’st down thine own breeches,

 

[Sings] Then they for sudden joy did weep, And I for sorrow sung,

That such a king should play bo-peep And go the fools among.

 

Prithee, nuncle, keep a schoolmaster that can teach thy fool to lie. I would fain learn to lie.

Lear. An you lie, sirrah, we’ll have you whipp’d.

Fool. I marvel what kin thou and thy daughters are. They’ll have me whipp’d for speaking true; thou’lt have me whipp’d for lying; and sometimes I am whipp’d for holding my peace. I had rather be any kind o’ thing than a fool! And yet I would not be thee, nuncle. Thou hast pared thy wit o’ both sides and left nothing i’ th’ middle. Here comes one o’ the parings.

 

Enter Goneril.

 

Lear. How now, daughter? What makes that frontlet on? Methinks you are too much o’ late i’ th’ frown.

Fool. Thou wast a pretty fellow when thou hadst no need to care for her frowning. Now thou art an O without a figure. I am better than thou art now: I am a fool, thou art nothing.

[To Goneril] Yes, forsooth, I will hold my tongue. So your face bids me, though you say nothing. Mum, mum!

 

He that keeps nor crust nor crum, Weary of all, shall want some.-

 

[Points at Lear] That’s a sheal’d peascod.

Gon. Not only, sir, this your all-licens’d fool, But other of your insolent retinue

Do hourly carp and quarrel, breaking forth In rank and not-to-be-endured riots. Sir, I had thought, by making this well known unto you, To have found a safe redress, but now grow fearful, By what yourself, too, late have spoke and done, That you protect this course, and put it on By your allowance; which if you should, the fault Would not scape censure, nor the redresses sleep, Which, in the tender of a wholesome weal, Might in their working do you that offence Which else were shame, that then necessity Must call discreet proceeding.

Fool. For you know, nuncle,

 

The hedge-sparrow fed the cuckoo so long That it had it head bit off by it young.

 

So out went the candle, and we were left darkling.

Lear. Are you our daughter?

Gon. Come, sir,

I would you would make use of that good wisdom Whereof I know you are fraught, and put away These dispositions that of late transform you From what you rightly are.

Fool. May not an ass know when the cart draws the horse?

Whoop, Jug, I love thee!

Lear. Doth any here know me? This is not Lear.

Doth Lear walk thus? speak thus? Where are his eyes?

Either his notion weakens, his discernings Are lethargied-Ha! waking? ‘Tis not so!

Who is it that can tell me who I am?

Fool. Lear’s shadow.

Lear. I would learn that; for, by the marks of sovereignty, Knowledge, and reason, I should be false persuaded I had daughters.

Fool. Which they will make an obedient father.

Lear. Your name, fair gentlewoman?

Gon. This admiration, sir, is much o’ th’ savour Of other your new pranks. I do beseech you To understand my purposes aright.

As you are old and reverend, you should be wise.

Here do you keep a hundred knights and squires; Men so disorder’d, so debosh’d, and bold That this our court, infected with their manners, Shows like a riotous inn. Epicurism and lust Make it more like a tavern or a brothel Than a grac’d palace. The shame itself doth speak For instant remedy. Be then desir’d

By her that else will take the thing she begs A little to disquantity your train,

And the remainder that shall still depend To be such men as may besort your age, Which know themselves, and you.

Lear. Darkness and devils!

Saddle my horses! Call my train together!

Degenerate bastard, I’ll not trouble thee; Yet have I left a daughter.

Gon. You strike my people, and your disorder’d rabble Make servants of their betters.

 

Enter Albany.

 

Lear. Woe that too late repents!- O, sir, are you come?

Is it your will? Speak, sir!- Prepare my horses.

Ingratitude, thou marble-hearted fiend, More hideous when thou show’st thee in a child Than the sea-monster!

Alb. Pray, sir, be patient.

Lear. [to Goneril] Detested kite, thou liest!

My train are men of choice and rarest parts, That all particulars of duty know

And in the most exact regard support The worships of their name.- O most small fault, How ugly didst thou in Cordelia show!

Which, like an engine, wrench’d my frame of nature From the fix’d place; drew from my heart all love And added to the gall. O Lear, Lear, Lear!

Beat at this gate that let thy folly in [Strikes his head.]

And thy dear judgment out! Go, go, my people.

Alb. My lord, I am guiltless, as I am ignorant Of what hath mov’d you.

Lear. It may be so, my lord.

Hear, Nature, hear! dear goddess, hear!

Suspend thy purpose, if thou didst intend To make this creature fruitful.

Into her womb convey sterility;

Dry up in her the organs of increase; And from her derogate body never spring A babe to honour her! If she must teem, Create her child of spleen, that it may live And be a thwart disnatur’d torment to her.

Let it stamp wrinkles in her brow of youth, With cadent tears fret channels in her cheeks, Turn all her mother’s pains and benefits To laughter and contempt, that she may feel How sharper than a serpent’s tooth it is To have a thankless child! Away, away! Exit.

Alb. Now, gods that we adore, whereof comes this?

Gon. Never afflict yourself to know the cause; But let his disposition have that scope That dotage gives it.

 

Enter Lear.

 

Lear. What, fifty of my followers at a clap?

Within a fortnight?

Alb. What’s the matter, sir?

Lear. I’ll tell thee. [To Goneril] Life and death! I am asham’d That thou hast power to shake my manhood thus; That these hot tears, which break from me perforce, Should make thee worth them. Blasts and fogs upon thee!

Th’ untented woundings of a father’s curse Pierce every sense about thee!- Old fond eyes, Beweep this cause again, I’ll pluck ye out, And cast you, with the waters that you lose, To temper clay. Yea, is it come to this?

Let it be so. Yet have I left a daughter, Who I am sure is kind and comfortable.

When she shall hear this of thee, with her nails She’ll flay thy wolvish visage. Thou shalt find That I’ll resume the shape which thou dost think I have cast off for ever; thou shalt, I warrant thee.

Exeunt [Lear, Kent, and Attendants].

Gon. Do you mark that, my lord?

Alb. I cannot be so partial, Goneril,

To the great love I bear you -

Gon. Pray you, content.- What, Oswald, ho!

[To the Fool] You, sir, more knave than fool, after your master!

Fool. Nuncle Lear, nuncle Lear, tarry! Take the fool with thee.

 

A fox when one has caught her,

And such a daughter,

Should sure to the slaughter,

If my cap would buy a halter.

So the fool follows after. Exit.

Gon. This man hath had good counsel! A hundred knights?

‘Tis politic and safe to let him keep At point a hundred knights; yes,