13711165why Gloster, Gloster, 1372id'e speake with the Duke of Cornewall, and

1166his wife.

13731167Glost. I my good Lord.

13761168Lear. The King would speak with Cornewal, 1377the deare father

13781169Would with his daughter speake, commands her seruice,

13801170Fierie Duke, tell the hot Duke that Lear,

13811171No but not yet may be he is not well,

13821172Infirmitie doth still neglect all office, 1383where to our health

1173Is boũd, we are not our selues, 1384when nature being oprest

1174Cõmand the mind 1385to suffer with the bodie, ile forbeare,

13861175And am fallen out with my more hedier will,

13871176To take the indispos'd and sickly fit, 1388for the sound man,

1177Death on my state, wherfore 1389should he sit here?

1178This act perswades me, 1390that this remotion of the Duke, (& her

13911179Is practise, only giue me my seruant forth,

13921180Tell the Duke and's wife, Ile speake with them

13931181Now presently, bid them come forth and heare me,

13941182Or at their chamber doore ile beat the drum,

13951183Till it cry sleepe to death.

13961184Glost. I would haue all well betwixt you.

13971185Lear. O my heart, my heart.

13981186Foole. Cry to it Nunckle, as the Cokney did to the 1399eeles, when

1187she put vm ith pâst aliue, she rapt vm 1400ath coxcombs with a stick,

1188and cryed downe wantons 1401downe, twas her brother, that in pure

1189kindnes to his 1402horse buttered his hay.

14041191Lear. Good morrow to you both.

14051192Duke. Hayle to your Grace.

14061193Reg. I am glad to see your highnes.

14071194Lear. Regan I thinke you are, I know what reason

14081195I haue to thinke so, if thou shouldst not be glad,

14091196I would diuorse me from thy mothers tombe

14101197Sepulchring an adultresse, yea are you free?

14111198Some other time for that. Beloued Regan,

14121199Thy sister is naught, oh Regan she hath tyed,

14131200Sharpe tooth'd vnkindnes, like a vulture heare,

14141201I can scarce speake to thee, thout not beleeue,

14151202Of how depriued a qualitie, O Regan.