The Historie of King Lear.
whers my foole, ho I thinke the world's
¶a
sleepe, how now,
wher's that mungrel?
580Kent. He
say's my Lord, your daughter is not well.
¶Lear. Why came not the
slaue backe to mee when I
¶cal'd
him?
¶seruant. Sir, hee an
swered mee in the rounde
st maner,
¶hee
would not.
¶seruant. My Lord, I know not what the matter is,
¶but to my
iudgemẽt, your highnes is not ẽtertained
¶with that ceremonious
affection as you were wont,
¶ther's a great abatement, apeer's as
well in
590the generall dependants, as in the Duke him
selfe al
so,
Lear. Ha, say'st thou so?
¶seruant. I be
seech you pardon mee my Lord, if I be
¶mi
staken,
for my dutie cannot bee
silent, when I thinke
595your highne
sse
wrong'd.
¶Lear. Thou but remember'
st me of mine owne con
¶ception, I
haue perceiued a mo
st faint neglect of late,
¶which I haue rather
blamed as mine owne ielous curio
¶sitie, then as a very pretence &
purport of vnkindne
sse,
600I will looke further into't, but wher's
this foole? I
¶haue not
seene him this two dayes.
¶seruant. Since my yong Ladies going into
France ¶sir, the foole
hath much pined away.
¶Lear. No more of that, I haue noted it, goe you
605and tell my
daughter, I would
speake with her, goe you
¶cal hither my foole,
O you
sir, you
sir, come you hither,
¶who am I
sir?
¶Steward. ¶My Ladies Father.
610Lear. My Ladies father, my Lords knaue, you hore
¶son dog,
you slaue, you cur.
¶Stew. I am none of this my Lord,
¶I be
seech you pardon me.
¶Lear. Doe you bandie lookes with me you ra
scall
?
615Stew. Ile not be
struck my Lord,
¶Kent. Nor tript neither, you ba
se football player.
¶Lear. I thanke thee fellow,
¶thou
seru'
st me, and ile loue thee.
¶Kent. Come
sir ile teach you differences,
620away, away, if
you will mea
sure your lubbers length a
¶gaine, tarry, but away,
you haue wisedome.
¶Lear. Now friendly knaue I thanke thee, their's
¶earne
st of
thy seruice.
