671like a riotous Inne, epicurisme, and lust 754make more like a tauerne

672or brothell, 755then a great pallace, the shame it selfe doth speake

756673for instant remedie, be thou desired 757by her, that else will take the

674thing shee begs, 758a little to disquantitie your traine, 759and the re-

675mainder that shall still depend, 760to bee such men as may besort

676your age, 761that know themselues and you.

762677Lear. Darkenes, and Deuils! 763saddle my horses, call my traine

678together, 764degenerate bastard, ile not trouble thee, 765yet haue I left

679a daughter.

766680Gon. You strike my people, and your disordred rabble, 767make

681seruants of their betters. 768Enter Duke.

769682Lear. We that too late repent's, O sir, are you come? 770is it your

683will that wee prepare any horses, 771ingratitude! thou marble har-

684ted fiend, 772more hideous when thou shewest thee in a child, 773then

685the Sea-monster, 775detested kite, thou list 776my traine, and men of

686choise and rarest parts, 777that all particulars of dutie knowe, 778and

687in the most exact regard, support 779the worships of their name, O

688most small fault, 780how vgly did'st thou in Cordelia shewe, that

781689like an engine wrencht my frame of nature 782from the fixt place,

690drew from my heart all loue 783and added to the gall, O Lear. Lear!

784691beat at this gate that let thy folly in, 785and thy deere iudgement

692out, goe goe, my people?

786693Duke, My Lord, I am giltles as I am ignorant.

788694Leir. It may be so my Lord, 789harke Nature, heare deere God-

695desse, 790suspend thy purpose, if thou did'st intend 791to make this

696creature fruitful 792into her wombe, conuey sterility, 793drie vp in hir

697the organs of increase, 794and from her derogate body neuer spring

795698a babe to honour her, if shee must teeme, 796create her childe of

699spleene, that it may liue 797and bee a thourt disuetur'd torment to

700her, 798let it stampe wrinckles in her brow of youth, 799with accent

701teares, fret channels in her cheeks, 800turne all her mothers paines

702and benefits 801to laughter and contempt, that shee may feele, that

703she may feele, 802how sharper then a serpents tooth it is, 803to haue a

704thanklesse child, goe, goe, my people?

804705Duke. Now Gods that we adore, 805whereof comes this!

806706Gon. Neuer afflict your selfe to know the cause, 807but let his

707disposition haue that scope 808that dotage giues it.

810708Lear. What, fiftie of my followers at a clap, 811within a fortnight?