deeds approved
wife to Cornwall? Speak.
Sir, I am made
Of the self-same metal that my sister is,
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.
So, farewell to you both.
Prescribe not us our duties.
hence to-night.
That's most certain, and with you; next month with us. appears too grossly.
'Tis the infirmity of his age: yet he hath ever
but slenderly known himself.
years bring with them.
Such unconstant starts are we like to have from
him as this of Kent's banishment.
will but offend us.
We shall further think on't.
Sir, I am made
Of the self-same metal that my sister is,
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.
So, farewell to you both.
Prescribe not us our duties.
hence to-night.
That's most certain, and with you; next month with us. appears too grossly.
'Tis the infirmity of his age: yet he hath ever
but slenderly known himself.
years bring with them.
Such unconstant starts are we like to have from
him as this of Kent's banishment.
will but offend us.
We shall further think on't.
heard strange news.
If it be true, all vengeance comes too short
Which can pursue the offender. How dost, my lord?
heart is crack'd, it's crack'd!
What, did my father's godson seek your life?
He whom my father named? your Edgar?
shame would have it hid!
Was he not companion with the riotous knights
That tend upon my father?
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 inform'd of them; and with such cautions,
That if they come to sojourn at my house,
I'll not be there.
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 least thought it fit
To answer from our home; the several messengers
From hence attend dispatch. Our good old friend,
Lay comforts to your bosom; and bestow
Your needful counsel to our business,
Which craves the instant use.
If it be true, all vengeance comes too short
Which can pursue the offender. How dost, my lord?
heart is crack'd, it's crack'd!
What, did my father's godson seek your life?
He whom my father named? your Edgar?
shame would have it hid!
Was he not companion with the riotous knights
That tend upon my father?
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 inform'd of them; and with such cautions,
That if they come to sojourn at my house,
I'll not be there.
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 least thought it fit
To answer from our home; the several messengers
From hence attend dispatch. Our good old friend,
Lay comforts to your bosom; and bestow
Your needful counsel to our business,
Which craves the instant use.
he sit till noon.
Till noon! till night, my lord; and all night too.
not use me so.
Sir, being his knave, I will.
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 good lord, away.
Till noon! till night, my lord; and all night too.
not use me so.
Sir, being his knave, I will.
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 good lord, away.
Hail to your grace!
I am glad to see your highness.
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 restrain'd the riots of your followers,
'Tis on such ground, and to such wholesome end,
As clears her from all blame.
My curses on her!
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,
That to our sister you do make return;
Say you have wrong'd her, sir.
raiment, bed, and food.'
Good sir, no more; these are unsightly tricks:
Return you to my sister.
blast her pride!
O the blest gods! so will you wish on me,
When the rash mood is on.
I thee endow'd.
Good sir, to the purpose.
What trumpet's that?
I know't, my sister's: this approves her letter,
That she would soon be here.
Is your lady come?
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:
I am now from home, and out of that provision
Which shall be needful for your entertainment.
my hundred knights.
Not altogether so:
I look'd 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.
servants or from mine?
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
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.
Regan? said you so?
And speak't again, my lord; no more with me.
to tend you?
What need one?
I am glad to see your highness.
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 restrain'd the riots of your followers,
'Tis on such ground, and to such wholesome end,
As clears her from all blame.
My curses on her!
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,
That to our sister you do make return;
Say you have wrong'd her, sir.
raiment, bed, and food.'
Good sir, no more; these are unsightly tricks:
Return you to my sister.
blast her pride!
O the blest gods! so will you wish on me,
When the rash mood is on.
I thee endow'd.
Good sir, to the purpose.
What trumpet's that?
I know't, my sister's: this approves her letter,
That she would soon be here.
Is your lady come?
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:
I am now from home, and out of that provision
Which shall be needful for your entertainment.
my hundred knights.
Not altogether so:
I look'd 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.
servants or from mine?
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
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.
Regan? said you so?
And speak't again, my lord; no more with me.
to tend you?
What need one?
twill be a storm.
This house is little: the old man and his people
Cannot be well bestow'd.
taste his folly.
For his particular, I'll receive him gladly,
But not one follower.
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.
This house is little: the old man and his people
Cannot be well bestow'd.
taste his folly.
For his particular, I'll receive him gladly,
But not one follower.
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.
the villain Gloucester.
Hang him instantly.
the traitor?
Ingrateful fox! 'tis he.
Bind him, I say.
Hard, hard. O filthy traitor!
pluck me by the beard.
So white, and such a traitor!
late from France?
Be simple answerer, for we know the truth.
footed in the kingdom?
To whose hands have you sent the lunatic king? Speak.
Cunning.
And false.
To Dover.
Wherefore to Dover? Wast thou not charged at peril--
stand the course.
Wherefore to Dover, sir?
O you gods!
One side will mock another; the other too.
bid you hold.
How now, you dog!
the chance of anger.
Give me thy sword. A peasant stand up thus!
quit this horrid act.
Out, treacherous villain!
Thou call'st on him that hates thee: it was he
That made the overture of thy treasons to us;
Who is too good to pity thee.
and prosper him!
Go thrust him out at gates, and let him smell
His way to Dover.
How is't, my lord? how look you?
Hang him instantly.
the traitor?
Ingrateful fox! 'tis he.
Bind him, I say.
Hard, hard. O filthy traitor!
pluck me by the beard.
So white, and such a traitor!
late from France?
Be simple answerer, for we know the truth.
footed in the kingdom?
To whose hands have you sent the lunatic king? Speak.
Cunning.
And false.
To Dover.
Wherefore to Dover? Wast thou not charged at peril--
stand the course.
Wherefore to Dover, sir?
O you gods!
One side will mock another; the other too.
bid you hold.
How now, you dog!
the chance of anger.
