"I thought the king had more affected the Duke of Albany than Cornwall." "It did always seem so to us." "But now, in the division of the kingdom, it appears not which of the dukes he values most." "Is not this your son, my lord?" "His breeding, sir, hath been at my charge." "I have so often blushed to acknowledge him that now I am brazed to it." " I cannot conceive you." " Sir, this young fellow's mother could." "Whereupon she grew round-wombed, and had indeed, sir, a son for her cradle ere she had a husband for her bed." "Do you smell a fault?" "I cannot wish the fault undone, the issue of it being so proper." "But I have a son, sir, by order of law, some year elder than this who yet is no dearer in my account." "Though this knave came something saucily to the world, before he was sent for, yet was his mother fair;" "there was good sport at his making, and the whoreson must be acknowledged." "Do you know this noble gentleman, Edmund?" "No, my lord." "My lord of Kent." "Remember him hereafter as my honourable friend." "My services to your lordship." " I must love you, and sue to know you better." " Sir, I shall study deserving." "He has been out nine years, and away he shall again." "The King is coming." "Attend the lords of France and Burgundy..." " Gloucester." " I shall, my liege." "Meantime we shall express our darker purpose." "Give me the map... there." "Know that we have divided in three our kingdom, and 'tis our fast intent to shake all cares and business from our age, conferring them on younger strengths, while we unburdened crawl toward death." "Our son of Cornwall, and you, our no less loving son of Albany." "We have this hour a constant will to publish our daughters' separate dowers, that future strife may be prevented now." "The two great princes, France and Burgundy, great rivals in our youngest daughter's love, long in our court have made their amorous sojourn." "And here are to be answered." "Tell me, my daughters, since now we will divest us both of rule, interest of territory, cares of state, which of you shall we say doth love us most?" "That we our largest bounty may extend where nature doth with merit challenge." "Goneril, our eldest born, speak first." "Sir, I love you more than words can wield the matter, dearer than eye-sight, space, and liberty, as much as child e'er loved, or father found." "A love that makes breath poor, and speech unable." "Beyond all manner of so much, I love you." "Of all these bounds, even from this line to this, we make thee lady." "To thine and Albany's issues be this perpetual." "What says our second daughter, our dearest Regan, wife to Cornwall?" "Speak." "I am made of that self mettle as my sister and prize me at her worth." "In my true heart" "I find she names my very deed of love." "Only she comes too short, that I profess myself an enemy to all other joys which the most precious square of sense possesses, and find I am alone felicitate in your dear highness' love." "To thee and thine hereditary ever remain this ample third of our fair kingdom." "No less in space, validity, and pleasure, than that conferred on Goneril..." "And now, our joy, although our last not least, to whose young love" "The vines of France and milk of Burgundy strive to be interessed." "What can you say to draw a third more opulent than your sisters?" "Speak." " Nothing, my lord." " Nothing?" " Nothing." " Nothing will come of nothing." "Speak again." "Unhappy that I am," "I cannot heave my heart into my mouth." "I love your majesty according to my bond, no more nor less." "How, how, Cordelia!" "Mend your speech a little lest you may mar your fortunes." "Good my lord, you have begot me, bred me, loved me." "I return those duties back as are right fit, obey you, love you, and most honour you." "Why have my sisters husbands, if they say they love you all?" "Haply when I shall wed, that lord whose hand shall take my plight shall carry half my love with him, half my care and duty." "Sure I shall never marry like my sisters, to love my father all." "But goes thy heart with this?" " Ay, good my lord." " So young, and so untender?" "So young, my lord, and true." "Let it be so!" "Thy truth then be thy dower!" "For, by the sacred radiance of the sun, from whom we do exist, and cease to be, here I disclaim all my paternal care, propinquity and property of blood, and as a stranger to my heart and thee hold thee from this for ever." " Good, my liege?" " Peace, Kent!" "Come not between the dragon and his wrath." "I loved her most." "Hence!" "Avoid my sight!" "Call France!" "Who stirs?" "Call Burgundy." "Cornwall, Albany." "With my two daughters' dowers digest the third." "Let pride, which she calls plainness, marry her." "I do invest you jointly with my power, pre-eminence." "Ourself by monthly course, with reservation of one hundred knights, by you to be sustained, shall our abode make with you by due turn." "Only we shall retain the name, and all the addition to a king." "The sway, revenue, execution of the rest, beloved sons, be yours, which to confirm, this coronet part between you." "Royal Lear, whom I have ever honoured as my king, loved as my father, as my master followed." "The bow is bent and drawn;" "make from the shaft." "Let it fall rather, though the fork invade the region of my heart." "Be Kent unmannerly when Lear is mad." "What wouldst thou do, old man?" "Think'st thou that duty shall have dread to speak when power to flattery bows?" "On thy life, no more!" "My life I never held but as a pawn to wage against thine enemies." " Out of my sight." " See better, Lear." "Now, by Apollo..." "Now, by Apollo, King, thou swear'st thy gods in vain." "O, vassal, miscreant!" " Forbear!" " Revoke thy gift." "Or, whilst I can vent clamour from my throat I'll tell thee thou dost evil." "Hear me, recreant, On thine allegiance hear me!" "That thou hast sought to make us break our vow, which we durst never yet, take thy reward." "Five days we do allot thee for provision and on the sixth to turn thy hated back upon our kingdom." "If on the next day following thy banished trunk be found in our dominion, the moment is thy death." "Away!" "By Jupiter, this shall not be revoked." "Fare thee well, King, sith thus thou wilt appear, freedom lives hence, and banishment is here." "The gods to their dear shelter take thee, maid, that justly think'st, and hast most rightly said." "And your large speeches may your deeds approve that good effects may spring from words of love." "Thus Kent, O princes, bids you all adieu." "He'll shape his old course in a country new." "Here's France and Burgundy, my noble lord." "My lord of Burgundy, we first address toward you, what in the least will you require in present dower with her, or cease your quest of love?" "Most royal majesty, I crave no more than what