Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1605 [1605-1606] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 509 words · other edition — not in the analysis
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I'll tell thee: Life and death, I am ashamed That thou hast power to shake my manhood thus, That these hot tears, which break from me perforce Should make thee worth them. Blasts and Fogs upon thee: Th' untented wound of a Father's curse Pierce every sense about thee. Old fond eyes, Beweep this cause again, I'll pluck ye out, And cast you with the waters that you lose To temper Clay. Ha'? Let it be so. I have another daughter, Who I am sure is kind and comfortable: When she shall hear this of thee, with her nails she'll slay thy Wolvish visage. Thou shalt find, That I'll resume the shape which thou dost think I have cast off for ever. Do you mark that? I cannot be so partial Gonerill, To the great love I bear you. Pray you content. What Oswald, hoa? You Sir, more Knave than Fool, after your Master. Nunkle Lear, Nunkle Lear, Tarry, take the Fool with thee: A Fox, when one has caught her. And such a Daughter, Should sure to the Slaughter, If my Cap would buy a Halter, So the Fool follows after. This man hath had good Counsel, A hundred Knights? 'Tis politic, and safe to let him keep At point a hundred Knights: yes, that on every dream, Each buzz, each fancy, each complaint, dislike, He may enguard his dotage with their powers, And hold our lives in mercy. Oswald, I say. Well, you may fear too far. Safer than trust too far; Let me still take away the harms I fear, Not fear still to be taken. I know his heart, What he hath uttered I have writ my Sister: If she sustain him, and his hundred Knights When I have showed th' unfitness. How now Oswald? What have you writ that Letter to my Sister? I Madam. Take you some company, and away to horse, Inform her full of my particular fear, And thereto add such reasons of your own, As may compact it more. Get you gone, And hasten your return; no, no, my Lord, This milky gentleness, and course of yours Though I condemn not, yet under pardon Your are much more at task for want of wisdom, Then prai'sd for harmful mildness. How far your eyes may pierce I cannot tell; Striving to better, oft we mar what's well. Nay then— Well, well, the'uent. Go you before to Gloster with these Letters; acquaint my Daughter no further with any thing you know, then comes from her demand out of the Letter, if your Diligence be not speedy, I shall be there afore you. I will not sleep my Lord, till I have delivered your Letter. If a man's brains were in's heels, wert not in danger of kybes? I Boy. Then I prithee be merry, thy wit shall not go slipshod. Ha', ha', ha'. Shalt see thy other Daughter will use thee kindly, for though she's as like this, as a Crabbe's like an Apple, yet I can tell what I can tell.
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Ile tell thee: Life and death, I am aſham'd That thou haſt power to ſhake my manhood thus, That theſe hot teares, which breake from me perforce Should make thee worth them. Blaſtes and Fogges vpon thee: Th' vntented woundings of a Fathers curſe Pierce euerie ſenſe about thee. Old fond eyes, Beweepe this cauſe againe, Ile plucke ye out, And caſt you with the waters that you looſe To temper Clay. Ha? Let it be ſo. I haue another daughter, Who I am ſure is kinde and comfortable: When ſhe ſhall heare this of thee, with her nailes Shee'l flea thy Woluiſh viſage. Thou ſhalt finde, That Ile reſume the ſhape which thou doſt thinke I haue caſt off for euer. Do you marke that? I cannot be ſo partiall Gonerill, To the great loue I beare you. Pray you content. What Oſwald, hoa? You Sir, more Knaue then Foole, after your Maſter. Nunkle Lear, Nunkle Lear, Tarry, take the Foole with thee: A Fox, when one has caught her. And ſuch a Daughter, Should ſure to the Slaughter, If my Cap would buy a Halter, So the Foole followes after. This man hath had good Counſell, A hundred Knights? 'Tis politike, and ſafe to let him keepe At point a hundred Knights: yes, that on euerie dreame, Each buz, each fancie, each complaint, diſlike, He may enguard his dotage with their powres, And hold our liues in mercy. Oſwald, I ſay. Well, you may feare too farre. Safer then truſt too farre; Let me ſtill take away the harmes I feare, Not feare ſtill to be taken. I know his heart, What he hath vtter'd I haue writ my Siſter: If ſhe ſuſtaine him, and his hundred Knights When I haue ſhew'd th' vnfitneſſe. How now Oſwald? What haue you writ that Letter to my Siſter? I Madam. Take you ſome company, and away to horſe, Informe her full of my particular feare, And thereto adde ſuch reaſons of your owne, As may compact it more. Get you gone, And haſten your returne; no, no, my Lord, This milky gentleneſſe, and courſe of yours Though I condemne not, yet vnder pardon Your are much more at task for want of wiſedome, Then prai'sd for harmefull mildneſſe. How farre your eies may pierce I cannot tell; Striuing to better, oft we marre what's well. Nay then — Well, well, the'uent. Go you before to Gloſter with theſe Letters; acquaint my Daughter no further with any thing you know, then comes from her demand out of the Letter, if your Dilligence be not ſpeedy, I ſhall be there afore you. I will not ſleepe my Lord, till I haue deliuered your Letter. If a mans braines were in's heeles, wert not in danger of kybes? I Boy. Then I prythee be merry, thy wit ſhall not go ſlip-ſhod. Ha, ha, ha. Shalt ſee thy other Daughter will vſe thee kindly, for though ſhe's as like this, as a Crabbe's like an Apple, yet I can tell what I can tell.