12791090Kent. Hayle to thee noble mai
ster.
12801091Lear. How, mak'
st thou this
shame thy pa
stime?
12821092Foole. Ha ha, looke he weares crewell garters,
1093Hor
ses are
1283tide by the heeles, dogges and beares
1094Byt'h necke,
1284munkies bit'h loynes,
and men
1095Byt'h legges, when a mans
1285ouer lu
sty at legs,
1096Then he weares wooden neather
stockes.
12891099Kent. It is both he and
shee, your
sonne & daugter.
1102Lear. No no,
they would not.
Kent. Yes they haue.
12951103Lear. By
Iupiter I
sweare no,
1297they dur
st not do't,
12981104They would not, could not do't,
tis wor
se then murder,
12991105To doe vpon re
spe
ct such violent outrage,
13001106Re
solue me with all mode
st ha
st, which way
13011107Thou may'
st de
serue,
or they purpo
se this v
sage,
13031109Kent. My Lord, when at their home
13041110I did commend your highnes letters to them,
13051111Ere I was ri
sen from the place that
shewed
13061112My dutie kneeling, came there a reeking Po
st,
13071113Stewd in his ha
st,
halfe breathles,
panting forth
13081114From
Gonerill his mi
stris,
salutations,
13091115Deliuered letters
spite of intermi
ssion,
13101116Which pre
sently they read, on who
se contents
13111117They
summond vp their men,
straight tooke hor
se,
1119Of their an
swere, gaue me cold lookes,
13141120And meeting here the other me
ssenger,
13151121Who
se welcome I perceau'd had poy
son'd mine,
13161122Being the very fellow that of late
13171123Di
splay'd
so
sawcily again
st your Highnes,
13181124Hauing more man then wit,
about me drew,
13191125He rai
sed the hou
se with loud and coward cries,
13201126Your
sonne and daughter found this tre
spas worth
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