Shakespeare's King Lear Act 2, Scene 4

King Lear

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ACT II SCENE IV	Before Gloucester's castle. Kent in the stocks.
[Enter KING LEAR, Fool, and Gentleman]
KING LEAR	'Tis strange that they should so depart from home,
	And not send back my messenger.
Gentleman	As I learn'd,
	The night before there was no purpose in them
	Of this remove.	5
KENT	Hail to thee, noble master!
KING LEAR	Ha!
	Makest thou this shame thy pastime?
KENT	No, my lord.
Fool	Ha, ha! he wears cruel garters. Horses are tied	10
	by the heads, dogs and bears by the neck, monkeys by
	the loins, and men by the legs: when a man's
	over-lusty at legs, then he wears wooden
	nether-stocks.
KING LEAR	What's he that hath so much thy place mistook	15
	To set thee here?
KENT	It is both he and she;
	Your son and daughter.
KING LEAR	No.
KENT	Yes.	20
KING LEAR	No, I say.
KENT	I say, yea.
KING LEAR	No, no, they would not.
KENT	Yes, they have.
KING LEAR	By Jupiter, I swear, no.	25
KENT	By Juno, I swear, ay.
KING LEAR	They durst not do 't;
	They could not, would not do 't; 'tis worse than murder,
	To do upon respect such violent outrage:
	Resolve me, with all modest haste, which way	30
	Thou mightst deserve, or they impose, this usage,
	Coming from us.
KENT	My lord, when at their home
	I did commend your highness' letters to them,
	Ere I was risen from the place that show'd	35
	My duty kneeling, came there a reeking post,
	Stew'd in his haste, half breathless, panting forth
	From Goneril his mistress salutations;
	Deliver'd letters, spite of intermission,
	Which presently they read: on whose contents,	40
	They summon'd up their meiny, straight took horse;
	Commanded me to follow, and attend
	The leisure of their answer; gave me cold looks:
	And meeting here the other messenger,
	Whose welcome, I perceived, had poison'd mine,--	45
	Being the very fellow that of late
	Display'd so saucily against your highness,--
	Having more man than wit about me, drew:
	He raised the house with loud and coward cries.
	Your son and daughter found this trespass worth	50
	The shame which here it suffers.
Fool	Winter's not gone yet, if the wild-geese fly that way.
	Fathers that wear rags
	Do make their children blind;
	But fathers that bear bags	55
	Shall see their children kind.
	Fortune, that arrant whore,
	Ne'er turns the key to the poor.
	But, for all this, thou shalt have as many dolours
	for thy daughters as thou canst tell in a year.	60
KING LEAR	O, how this mother swells up toward my heart!
	Hysterica passio, down, thou climbing sorrow,
	Thy element's below! Where is this daughter?
KENT	With the earl, sir, here within.
KING LEAR	Follow me not;	65
	Stay here.
[Exit]
Gentleman	Made you no more offence but what you speak of?
KENT	None.
	How chance the king comes with so small a train?
Fool	And thou hadst been set i' the stocks for that	70
	question, thou hadst well deserved it.
KENT	Why, fool?
Fool	We'll set thee to school to an ant, to teach thee
	there's no labouring i' the winter. All that follow
	their noses are led by their eyes but blind men; and	75
	there's not a nose among twenty but can smell him
	that's stinking. Let go thy hold when a great wheel
	runs down a hill, lest it break thy neck with
	following it: but the great one that goes up the
	hill, let him draw thee after. When a wise man	80
	gives thee better counsel, give me mine again: I
	would have none but knaves follow it, since a fool gives it.
	That sir which serves and seeks for gain,
	And follows but for form,
	Will pack when it begins to rain,	85
	And leave thee in the storm,
	But I will tarry; the fool will stay,
	And let the wise man fly:
	The knave turns fool that runs away;
	The fool no knave, perdy.	90
KENT	Where learned you this, fool?
Fool	Not i' the stocks, fool.
