Fool
Which they will make an obedient father. KING LEAR
Your name, fair gentlewoman? GONERIL
This admiration, sir, is much o' the savour Of other your new pranks. I do beseech you To understand my
purposes aright: As you are old and reverend, you should be wise. Here do you keep a hundred knights
and squires; Men so disorder'd, so debosh'd and bold, That this our court, infected with their manners, Shows
like a riotous inn: epicurism and lust Make it more like a tavern or a brothel Than a graced palace. The
shame itself doth speak For instant remedy: be then desired By her, that else will take the thing she begs, A
little to disquantity your train; And the remainder, that shall still depend, To be such men as may besort
your age, And know themselves and you. KING LEAR
Darkness and devils! Saddle my horses; call my train together: Degenerate bastard! I'll not trouble thee. Yet
have I left a daughter. GONERIL
You strike my people; and your disorder'd rabble Make servants of their betters.
Enter ALBANY KING LEAR
Woe, that too late repents,
To ALBANY
O, sir, are you come? Is it your will? Speak, sir. Prepare my horses. Ingratitude, thou marble-hearted
fiend, More hideous when thou show'st thee in a child Than the sea-monster! ALBANY
Pray, sir, be patient. KING LEAR
[To GONERIL] Detested kite! thou liest. My train are men of choice and rarest parts, That all particulars
of duty know, And in the most exact regard support The worships of their name. O most small fault, How
ugly didst thou in Cordelia show! That, like an engine, wrench'd my frame of nature From the fix'd place; drew
from heart all love, And added to the gall. O Lear, Lear, Lear! Beat at this gate, that let thy folly in,
Striking his head
And thy dear judgment out! Go, go, my people. ALBANY
My lord, I am guiltless, as I am ignorant Of what hath moved you.
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