your highness offered." "Nor will you tender less." "Right noble Burgundy, when she was dear to us, we did hold her so." "But now her price is fallen." "Sir, there she stands." "She's there, and she is yours." "I know no answer." "Sir, will you, with these infirmities she owns, unfriended, new-adopted to our hate, dowered with our curse and strangered with our oath, take her or leave her?" "Pardon me, royal sir, election makes not up in such conditions." "Then leave her, sir, for, by the power that made me," "I tell thee all her wealth." "For you, great king." "Avert your liking a more worthier way than on a wretch whom Nature is ashamed almost to acknowledge." "This is most strange, that she whom even but now was your best object, balm of your age, should in this trice of time commit a thing so monstrous to dismantle so many folds of favour." "I yet beseech your majesty if for I want that glib and oily art to speak and purpose not, that you make known it is no vicious blot, murder, or foulness, no unchaste action or dishonourable step that hath deprived me of your grace and favour." "But even for want of that for which I am richer." "Better thou hadst not been born than not to have pleased me better." "Is it but this, a tardiness in nature which often leaves the history unspoke that it intends to do?" "My lord of Burgundy, what say you to the lady?" "Will you have her?" "She is herself a dowry." "Royal Lear, give but that portion which yourself proposed, and here I take Cordelia by the hand," "Duchess of Burgundy." "Nothing!" "I am sworn." "I am sorry that you have so lost a father that you must lose a husband." "Peace be with Burgundy!" "Since that respects of fortune are his love, I shall not be his wife." "Fairest Cordelia, that art most rich, being poor, most choice, forsaken, and most loved, despised, thee and thy virtues here I seize upon." "Be it lawful I take up what's cast away." "Gods, gods!" "'Tis strange that from their cold'st neglect my love should kindle to inflamed respect." "Thy dowerless daughter, King, thrown to my chance," "Is queen of us, of ours, and our fair France." "Thou hast her, France;" "let her be thine, for we have no such daughter, nor shall ever see that face of hers again." "Therefore begone, without our grace, our love, our benison!" "Come, noble Burgundy." "Bid farewell to your sisters." "The jewels of our father, with washed eyes Cordelia leaves you." "I know you what you are." "And, like a sister, am most loath to call your faults as they are named." "Prescribe not us our duties." "Let your study be to content your lord, who hath received you at Fortune's alms." "You have obedience scanted." "And well are worth the want that you have wanted." "Time shall unfold what plighted cunning hides." "Come, my fair Cordelia." "Sister..." "It is not a little I have to say of what most nearly appertains to us both." "I think our father will hence tonight." "That's most certain, and with you, next month with us." "You see how full of changes his age is." "He always loved our sister most." "'Tis the infirmity of his age." "Yet he hath ever but slenderly known himself." "The best and soundest of his time hath been but rash." "Such unconstant starts are we like to have from him as this of Kent's banishment?" "Pray you, let us hit together." "If our father carry authority with such dispositions as he bears, this last surrender of his will but offend us." "We shall further think of it." "We must do something, and i' the heat." "Thou, Nature, art my goddess, to thy law my services are bound." "Wherefore should I stand in the plague of custom and permit the curiosity of nations to deprive me," "for that I am some twelve or fourteen moonshines lag of a brother?" "Why bastard?" "Wherefore base?" "When my dimensions are as well-compact, my mind as generous, and my shape as true as honest madam's issue?" "Why brand they us with base?" "With baseness?" "Bastardy?" "Base, base?" "Who, in the lusty stealth of nature take more composition and fierce quality than doth within a dull, stale, tired bed go to the creating a whole tribe of fops got 'tween asleep and wake?" "Well then, legitimate Edgar," "I must have your land." "Our father's love is to the bastard Edmund." "As to the legitimate." "Fine word, legitimate!" "Well then, my legitimate, if this letter speed and my invention thrive," "Edmund the base shall top the legitimate." "I grow." "I prosper." "Now, gods, stand up for bastards!" "Kent banished thus?" "And France in choler parted?" "And the King gone tonight?" "All this done upon the gad!" " Edmund, how now?" "What news?" " So please your lordship, none." "Why so earnestly seek you to put up that letter?" " I know no news, my lord." " What paper were you reading?" " Nothing, my lord." " No?" "What needed, then, this terrible dispatch of it into your pocket?" "Come!" "Let's see." "If it be nothing, I shall not need spectacles." "I beseech you, sir, pardon me." "It is a letter from my brother I have not all o'er-read, and for so much as I have perused, I find it not fit for your o'er-looking." "Give me the letter, sir." "I hope for my brother's justification he wrote this but as an essay or taste of my virtue." ""I begin to find an idle and fond bondage in the oppression of aged tyranny." ""Come to me that of this I may speak more."" ""If our father would sleep till I waked him," ""you should enjoy half his revenue, and live the beloved of your brother Edgar."" "Conspiracy! "Sleep till I waked him, you should enjoy half his revenue..."" " When came this to you?" "Who brought it?" " It was not brought me, my lord." "There's the cunning of it." "I found it thrown in at the casement of my closet." "You know the character to be your brother's?" " I would fain think it were not." " It is his!" "It is his hand, my lord, but I hope his heart is not in the contents." "Abhorred villain!" "I'll apprehend him." "Abominable villain!" "Where is he?" "I do not well know, my lord." "I dare pawn down my life for him, that he hath writ this to feel my affections to your honour, and to no other pretence of danger." " Think you so?" " If your honour judge it meet." "I will place you where you shall hear us confer of this." " He cannot be such a monster?" " Nor is not, sure." "To his father, who so tenderly and entirely loves him." "Heaven and earth!" "Edmund, seek him out." "Frame the business after your own wisdom." "I will seek him, sir, presently." "These late eclipses of the sun and moon portend no good to us." "Love cools, friendship falls off, brothers divide." ""In cities, mutinies; in countries, discord;" "in palaces, treason..." ""and the bond cracked 'twixt son and father."" "This villain of mine comes under the prediction: there's son against father." "The King falls from bias of