ACT I.
4. Scene IV. A Hall in Albany's Palace.
(continued)
Lear.
Thou but rememberest me of mine own conception: I have perceived
a most faint neglect of late; which I have rather blamed as mine
own jealous curiosity than as a very pretence and purpose of
unkindness: I will look further into't.--But where's my fool? I
have not seen him this two days.
Knight.
Since my young lady's going into France, sir, the fool hath much
pined away.
Lear.
No more of that; I have noted it well.--Go you and tell my
daughter I would speak with her.--
[Exit Attendant.]
Go you, call hither my fool.
[Exit another Attendant.]
[Re-enter Oswald.]
O, you, sir, you, come you hither, sir: who am I, sir?
Osw.
My lady's father.
Lear.
My lady's father! my lord's knave: you whoreson dog! you slave!
you cur!
Osw.
I am none of these, my lord; I beseech your pardon.
Lear.
Do you bandy looks with me, you rascal?
[Striking him.]
Osw.
I'll not be struck, my lord.
Kent.
Nor tripp'd neither, you base football player.
[Tripping up his heels.]
Lear.
I thank thee, fellow; thou servest me, and I'll love thee.
Kent.
Come, sir, arise, away! I'll teach you differences: away, away!
If you will measure your lubber's length again, tarry; but away!
go to; have you wisdom? so.
[Pushes Oswald out.]
Lear.
Now, my friendly knave, I thank thee: there's earnest of thy
service.
[Giving Kent money.]
[Enter Fool.]
Fool. Let me hire him too; here's my coxcomb.
[Giving Kent his cap.]
Lear.
How now, my pretty knave! how dost thou?
Fool.
Sirrah, you were best take my coxcomb.
Kent.
Why, fool?
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