[Re-enter KING LEAR with GLOUCESTER]
KING LEAR	Deny to speak with me? They are sick? they are weary?
	They have travell'd all the night? Mere fetches;
	The images of revolt and flying off.	95
	Fetch me a better answer.
GLOUCESTER	My dear lord,
	You know the fiery quality of the duke;
	How unremoveable and fix'd he is
	In his own course.	100
KING LEAR	Vengeance! plague! death! confusion!
	Fiery? what quality? Why, Gloucester, Gloucester,
	I'ld speak with the Duke of Cornwall and his wife.
GLOUCESTER	Well, my good lord, I have inform'd them so.
KING LEAR	Inform'd them! Dost thou understand me, man?	105
GLOUCESTER	Ay, my good lord.
KING LEAR	The king would speak with Cornwall; the dear father
	Would with his daughter speak, commands her service:
	Are they inform'd of this? My breath and blood!
	Fiery? the fiery duke? Tell the hot duke that--	110
	No, but not yet: may be he is not well:
	Infirmity doth still neglect all office
	Whereto our health is bound; we are not ourselves
	When nature, being oppress'd, commands the mind
	To suffer with the body: I'll forbear;	115
	And am fall'n out with my more headier will,
	To take the indisposed and sickly fit
	For the sound man. Death on my state! wherefore
[Looking on KENT]
	Should he sit here? This act persuades me
	That this remotion of the duke and her	120
	Is practise only. Give me my servant forth.
	Go tell the duke and 's wife I'ld speak with them,
	Now, presently: bid them come forth and hear me,
	Or at their chamber-door I'll beat the drum
	Till it cry sleep to death.	125
GLOUCESTER	I would have all well betwixt you.
[Exit]
KING LEAR	O me, my heart, my rising heart! but, down!
Fool	Cry to it, nuncle, as the cockney did to the eels
	when she put 'em i' the paste alive; she knapped 'em
	o' the coxcombs with a stick, and cried 'Down,	130
	wantons, down!' 'Twas her brother that, in pure
	kindness to his horse, buttered his hay.
[Enter CORNWALL, REGAN, GLOUCESTER, and Servants]
KING LEAR	Good morrow to you both.
CORNWALL	Hail to your grace!
[KENT is set at liberty]
REGAN	I am glad to see your highness.	135
KING LEAR	Regan, I think you are; I know what reason
	I have to think so: if thou shouldst not be glad,
	I would divorce me from thy mother's tomb,
	Sepulchring an adultress.
[To KENT]
	O, are you free?	140
	Some other time for that. Beloved Regan,
	Thy sister's naught: O Regan, she hath tied
	Sharp-tooth'd unkindness, like a vulture, here:
[Points to his heart]
	I can scarce speak to thee; thou'lt not believe
	With how depraved a quality--O Regan!	145
REGAN	I pray you, sir, take patience: I have hope.
	You less know how to value her desert
	Than she to scant her duty.
KING LEAR	Say, how is that?
REGAN	I cannot think my sister in the least	150
	Would fail her obligation: if, sir, perchance
	She have restrain'd the riots of your followers,
	'Tis on such ground, and to such wholesome end,
	As clears her from all blame.
KING LEAR	My curses on her!	155
REGAN	O, sir, you are old.
	Nature in you stands on the very verge
	Of her confine: you should be ruled and led
	By some discretion, that discerns your state
	Better than you yourself. Therefore, I pray you,	160
	That to our sister you do make return;
	Say you have wrong'd her, sir.
KING LEAR	Ask her forgiveness?
	Do you but mark how this becomes the house:
	'Dear daughter, I confess that I am old;	165
[Kneeling]
	Age is unnecessary: on my knees I beg
	That you'll vouchsafe me raiment, bed, and food.'
REGAN	Good sir, no more; these are unsightly tricks:
	Return you to my sister.