nature, there's father against child." "We have seen the best of our time:" "machinations, hollowness, treachery, and all ruinous disorders, follow us disquietly to our graves." "Find out this villain, Edmund, it shall lose thee nothing; do it carefully." "This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, often the surfeits of our own behaviour, we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and stars," "as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion, knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance, drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence, and all that we are evil in by a divine thrusting on." "An admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star!" "Edgar." "Pat he comes." "O these eclipses do portend these divisions." "How now, brother Edmund!" "What serious contemplation are you in?" "I am thinking, brother, of a prediction I read this other day, what should follow these eclipses." "Do you busy yourself about that?" "I promise you, brother, the effects he writes of succeed unhappily, as of unnaturalness between the child and the parent, death, dearth, dissolution of ancient amities, divisions in state, menaces and maledictions against kings and nobles, and I know not what." "How long have you been a sectary astronomical?" " When saw you my father last?" " The night gone by." " Spake you with him?" " Ay, two hours together." "Parted you in good terms?" "Found you no displeasure in him by word nor countenance?" "None at all." "Bethink yourself wherein you may have offended him, and at my entreaty forbear his presence until some little time hath qualified the heat of his displeasure." " Some villain hath done me wrong." " That's my fear." "Retire with me to my lodging, from whence I will fitly bring you to hear my lord speak." "Pray you, go!" "There's my key." "If you do stir abroad, go armed." " Armed, brother?" " Brother, I advise you to the best." "I am no honest man if there be any good meaning towards you." "Pray you, away." " Shall I hear from you anon?" " I do serve you in this business." "A credulous father and a brother noble, whose nature is so far from doing harms that he suspects none." "I see the business:" "let me, if not by birth, have lands by wit, all with me's meet that I can fashion fit." "Did my father strike my gentleman for chiding of his fool?" "Ay, madam." "By day and night he wrongs me, every hour he flashes into one gross crime or other that sets us all at odds." "I'll not endure it!" "His knights grow riotous, and himself upbraids us on every trifle." "When he returns from hunting I will not speak with him." "Say I am sick." "If you come slack of former services you shall do well." "The fault of it I'll answer." "He's coming, madam, I hear him." "Put on what weary negligence you please, you and your fellows." "I'd have it come to question." "If he distaste it let him to our sister, whose mind and mine I know in that are one, not to be overruled." "Idle old man, that still would manage those authorities that he hath given away!" "Now, by my life, old fools are babes again, and must be used with checks as flatteries, when they are seen abused." "Remember what I have said." "I'll write straight to my sister to hold my very course." "Prepare for dinner." "If but as well I other accents borrow that can my speech defuse, my good intent may carry through itself to that full issue for which I razed my likeness." "Now, banished Kent..." "If thou canst serve where thou dost stand condemned, so may it come, thy master whom thou lovest shall find thee full of labours." "Let me not stay a jot for dinner!" "Go get it ready!" " What art thou?" " A man, sir." " What dost thou profess?" " I do profess to be no less than I seem." "To serve him truly that will put me in trust, to fear judgment, to fight when I cannot choose, and to eat no fish." " What wouldst thou?" " Service." " Who wouldst thou serve?" " You." " Dost thou know me, fellow?" " No, sir." "But you have that in your countenance which I would fain call master." " What's that?" " Authority." "What services canst thou do?" "I can keep honest counsel, ride, run, mar a curious tale in telling it, and deliver a plain message bluntly." "How old art thou?" "Not so young, sir, to love a woman for singing, nor so old to dote on her for any thing." "I have years on my back forty eight." "Follow me, thou shalt serve me if I like thee no worse after dinner." "Where's my knave, my fool?" "Go you, call hither my fool." "You!" "You, sirrah!" "Where's my daughter?" "So please you..." "What says the fellow there?" "Call the clotpoll back." "Where's my knave?" "Agh!" "The world's asleep." "How now?" "Where's that mongrel?" "He says, my lord, your daughter is not well." "Why came not the slave back to me when I called him?" "Sir, he answered me in the roundest manner he would not." " He would not!" " My lord, I know not what the matter is." "But to my judgment your highness is not entertained with that ceremonious affection as you were wont." "Sayest thou so?" "I will look further into't." "But where's my knave?" "I have not seen him this two days." "Since my young lady's going into France, sir, the fool hath much pined away." "No more of that!" "I have noted it well." "Go you, and tell my daughter I would speak with her." "Go you, call hither my Fool." "O, you, sir, you!" "Come you hither, sir." "Who am I, sir?" "My lady's father." ""My lady's father", my lord's knave!" "You whoreson dog!" "You slave!" "You cur!" "I am none of these things, my lord, I beseech your pardon." " Do you bandy looks with me?" " I'll not be strucken, my lord." "Or tripped neither, you base football player." " I thank thee, fellow." " Come, sir, arise, away!" "I'll teach you differences." "Away, away!" "If you will measure your lubber's length again, tarry!" "Go to!" "Have you wisdom?" "So." "Now, my friendly knave." "There's earnest for your service." " Let me hire him too." " How now, pretty knave!" "Here's my coxcomb." " Sirrah, you were best take my coxcomb." " Why, fool?" "Why, for taking one's part that's out of favour." "Thou canst not smile as the wind sits, thou'It catch cold shortly." "Take my coxcomb!" "Why, this fellow has banished two of his daughters, and did the third a blessing against his will." "If thou followst him, thou must needs take my coxcomb." "How now, nuncle!" "Would I had two daughters and two coxcombs." "Why, my boy?" "If I gave them all my living, I'd keep my coxcombs myself." "There's mine." "Beg another of thy daughters." "You take heed, sirrah, the whip!" "Truth's a dog must to kennel." "He must be whipped out, while Lady Brach may stand by the fire and stink." " A pestilent gall to me!" " Sirrah, I will teach thee a speech." "Ay, do." "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!" "This