Give me thy sword. A peasant stand up thus!
quit this horrid act.
Out, treacherous villain!
Thou call'st on him that hates thee: it was he
That made the overture of thy treasons to us;
Who is too good to pity thee.
and prosper him!
Go thrust him out at gates, and let him smell
His way to Dover.
How is't, my lord? how look you?
But are my brother's powers set forth?
Ay, madam.
Himself in person there?
the better soldier.
Lord Edmund spake not with your lord at home?
No, madam.
What might import my sister's letter to him?
I know not, lady.
'Faith, he is posted hence on serious matter.
It was great ignorance, Gloucester's eyes being out,
To let him live: where he arrives he moves
All hearts against us: Edmund, I think, is gone,
In pity of his misery, to dispatch
His nighted life: moreover, to descry
The strength o' the enemy.
with my letter.
Our troops set forth to-morrow: stay with us;
The ways are dangerous.
in this business.
Why should she write to Edmund? Might not you
Transport her purposes by word? Belike,
Something--I know not what: I'll love thee much,
Let me unseal the letter.
Madam, I had rather--
I know your lady does not love her husband;
I am sure of that: and at her late being here
She gave strange oeillades and most speaking looks
To noble Edmund. I know you are of her bosom.
I, madam?
I speak in understanding; you are; I know't:
Therefore I do advise you, take this note:
My lord is dead; Edmund and I have talk'd;
And more convenient is he for my hand
Than for your lady's: you may gather more.
If you do find him, pray you, give him this;
And when your mistress hears thus much from you,
I pray, desire her call her wisdom to her.
So, fare you well.
If you do chance to hear of that blind traitor,
Preferment falls on him that cuts him off.
I do follow.
Fare thee well.
Ay, madam.
Himself in person there?
the better soldier.
Lord Edmund spake not with your lord at home?
No, madam.
What might import my sister's letter to him?
I know not, lady.
'Faith, he is posted hence on serious matter.
It was great ignorance, Gloucester's eyes being out,
To let him live: where he arrives he moves
All hearts against us: Edmund, I think, is gone,
In pity of his misery, to dispatch
His nighted life: moreover, to descry
The strength o' the enemy.
with my letter.
Our troops set forth to-morrow: stay with us;
The ways are dangerous.
in this business.
Why should she write to Edmund? Might not you
Transport her purposes by word? Belike,
Something--I know not what: I'll love thee much,
Let me unseal the letter.
Madam, I had rather--
I know your lady does not love her husband;
I am sure of that: and at her late being here
She gave strange oeillades and most speaking looks
To noble Edmund. I know you are of her bosom.
I, madam?
I speak in understanding; you are; I know't:
Therefore I do advise you, take this note:
My lord is dead; Edmund and I have talk'd;
And more convenient is he for my hand
Than for your lady's: you may gather more.
If you do find him, pray you, give him this;
And when your mistress hears thus much from you,
I pray, desire her call her wisdom to her.
So, fare you well.
If you do chance to hear of that blind traitor,
Preferment falls on him that cuts him off.
I do follow.
Fare thee well.
his constant pleasure.
Our sister's man is certainly miscarried.
doubted, madam.
Now, sweet lord,
You know the goodness I intend upon you:
Tell me--but truly--but then speak the truth,
Do you not love my sister?
In honour'd love.
But have you never found my brother's way
To the forfended place?
thought abuses you.
I am doubtful that you have been conjunct
And bosom'd with her, as far as we call hers.
mine honour, madam.
I never shall endure her: dear my lord,
Be not familiar with her.
you speak nobly.
Why is this reason'd?
presently at your tent.
Sister, you'll go with us?
No.
'Tis most convenient; pray you, go with us.
Our sister's man is certainly miscarried.
doubted, madam.
Now, sweet lord,
You know the goodness I intend upon you:
Tell me--but truly--but then speak the truth,
Do you not love my sister?
In honour'd love.
But have you never found my brother's way
To the forfended place?
thought abuses you.
I am doubtful that you have been conjunct
And bosom'd with her, as far as we call hers.
mine honour, madam.
I never shall endure her: dear my lord,
Be not familiar with her.
you speak nobly.
Why is this reason'd?
presently at your tent.
Sister, you'll go with us?
No.
'Tis most convenient; pray you, go with us.
Not as a brother.
That's as we list to grace him.
Methinks our pleasure might have been demanded,
Ere you had spoke so far. He led our powers;
Bore the commission of my place and person;
The which immediacy may well stand up,
And call itself your brother.
in your addition.
In my rights,
By me invested, he compeers the best.
he should husband you.
Jesters do oft prove prophets.
look'd but a-squint.
Lady, I am not well; else I should answer
From a full-flowing stomach. General,
Take thou my soldiers, prisoners, patrimony;
Dispose of them, of me; the walls are thine:
Witness the world, that I create thee here
My lord and master.
Half-blooded fellow, yes.
Let the drum strike, and prove my title thine.
here proclaim'd thee.
Sick, O, sick!
Took their discharge.
My sickness grows upon me.
That's as we list to grace him.
Methinks our pleasure might have been demanded,
Ere you had spoke so far. He led our powers;
Bore the commission of my place and person;
The which immediacy may well stand up,
And call itself your brother.
in your addition.
In my rights,
By me invested, he compeers the best.
he should husband you.
Jesters do oft prove prophets.
look'd but a-squint.
Lady, I am not well; else I should answer
From a full-flowing stomach. General,
Take thou my soldiers, prisoners, patrimony;
Dispose of them, of me; the walls are thine:
Witness the world, that I create thee here
My lord and master.
Half-blooded fellow, yes.
Let the drum strike, and prove my title thine.
here proclaim'd thee.
Sick, O, sick!
Took their discharge.
My sickness grows upon me.
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