KING LEAR	[Rising] Never, Regan:	170
	She hath abated me of half my train;
	Look'd black upon me; struck me with her tongue,
	Most serpent-like, upon the very heart:
	All the stored vengeances of heaven fall
	On her ingrateful top! Strike her young bones,	175
	You taking airs, with lameness!
CORNWALL	Fie, sir, fie!
KING LEAR	You nimble lightnings, dart your blinding flames
	Into her scornful eyes! Infect her beauty,
	You fen-suck'd fogs, drawn by the powerful sun,	180
	To fall and blast her pride!
REGAN	O the blest gods! so will you wish on me,
	When the rash mood is on.
KING LEAR	No, Regan, thou shalt never have my curse:
	Thy tender-hefted nature shall not give	185
	Thee o'er to harshness: her eyes are fierce; but thine
	Do comfort and not burn. 'Tis not in thee
	To grudge my pleasures, to cut off my train,
	To bandy hasty words, to scant my sizes,
	And in conclusion to oppose the bolt	190
	Against my coming in: thou better know'st
	The offices of nature, bond of childhood,
	Effects of courtesy, dues of gratitude;
	Thy half o' the kingdom hast thou not forgot,
	Wherein I thee endow'd.	195
REGAN	Good sir, to the purpose.
KING LEAR	Who put my man i' the stocks?
[Tucket within]
CORNWALL	What trumpet's that?
REGAN	I know't, my sister's: this approves her letter,
	That she would soon be here.	200
[Enter OSWALD]
	Is your lady come?
KING LEAR	This is a slave, whose easy-borrow'd pride
	Dwells in the fickle grace of her he follows.
	Out, varlet, from my sight!
CORNWALL	What means your grace?	205
KING LEAR	Who stock'd my servant? Regan, I have good hope
	Thou didst not know on't. Who comes here? O heavens,
[Enter GONERIL]
	If you do love old men, if your sweet sway
	Allow obedience, if yourselves are old,
	Make it your cause; send down, and take my part!	210
[To GONERIL]
	Art not ashamed to look upon this beard?
	O Regan, wilt thou take her by the hand?
GONERIL	Why not by the hand, sir? How have I offended?
	All's not offence that indiscretion finds
	And dotage terms so.	215
KING LEAR	O sides, you are too tough;
	Will you yet hold? How came my man i' the stocks?
CORNWALL	I set him there, sir: but his own disorders
	Deserved much less advancement.
KING LEAR	You! did you?	220
REGAN	I pray you, father, being weak, seem so.
	If, till the expiration of your month,
	You will return and sojourn with my sister,
	Dismissing half your train, come then to me:
	I am now from home, and out of that provision	225
	Which shall be needful for your entertainment.
KING LEAR	Return to her, and fifty men dismiss'd?
	No, rather I abjure all roofs, and choose
	To wage against the enmity o' the air;
	To be a comrade with the wolf and owl,--	230
	Necessity's sharp pinch! Return with her?
	Why, the hot-blooded France, that dowerless took
	Our youngest born, I could as well be brought
	To knee his throne, and, squire-like; pension beg
	To keep base life afoot. Return with her?	235
	Persuade me rather to be slave and sumpter
	To this detested groom.
[Pointing at OSWALD]
GONERIL	At your choice, sir.
KING LEAR	I prithee, daughter, do not make me mad:
	I will not trouble thee, my child; farewell:	240
	We'll no more meet, no more see one another:
	But yet thou art my flesh, my blood, my daughter;
	Or rather a disease that's in my flesh,
	Which I must needs call mine: thou art a boil,
	A plague-sore, an embossed carbuncle,	245
	In my corrupted blood. But I'll not chide thee;
	Let shame come when it will, I do not call it:
	I do not bid the thunder-bearer shoot,
	Nor tell tales of thee to high-judging Jove:
	Mend when thou canst; be better at thy leisure:	250
	I can be patient; I can stay with Regan,
	I and my hundred knights.