is nothing, fool." "Then 'tis like the breath of an unfee'd lawyer." "You gave me nothing for't." "Can you make no use of nothing, nuncle?" "Why, no, boy." "Nothing can be made out of nothing." "Prithee tell him; so much the rent of his land comes to." "He will not believe a fool." "A bitter fool!" "Dost thou know the difference, my boy, between a bitter fool and a sweet one?" "No, lad." "Teach me." "# That lord that counselled thee to give away thy land" "# Come place him here by me, do thou for him stand" "# The sweet and bitter fool will presently appear" "# The one in motley here, the other found out there #" "Dost thou call me fool, boy?" "All thy other titles thou hast given away..." "That thou wast born with." "This is not altogether fool, my lord." "No, faith." "Lords and great men will not let me." "Nuncle, give me an egg..." " And I'll give thee two crowns." " Which two crowns shall they be?" "Well, after I have cut the egg i'the middle and eat up the meat, the two crowns of the egg." "When thou clovest thy crown i'the middle, and gavest away both parts, thy borest thine ass on thy back o'er the dirt." "Thou hadst little wit in thy bald crown when thy gave thy golden one away." "Hey!" "# Fools had ne'er less wit in a year" "# For wise men are grown foppish" "# And know not how their wits to wear" "# Their manners are so apish #" "When were thou wont to be so full of songs, sirrah?" "I have used it, nuncle, e'er since thou madest thy daughters thy mothers." "For when thou gavest them the rod and puttest down thine own breeches..." "# 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 could teach thy fool to lie." " I would fain learn to lie." " And you lie, sirrah, we'll have you whipped." "I marvel what kin thou and thy daughters are." "They'll have me whipped for speaking true, thou will have me whipped for lying, and sometimes I am whipped for holding my peace." "I had rather be any kind of thing than a fool." "And yet I would not be thee, nuncle." "Thou hast pared thy wits o' both sides, and left nothing i'the middle." " Here comes one o'the paring." " How now, daughter!" "What makes that frontlet on?" "You are too much of late i'the frown." "Thou was a pretty fellow when thou hadst no need to care for her frowning." "Yes, forsooth, I will hold my tongue." "So your face bids me, though you say nothing." "Mum, mum." "That's a shelled peascod." "Not only, sir, this your all-licensed 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." "For you know, nuncle, the hedge-sparrow fed the cuckoo so long that it had its head bit off by its young." " Are you our daughter?" " Come, sir." "I would you would make use of that good wisdom, whereof I know you are fraught, and put away these dispositions which of late transport you from what you rightly are." "Does any here know me?" "This is not Lear." "Does Lear walk thus, talk thus?" "Where are his eyes?" "Ha!" "Waking?" "Sleeping?" "'Tis not so." "Who is it who can tell me who I am?" "Lear's shadow." "I would learn that, for, by the marks of sovereignty, knowledge and reason," "I should be false persuaded I had daughters." " Which they will make an obedient father." " Your name, fair gentlewoman?" "This admiration, sir, is much o' the savour of other your new pranks!" "I do beseech you to understand my purposes aright." "As you are old and reverend, should be wise." "Here do you keep a hundred knights and squires, men so disordered, so deboshed 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 graced palace." "The shame itself doth speak for instant remedy." "Be then desired, by her that else will take the thing she begs, a little to disquantity your train, and the remainders that shall still depend to be such men as may besort your age, and know themselves and you." "Darkness and devils!" "Saddle my horses!" "Call my train together!" "Degenerate bastard, I'll not trouble you." "Yet have I left a daughter." "You strike my people, and your disordered rabble make servants of their betters." "Woe, that too late repents!" "O, sir, are you come?" "Is it your will?" "Speak, sir." "Prepare my horses." "Detested kite!" "Thou liest." "My train are men of choice and rarest parts, that in the most exact regard support the worships of their name." "O Lear, Lear, Lear!" "Beat at this gate, that let thy folly in and thy dear judgment out!" "Go, go, my people." "My lord, I am guiltless, as I am ignorant of what hath moved you." "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 disnatured torment to her." "Let it stamp wrinkles in her brow of youth, 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!" "Now gods that we adore, whereof comes this?" "Never afflict yourself to know more of it, but let his disposition have that scope as dotage gives it." "What, fifty of my followers at a clap!" " Within a fortnight?" " What is the matter, sir?" "I'll tell thee..." "I am ashamed that thou hast power to shake my manhood thus." "Blasts and fogs upon thee!" "Let it be so." "I have another daughter." "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." "Do you mark that?" "I cannot be so partial, Goneril, to the great love I bear you..." "Pray you then, content." "What, ho Oswald!" "You, sir, more knave than fool, after your master." "Nuncle Lear, nuncle Lear, tarry!" "Take the fool with thee." "This man hath had good counsel!" "A hundred knights!" "'Tis politic and safe to let him keep at point a hundred knights." "Yes, that on every dream, each buzz, each fancy, dislike, he may enguard his dotage with their powers and hold our lives in mercy." "Oswald, I say!" "Well, you may fear too far." "Safer than trust too far." "I know his heart and I have writ my sister." "If she sustain him and his hundred knights when I have showed the unfitness..." "How now, Oswald!" " What, have you that letter to my sister?" " Ay, madam." "Take you some company and away to horse." "Inform her full of my particular fear." "Get thee gone." "Hasten your return." "No, no, my lord." "This milky gentleness and course of yours, though I condemn not, yet, under pardon, you are much more a-taxed for want of wisdom than praised for harmful mildness." "How far your eyes may pierce I cannot tell." "Striving to better, oft we mar what's well." "Nay, then?" "Go you before to Regan." "I will not sleep, my lord, till I have delivered your letter." "Shalt see..." "thy other daughter will use thee kindly, for though she's as like this as a crab's like an apple, yet I can tell what I can tell." "What canst tell?" "She will taste as like this as a crab does to a crab." "Thou canst tell why one's nose stands i'the middle of one's face?" "No." "Why, to keep one's eyes on either side's nose." "That what a man cannot smell out, he may spy into." "I did her