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  • Title: King Lear (Quarto 2, 1619)
  • Editor: Pervez Rizvi
  • Coordinating editor: Michael Best
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-463-9

    Copyright Michael Best. This text may be freely used for educational, non-profit purposes; for all other uses contact the Editor.
    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Pervez Rizvi
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    King Lear (Quarto 2, 1619)

    The History of King Lear.
    605 daughter, I would speake with her, go you call hither my foole;
    O you sir, you sir, come you hither, who am I sir?
    Stew. My Ladies Father.
    610 Lear. My Ladies Father, my Lords knaue, you whoreson dog,
    you slaue, you curre.
    Stew. I am none of this my Lord, I beseech you pardon me.
    Lear. Do you bandy lookes with me you rascall?
    615 Stew. Ile not be strucke my Lord.
    Kent. Nor tript neither, you base football plaier.
    Lear. I thanke thee fellow, thou seru' st me, and ile loue thee.
    Kent. Come sir, ile teach you differences, away, away, if you
    620 will measure your lubbers length againe, tarry, but away, you
    haue wisedome.
    Lear. Now friendly knaue I thanke thee, there's earne st of
    thy seruice.

    Enter Foole.
    625 Foole. Let me hire him too, here's my coxcombe.
    Lear. How now my pretty knaue, how do st thou?
    Foole. Sirra, you were be st take my coxcombe.
    Kent. Why Foole?
    Foole. Why for taking ones part that's out of fauour, nay and
    630 thou can st not smile as the winde sits, thou't catch colde shortly,
    there take my coxcombe; why this fellow hath bani sht two of
    his daughters, and done the third a ble s sing again st his will, if
    thou follow him, thou mu st needs weare my coxcombe, how
    now nunckle, would I had two coxcombes, and two daughters.
    Lear. Why my boy?
    Foole. If I gaue them any liuing, ide keepe my coxcombe my
    selfe, theres mine, beg another of thy daughters.
    640 Lear. Take heed sirra, the whip.
    Foole. Truth is, a dog that mu st to kennell, he mu st bee whipt
    out, when Lady oth'e brach may stand by the fire and stinke.
    Lear. A pe stilent g[u]ll to me.
    645 Foole. Sirra, ile teach thee a speech. Lear. Do.
    Foole. Marke it Vnckle; haue more then thou shewe st, speake
    le s s e then thou knowe st, lend le s s e then thou owe st, ride more
    then