but as a taste of my virtue.
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Hum... Conspiracy!
O villain!
Abhorred villain!
Unnatural, detested,
brutish villain!
Where is he?
Suspend your indignation
till you can derive from him
better testimony of his intent.
Edmund, seek him out,
wind me into him.
These late eclipses
in the sun and moon
portend no good to us:
Brothers divide,
in cities, mutinies,
in countries, discord,
in palaces, treason.
And the bond cracked
twixt son and father.
We have seen the best of our time.
- When saw you my father last?
- The night gone by.
- Spake you with him?
- Ay, two hours together.
Parted you in good terms?
Found you no displeasure in him?
None at all.
Bethink yourself wherein you may
have offended him.
And at my entreaty
forbear his presence
till some little time hath qualified
the heat of his displeasure.
Some villain
hath done me wrong.
Have a continent forbearance till
the speed of his rage goes slower.
Retire with me to my lodging.
There's my key.
If you do stir abroad, go armed.
Armed, brother!
He hath no good meaning toward you.
What I have told you is nothing
like the image and horror of it.
By the surfeit of our own
behaviour,
we make guilty of our disasters
the sun, the moon, and the stars.
As if we were fools
by heavenly compulsion,
by an enforced obedience
of planetary influence.
And admirable evasion
of whore-master man,
to lay his goatish disposition
to the charge of a star!
Fut, I should have been
what I am,
had the maidenliest star
in the firmament
twinkled on my bastardizing.
Let me not stay a jot for dinner!
Go get it ready!
Dinner, ho, dinner!
Where's my fool?
Go you, and call my fool hither.
You, you sirrah, where's my daughter?
So please you...
What says the fellow there?
Call the clotpoll back!
Where's my fool?
I think the world's asleep.
Where's that mongrel?
He says,
your daughter is not well.
Why came not the slave back to me?
He answered me,
he would not.
He would not!
My lord, to my judgement,
your highness is not entertained
with that ceremonious affection
as you were wont.
But where's my fool?
I have not seen him this two days.
Since my young lady's going into
France, the fool hath much pined away.
No more of that. Go you,
and tell my daughter
I would speak with her.
Go you, call hither my fool!
O, you sir,
you, come you hither, sir.
Who am I, sir?
My lady's father.
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My lord's knave!
- I'll not be struck, my lord!
- Nor tript neither, football player.
I thank thee, fellow. What art thou?
A man, sir. A very honest-
hearted fellow,
and as poor as the king.
If thou be as poor for a subject
as he is for a king,
thou art poor enough.
What wouldst thou?
To serve you.
If I like thee no worse after dinner,
I will not part from thee yet.
There's earnest of thy service.
Let me hire him too.
How now, my pretty knave!
How dost thou?
- You were best take my coxcomb.
- Why, fool?
For taking one's part
that's out of favour.
This fellow hath banisht
two one's daughters,
and did the third a blessing
against his will.
If thou follow him, thou must
needs wear my coxcomb.
Take heed, sirrah,
the whip.
Truth's a dog must to kennel,
he must be whipped out,
when Lady the brach
may stand by the fire and stink.
A bitter fool!
Dost thou know the difference between
a bitter fool and a sweet fool?
No, lad. Teach me.
That lord that counselled thee
To give away thy land,
Come place him here by me,
Do thou for him stand.
The sweet and bitter