wrong." "Canst tell how an oyster makes his shell?" " No." " Nor I neither." "The reason why the seven stars are no more than seven is a pretty reason." " Because they are not eight?" " Yes, indeed." "Thou wouldst make a good fool." "To take't again by force!" "Monster ingratitude!" "If you were my fool, nuncle, I'd have thee beaten for being old before thy time." "How's that?" "Thou shouldst not have been old until thou hadst been wise." "O let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven!" "Keep me in temper." "I would not be mad!" " Are the horses ready?" " Ready, my lord." "Come, boy." "Save thee, Curan." "And you, sir." "I have been with your father, and given him notice that the Duke of Cornwall and Regan his duchess will be here with him this night." "How comes that?" "Nay, I know not." "You have heard the news abroad?" "I mean the whispered ones." "Not I. Pray you, what are they?" "Have you heard of no likely wars toward, 'twixt the Dukes of Cornwall and Albany?" "Not a word." "You may do, in time." "Fare you well, sir." "The Duke be here tonight?" "The better!" "Best!" "This weaves itself perforce into my business." "My father hath set guard to take my brother, and I have one thing of a queasy question which I must act." "Briefness and fortune, work!" "Brother, a word." "Descend, brother, I say!" "My father watches." "O, sir, fly this place!" "Intelligence is given where you are hid." "Have you not spoken 'gainst the Duke of Cornwall?" "He's coming hither, now, i'the night, i'the haste, and Regan with him." "Have you nothing said upon his party 'gainst the Duke of Albany?" " Advise yourself." " Not a word, I am sure on't." "I hear my father coming." "Pardon me." "In cunning I must draw my sword upon you." "Yield!" "Come before my father!" "Lights, ho, here!" "Fly, brother." "Torches, torches!" "So, farewell." "Some blood drawn on me would beget opinion of my more fierce endeavour." "I have seen drunkards do more than this in sport." "Stop, stop!" "Father, father!" "No help?" "Now, Edmund, where's the villain?" " Here stood he in the dark." " But where is he?" " Look, sir, I bleed." " Where is the villain, Edmund?" "Fled this way." "When by no means he could..." "Pursue him, ho!" "Go after." "By no means what?" "Persuade me to the murder of your lordship." "Seeing how loathly opposite I stood to his unnatural purpose, he charges home my unprovided body, latched mine arm." "But when he saw my best alarumed spirits roused to the encounter, full suddenly he fled." "Let him fly far." "Not in this land shall he remain uncaught, and found, dispatch." "He that conceals him, death." "I threatened to discover him." "He replied, "Thou unpossessing bastard, dost thou think," ""if I would stand against thee, would the reposal" ""of any trust, virtue, or worth in thee make thy words faithed?"" "Would he deny his letter, said he?" "I never got him." "Hark, the Duke's trumpets!" "I know not why he comes." "All ports I'll bar." "The villain shall not 'scape." "The Duke must grant me that." "Besides, his picture I will send far and near, that all the kingdom may have due note of him." "And of my land, loyal and natural boy," "I'll work the means to make thee capable." "How now, my noble friend?" "I have heard strange news." "If it be true, all vengeance comes too short which can pursue the offender." "How dost, my lord?" "O, madam, my old heart is cracked, it's cracked." "What, did my father's godson seek your life?" "He whom my father named?" "Your Edgar?" "Lady, lady, shame would have it hid!" "Was he not companion with the riotous knights that tended upon my father?" "I know not, madam." "Too bad, too bad!" "Yes, madam, he was of that consort." "No marvel then though he were ill affected." "'Tis they have put him on the old man's death, to have the expense and waste of his revenues." "I have this present evening from my sister been well informed of them, and with such cautions, that if they come to sojourn at my house, I'll not be there." "Nor I, assure thee, Regan." "Edmund, I hear that you have shown your father a child-like office." "It was my duty, sir." "He did bewray his practise, and received this hurt you see, striving to apprehend him." " Is he pursued?" " Ay, my good lord." "If he be taken, he shall never more be fear'd of doing harm." "For you, Edmund, whose virtue and obedience doth this instant so much commend itself," "you shall be ours." "Natures of such deep trust we shall much need." "You we first seize on." "I shall serve you, sir, Truly, however else." " For him I thank your grace." " You know not why we came to visit you?" "Thus out of season, threading dark-eyed night, occasions, noble Gloucester, of some poise, wherein we must have use of your advice." "Our father he hath writ, so hath our sister, of differences, which I best thought it fit to answer from our home." "I serve you, madam." "Your graces are right welcome." "Good even to thee, friend." "Art of this house?" " Ay." " Where may we set our horses?" "In the mire." " I prithee, if thou lovest me, tell me." " I love thee not." "Why dost thou use me thus?" "I know thee not." " Fellow, I know thee." " What dost thou know me for?" "A knave, a rascal, an eater of broken meats." "A base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited, hundred-pound, filthy, worsted-stocking knave." "A whoreson, glass-gazing, super-serviceable finical rogue, one that would be a bawd, in way of good service, and art nothing but the composition of knave, beggar, coward, pandar, and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch." "Why, what a monstrous fellow art thou, thus to rail on one that is neither known to thee nor knows thee!" "What a brazen-faced varlet art thou to deny thou knowest me!" "Is it two days ago since I tripped up thy heels and beat thee before the King?" " Draw, you rogue!" " Away!" "I have nothing to do with thee." "Draw, you rascal!" "You come with letters against the King." "Draw, you rogue, or I'll so carbonado your shanks!" "Help, ho!" "Murder!" "Strike, you slave!" "Stand, rogue!" "Stand, you neat slave!" "Strike!" "Help, ho!" "Murder!" "Murder!" " How now!" "What's the matter?" "Part!" " With you, goodman boy, and you please." "Come, I'll flesh ye!" "Come on, young master." "Weapons?" "Arms?" "What's the matter here?" "Keep peace, upon your lives!" "He dies that strikes again." "What is the matter?" "The messengers from our sister and the King." " What is your difference?" "Speak." " I am scarce in breath, my lord." "No marvel, you have so bestirred your valour." "You cowardly rascal, nature disclaims in thee." "A tailor made thee." "Thou art a strange fellow." "A tailor make a man?" "A tailor, sir." "A stone-cutter or painter could not have made him so ill." "Speak yet." "How grew your quarrel?" "This