REGAN	Not altogether so:
	I look'd not for you yet, nor am provided
	For your fit welcome. Give ear, sir, to my sister;	255
	For those that mingle reason with your passion
	Must be content to think you old, and so--
	But she knows what she does.
KING LEAR	Is this well spoken?
REGAN	I dare avouch it, sir: what, fifty followers?	260
	Is it not well? What should you need of more?
	Yea, or so many, sith that both charge and danger
	Speak 'gainst so great a number? How, in one house,
	Should many people, under two commands,
	Hold amity? 'Tis hard; almost impossible.	265
GONERIL	Why might not you, my lord, receive attendance
	From those that she calls servants or from mine?
REGAN	Why not, my lord? If then they chanced to slack you,
	We could control them. If you will come to me,--
	For now I spy a danger,--I entreat you	270
	To bring but five and twenty: to no more
	Will I give place or notice.
KING LEAR	I gave you all--
REGAN	And in good time you gave it.
KING LEAR	Made you my guardians, my depositaries;	275
	But kept a reservation to be follow'd
	With such a number. What, must I come to you
	With five and twenty, Regan? said you so?
REGAN	And speak't again, my lord; no more with me.
KING LEAR	Those wicked creatures yet do look well-favour'd,	280
	When others are more wicked: not being the worst
	Stands in some rank of praise.
[To GONERIL]
	I'll go with thee:
	Thy fifty yet doth double five and twenty,
	And thou art twice her love.	285
GONERIL	Hear me, my lord;
	What need you five and twenty, ten, or five,
	To follow in a house where twice so many
	Have a command to tend you?
REGAN	What need one?	290
KING LEAR	O, reason not the need: our basest beggars
	Are in the poorest thing superfluous:
	Allow not nature more than nature needs,
	Man's life's as cheap as beast's: thou art a lady;
	If only to go warm were gorgeous,	295
	Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st,
	Which scarcely keeps thee warm. But, for true need,--
	You heavens, give me that patience, patience I need!
	You see me here, you gods, a poor old man,
	As full of grief as age; wretched in both!	300
	If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts
	Against their father, fool me not so much
	To bear it tamely; touch me with noble anger,
	And let not women's weapons, water-drops,
	Stain my man's cheeks! No, you unnatural hags,	305
	I will have such revenges on you both,
	That all the world shall--I will do such things,--
	What they are, yet I know not: but they shall be
	The terrors of the earth. You think I'll weep
	No, I'll not weep:	310
	I have full cause of weeping; but this heart
	Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws,
	Or ere I'll weep. O fool, I shall go mad!
[Exeunt KING LEAR, GLOUCESTER, KENT, and Fool]
[Storm and tempest]
CORNWALL	Let us withdraw; 'twill be a storm.
REGAN	This house is little: the old man and his people	315
	Cannot be well bestow'd.
GONERIL	'Tis his own blame; hath put himself from rest,
	And must needs taste his folly.
REGAN	For his particular, I'll receive him gladly,
	But not one follower.	320
GONERIL	So am I purposed.
	Where is my lord of Gloucester?
CORNWALL	Follow'd the old man forth: he is return'd.
[Re-enter GLOUCESTER]
GLOUCESTER	The king is in high rage.
CORNWALL	Whither is he going?	325
GLOUCESTER	He calls to horse; but will I know not whither.
CORNWALL	'Tis best to give him way; he leads himself.
GONERIL	My lord, entreat him by no means to stay.
GLOUCESTER	Alack, the night comes on, and the bleak winds
	Do sorely ruffle; for many miles about	330
	There's scarce a bush.
REGAN	O, sir, to wilful men,
	The injuries that they themselves procure
	Must be their schoolmasters. Shut up your doors:
	He is attended with a desperate train;	335
	And what they may incense him to, being apt
	To have his ear abused, wisdom bids fear.
CORNWALL	Shut up your doors, my lord; 'tis a wild night:
	My Regan counsels well; come out o' the storm.
[Exeunt]