ACT I.
4. Scene IV. A Hall in Albany's Palace.
(continued)
Gon.
Do you mark that?
Alb.
I cannot be so partial, Goneril,
To the great love I bear you,--
Gon.
Pray you, content.--What, Oswald, ho!
[To the Fool] You, sir, more knave than fool, after your master.
Fool.
Nuncle Lear, nuncle 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.
[Exit.]
Gon.
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!--
Alb.
Well, you may fear too far.
Gon.
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 utter'd I have writ my sister:
If she sustain him and his hundred knights,
When I have show'd th' unfitness,--
[Re-enter Oswald.]
How now, Oswald!
What, have you writ that letter to my sister?
Osw.
Ay, madam.
Gon.
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.
[Exit Oswald.]
No, no, my lord!
This milky gentleness and course of yours,
Though I condemn it not, yet, under pardon,
You are much more attask'd for want of wisdom
Than prais'd for harmful mildness.
Alb.
How far your eyes may pierce I cannot tell:
Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.
Gon.
Nay then,--
Alb.
Well, well; the event.
[Exeunt.]
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