ancient ruffian, sir, whose life I have spared at suit of his grey beard..." "Thou whoreson zed, thou unnecessary letter!" "My lord, if you will give me leave, I will tread this unbolted villain into mortar, and daub the wall of a jakes with him." "Peace, sirrah!" "You beastly knave, know you no reverence?" "A plague upon your epileptic visage!" "Goose, if I had you upon Sarum plain, I'd drive ye cackling home to Camelot." " What?" "Art thou mad, old fellow?" " How fell you out?" "Say that." "No contrary holds more antipathy than I and such a knave." "Why dost thou call him knave?" "What is his fault?" "His countenance likes me not." "No more perchance does mine, or his, or hers." "Sir, 'tis my occupation to be plain." "I have seen better faces in my time than stands on any shoulders that I see before me at this instant." "This is some fellow, who, having been praised for bluntness, doth affect a saucy roughness." "He cannot flatter, he!" "An honest mind and plain, he must speak truth!" "And they will take it so." "If not, he's plain." "Sir, under the allowance of your great aspect, whose influence, like the wreath of radiant fire on flickering Phoebus' front..." "What mean'st by this?" "To go out of my dialect, which you discommend so much." " I know, sir, I am no flatterer." " What was the offence you gave him?" "I never gave him any." "It pleased the King his master very late to strike at me upon his misconstruction, whilst he, conjunct and flattering his displeasure, tripped me behind, got praises of the King for him attempting who was self-subdued," "and in the fleshment of this dread exploit, drew on me here again." "None of these rogues and cowards but Ajax is their fool." "Fetch forth the stocks!" "You stubborn ancient knave, you reverend braggart." " We'll teach you." " Sir, I am too old to learn." "Call not your stocks for me." "I serve the King." "Fetch forth the stocks!" "As I have life and honour, there shall you sit till noon." "Till noon?" "Till night, my lord, and all night too." "Why, madam, if I were your father's dog, you should not use me so." "Sir, being his knave, I will." "This is a fellow of the self-same colour our sister speaks of." "Come, bring away the stocks!" "Let me beseech your grace not to do so." "His fault is much and the good King, his master, will check him for't." "Your purposed low correction is such as pilferings, common trespasses are punished with." " The King must take it ill." " I'll answer that." "My sister may receive it much more worse, to have her gentleman abused, assaulted, for following her affairs." "Put in his legs." "Come, my lord, away." "I am sorry for thee, friend." "'Tis the Duke's pleasure, whose disposition all the world well knows will not be rubbed nor stopped." "I'll entreat for thee." "Pray, do not, sir." "I have watched and travelled hard." "Some time I shall sleep out, the rest I'll whistle." "A good man's fortune may grow out at heels." "Give you good morrow!" "The Duke's to blame in this." "'Twill be ill taken." "Approach, thou beacon to this under globe, that by thy comfortable beams I may peruse this letter." "'Tis from Cordelia, who hath most fortunately been informed of my obscured course and "shall find time from this enormous state," ""seeking to give losses their remedies."" "All weary and o'erwatched, take vantage, heavy eyes, not to behold this shameful lodging." "Fortune, good night." "Smile once more." "Turn thy wheel." "I heard myself proclaimed, and by the happy hollow of a tree escaped the hunt." "No port is free, no place that guard and most unusual vigilance does not attend my taking." "Whiles I may 'scape, I will preserve myself... and am bethought to take the basest, most poorest shape that ever penury, in contempt of man, brought near to beast." "My face I'll grime with filth." "Blanket my loins, and elf all my hair in knots... and with presented nakedness outface the winds and persecutions of the sky." "The country gives me proof and precedent of Bedlam beggars, who, with roaring voices, strike in their numbed and mortified bare arms pins, wooden pricks, nails, and sprigs of rosemary." "And with this horrible object, from low farms, poor pelting villages, sheepcotes and mills, sometime with lunatic bans and sometime with prayers, enforce their charity." "Poor Turlygod!" "Poor Tom!" "That's something yet." "Edgar I nothing am!" "'Tis strange that they should so depart from home." "Hail to thee, noble master!" " Makest thou this shame thy pastime?" " No, my lord." "Ha ha!" "He wears cruel garters." "When a man is over-lusty at legs, then he wears wooden nether-stocks." "What's he that hath so much thy place mistook to set thee here?" "It is both he and she, your son and daughter." " No." " Yes." " No, I say." " I say, yea." " No, no, they would not." " Yes, they have." " By Jupiter, I swear, no!" " By Juno, I swear, ay!" "They durst not do't." "Could not, would not do't." "My lord, when at their home I did commend your highness' letter to them, ere I was risen came there a reeking post, stewed in his haste, half breathless, panting forth from Goneril, his mistress, salutations." "Delivered letters, which presently they read." "Gave me cold looks, straight took horse." "Commanded me to follow and attend the leisure of their answer." "Meeting here the other messenger, whose welcome I perceived had poisoned mine, being the very fellow that of late displayed 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 the shame which here it suffers." "Winter's not gone yet if the wild-geese fly that way." "O, how this mother swells up toward my heart!" "Where is this daughter?" " With the Earl, sir, here within." " Follow me not." "You stay there." "Made you no more offence but what you speak of?" "None." "How chance it the King comes with so small a number?" "And thou had been set i' the stocks for that question, thou hadst well deserved it." "Why, fool?" "All that follow their noses are led by their eyes except blind men, and there's not a nose amongst twenty but can smell him that's stinking." "Deny to speak with me?" "They are sick." "They are weary." "They have travelled all the night?" "Fetch me a better answer." "My dear lord, you know the fiery quality of the duke." "Vengeance, plague, death, confusion!" "Fiery?" "What quality?" "Why, Gloucester, Gloucester, I'd speak with the Duke of Cornwall and his wife." "Well, my good lord, I have informed them so." "Informed them?" "Dost thou understand me, man?" " Ay, my good lord." " The King would speak with Cornwall." "The dear father would with his daughter speak... commands, tends service." "Are they informed of this?" "My breath and blood!" "Fiery?" "Go!" "Tell the Duke and his wife I'd 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!" "I would have all well betwixt you." "O... me..." "My heart..." "My rising heart!" "But down!" "Cry to it, nuncle, as the cockney did to the eels when she put them in the pastry alive." "She knapped 'em on the coxcomb with a stick, and cried, "Down, wantons, down!"" "Who comes here?" "Good morrow to you both." " Hail to your grace!" " I am glad to see your highness." "Regan!" "I think you are." "O, are you free?" "Some other time for that." "Beloved Regan, thy sister's naught." "O Regan, she hath tied sharp-toothed unkindness like a vulture here." "I can scarce speak to thee." "Thou wouldst not believe with how depraved a quality..." "O Regan!" "I pray you, sir, take patience." "I have hope you less know how to value her desert than she to scant her duty." "Say, how is that?" "I cannot think my sister in the least would fail her obligation." "If, sir, perchance, she have restrained the riots of your followers..." " My curses on her." " O, sir, you are old." "Hmm?" "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 that to our sister you do make return." "Say you have wronged her." "Ask her forgiveness?" "Ha ha ha!" "Do you but mark how this becomes the house?" ""Dear daughter, I confess that I am old." "Age is unnecessary." ""On my knee I beg that you'll vouchsafe me raiment, bed, and food."" "Sir, no more!" "These are unsightly tricks." "Return you to my sister." "Never!" "Regan, she hath abated me of half my train... looked black upon me, struck me with her looks." "All the stored vengeances of heaven fall on her ingrateful top!" "Strike her young bones, you taking airs, with lameness!" " Fie, sir, fie!" " You nimble lightnings, dart your blinding flames into her scornful eyes!" "O the blest gods!" "So will you wish on me when the rash mood is on." "No, Regan..." "Thou shalt never have my curse." "Thy tender-hearted nature shall not give thee o'er to harshness." "Her eyes are fierce, but thine do comfort, and not burn." "Thy half of the kingdom thou hast not forgot, wherein I thee endow'd." "Good sir, to the purpose." "Who put my man in the stocks?" " What trumpet's that?" " I know't." "My sister's." "This approves her letter that she would soon be here." "Who stocked my servant?" "Regan, I have good hope thou didst not know of it." "Who comes here?" "O heavens, if you do love old men, if yourselves be old, make it your cause!" "Send down and take my part!" "Art not ashamed to look upon this beard?" "Eh?" "Regan!" "Regan..." "will you take her by the hand?" "Why not by the hand, sir?" "How have I offended?" "All's not offence that indiscretion finds... and dotage terms so." "O sides, you are too tough!" "Will you yet hold?" "How came my man in the stocks?" "I set him there, sir, but his own disorders deserved much less advancement!" "You?" "Did you?" "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." "Return to her, and fifty men dismissed?" "No!" "Rather I abjure all roofs, and choose to wage against the enmity of the air, to be a comrade with the wolf and owl." "Necessity's sharp pinch." " At your choice, sir." " I prithee, daughter, do not make me mad!" "I will not trouble you." "Farewell." "We'll no more meet, no more see one another." "And yet thou art my bloods, my flesh, my daughter..." "Or rather a disease that's in my flesh!" "A boil in my corrupted blood!" "Mend when thou canst, be better at thy leisure." "I can be patient." "I can stay with Regan, I and my hundred knights." "Not altogether so." "I looked not for you yet, nor am provided for your fit welcome." "Give ear, sir, to my sister." "For those that mingle reason with your passion must be content to think you old, and so..." " But she knows what she does." " Is this well spoken?" "I dare avouch it, sir." "What, fifty followers?" "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." " Why might not you, my lord, receive attendance from those that she calls servants, or from mine?" "Why not, my lord?" "If then they chanced to slack ye, we could control them." "If you will come to me, for now I spy a danger," "I entreat you to bring but five-and-twenty." "To no more will I give place or notice." " I gave you all!" " And in good time you gave it." "Made you my guardians, my depositaries, but kept a reservation to be followed with such a number!" "What, must I come to you with five-and-twenty?" " Regan, said you so?" " And speak't again, my lord." "No more with me." "Not to be worst stands in some rank of praise." "I'll go with thee." "Thy fifty yet doth double five-and-twenty, and thou art twice her love." "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?" " What need one?" " 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." "Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st, which scarce will keep thee warm." "But for true need..." "O 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." "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," "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." "I have full cause for weeping, but this heart shall break into a hundred thousand flaws or ere I'll weep!" "O fool, I shall go mad!" "Let us withdraw." "'Twill be a storm." "This house is little." "The old man and his people cannot be well bestowed." "'Tis his own blame." "Hath put himself from rest and must needs taste his folly." "For his particular, I'll receive him gladly, but not one follower." "So am I purposed." " The King is in high rage." " Where is he going?" "He calls to horse." "Will I know not whither." "'Tis best to give him way." "He leads himself." "My lord, entreat him by no means to stay." "Alack, the night comes on and the bleak winds do sorely ruffle." "For many miles about there's scarce a bush." "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, and what they may incense him to, being apt to have his ear abused, wisdom bids fear." "Shut up your doors, my lord." "'Tis a wild night." "My Regan counsels well." "Come out of the storm." "Who's there besides foul weather?" "One minded like the weather, most unquietly." " I know you." "Where's the King?" " Contending against the fretful elements." " Who is with him?" " None but the fool, who labours to out-jest his heart-struck injuries." "Sir, I do know you, and dare, upon the warrant of my note commend a dear thing to you." "There is division, for though as yet the face of it be covered with mutual cunning, 'twixt Albany and Cornwall, who both have servants who would seem no less, which are to France the spies and speculations intelligent of our state." "From France there comes a power into this scattered kingdom." "Now, sir, to you." "If on my credit you dare build so far, go, make your speed to Dover, you shall find those that will thank you, making just report of how unnatural and bemadding sorrow the King hath cause to make complaint." " I will speak further with you." " No, do not." "For confirmation that I am much more than my out-wall, if you shall see Cordelia, as fear not but you shall, show her this ring, and she will tell you who that fellow is that yet you do not know." " Give me your hand." " I will go seek the King." "Fie on this storm!" "Blow, winds... and crack your cheeks!" "Rage!" "Blow!" "You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout till you have drenched our steeples, drowned the cocks." "You sulphurous and thought-executing fires, singe my white head." "And thou all-shaking thunder, smite flat the thick rotundity o'the world, crack Nature's moulds, all germens spill at once that make ingrateful man." "O nuncle, in." "Ask thy daughters' blessing." "This is a night pities neither wise man nor fool." "Rumble thy bellyful!" "Spit, fire!" "Spout, rain!" "Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire are my daughters." "I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness." "I never gave you kingdom, called you children." "You owe me no subscription." "Then let fall your horrible pleasure." "Here I stand, your slave, a poor, infirm, weak and despised old man." "And yet I call you servile ministers that will, with two pernicious daughters, join your high-engendered battles 'gainst a head as old and white as this." "O, ho!" "'Tis foul!" "He that has a house to put his head in has a good head-piece." "# The cod-piece that will house before the head has any" "# The head and he shall louse so beggars marry many #" "For there was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass." "No..." "I will be the pattern of all patience." "I will say nothing." " Who's there?" " Marry, here's grace and a cod-piece, that's a wise man and a fool." "Alas, sir, are you here?" "Things that love night love not such nights as these." "Let the great gods, that keep this dreadful pudder o'er our heads find out their enemies." "Now tremble, thou wretch that hast within thee undivulged crimes, unwhipped of justice." "Hide thee thou bloody hand, thou perjured, and thou art simular of virtue that art incestuous." "Close pent-up guilts, rive your concealing continents and cry these dreadful summoners grace." "I am a man more sinned against than sinning." "Alack, bare-headed!" "Gracious my lord, hard by here is a hovel." "Some friendship will it lend you 'gainst the tempest." "Repose you there." "My wits begin to turn." "Come on, my boy." "How dost thou, boy?" "Art cold?" "I am cold myself." "Where is this straw, my fellow?" "The art of our necessities is strange and can make vile things precious." "Come, your hovel." "Poor knave and fool." "There's one part of my heart that's sorry yet for thee." "# He that has and a little tiny wit" "# With heigh-ho, heigh-ho" "# The wind and the rain must make content with his... #" "Alack, alack, Edmund." "I like not this unnatural dealing." "When I desired their leave that I might pity him, they took from me the use of mine own house, charged me on pain of their perpetual displeasure neither to speak of him, entreat for him, or in any way sustain him." " Most savage and unnatural!" " Go to." "Say you nothing." "There is division between the dukes, and a worse matter than that." "I have received a letter this night." "'Tis dangerous to be spoken." "He will lock the letter in my closet." "These injuries the King now bears will be revenged home." "There is part of a power already footed." "We must incline to the King." "I will look him, and privily relieve him." "Go you, maintain talk with the Duke, that my charity be not of him perceived." "If I die for it, as no less is threatened me, the King my old master must be relieved." "There is strange things toward, Edmund." "Pray you... be careful." "This courtesy forbid thee shall the Duke instantly know, and of that letter too." "This seems a fair deserving, and must draw me that which my father loses... no less than all." "The younger rises when the old doth fall." "Here is the place, my lord." "Good my lord, enter." "The tyranny of the open night's too rough for nature to endure." " Let me alone." " Good my lord, enter here." " Wilt break my heart?" " I had rather break my own." " Good my lord, enter." " In, boy." "Go first." "Nay, get thee in." "I'll pray and then I'll sleep." "Poor naked wretches, whereso'er you are, that bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, how shall your houseless heads, your unfed sides, your looped and windowed raggedness, defend you from seasons such as these?" "O, I have taken too little care of this!" "Take physic, pomp, expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, that thou mayst shake the superflux to them and show the heavens more just." "Fathom and a half, fathom and a half!" " Help me, help me!" " Give me thy hand." "Who's there?" "A spirit, a spirit!" "He says his name is Poor Tom." "What art thou that dost grumble there i'the straw?" "Come forth." "Away!" "The foul fiend follows me!" "Through the sharp hawthorn blows the cold wind." "Go to thy bed and warm thee." "Didst thou give all to thy daughters and art come to this?" "Who gives any thing to Poor Tom, whom the foul fiend hath led through fire and through flame, through ford and whirlpool, o'er bog and quagmire, that hath laid knives under his pillow and made him proud of heart, to ride on a bay trotting-horse on a four-inch bridge?" "Bless thy five wits!" "Tom's a-cold." "Bless thee from whirlwinds, star-blasting and taking!" "Do poor Tom some charity, whom the foul fiend vexes." "There could I have him now, and there again, and there!" "What, has his daughters brought him to this pass?" "Couldst thou save nothing?" "Wouldst thou give them all?" "Nay, he reserved a blanket, else we'd all been shamed." "Now all the plagues that in the pendulous air hang fated o'er men's faults, light on thy daughters!" " He hath no daughters, sir." " Peace, traitor!" "Nothing could have subdued nature to such a lowness but his unkind daughters." "Is it the fashion for discarded fathers, to have thus little mercy on their flesh?" "Judicious punishment!" "'Twas this flesh begot those pelican daughters." "Pillicock sat on Pillicock Hill." "Alow, alow, loo, loo!" "This cold night will turn us all to fools and madmen." "Take heed o' the foul fiend!" "Obey thy parents!" "Swear not!" "Keep thy word's justice!" "Commit not with man's sworn spouse." "Tom's a-cold." "What hast thou been?" "A serving-man, proud in heart and mind, served the lust of my mistress' heart, and did the act of darkness with her." "Keep thy foot out of brothels, thy hand out of plackets, thy pen from lenders' books, and defy the foul fiend." "Still through the hawthorn blows the cold wind..." "Thou wert better in a grave than to have answered with thy uncovered body"