all well betwixt you.
O me, my heart, my rising heart!
But, down!
- Good morrow to you both.
- Hail to your Grace!
I am glad to see your highness.
Regan, I think you are!
O, are you free?
Some other time for that.
Beloved Regan,
thy sister's naught.
She hath tied sharp-toothed
unkindness, like a vulture, here.
Thou'It not believe of how
depraved a quality - O Regan!
Take patience, sir, I have hope you
less know how to value her desert.
Say, how is that?
I cannot think my sister in the
least would fail her obligation:
If, sir, perchance she have
restrained the riots of your men...
My curses on her!
You should be ruled, and led
by some discretion
that discerns your state
better than you yourself.
Therefore, I pray you, that to
our sister you do make return.
Say you have wronged her, sir.
Ask her forgiveness?
Dear daughter, I confess that
I am old; age is unnecessary.
On my knees I beg that you'll
vouchsafe me raiment, bed and food.
Good sir, no more.
These are unsightly tricks.
Return you to my sister.
Never, Regan!
All the stored vengeances of heaven
fall on her ingrateful top!
Strike her young bones,
you taking airs, with lameness!
You nimble lightnings, dart your
blinding flames into her scornful eyes!
Infect her beauty,
to fall and blast her pride!
O the blest gods! So you will wish
on me,
when the rash mood is on.
No, Regan,
thou shalt never have my curse!
Thy tender-hefted nature shall not
give thee over to harshness.
Thou better know'st the bond
of childhood;
Thy half of the kingdom hast thou
not forgot,
wherein I thee endowed.
Good sir, to the purpose.
Who put my man in the stocks?
I set him there, sir.
But his own disorders
deserved much less advancement.
O heavens, if you love old men, if
yourselves are old, take my part!
O Regan, wilt thou take her
by the hand?
Why not by the hand, sir?
All's not offence
that indiscretion finds
and dotage terms so.
I am now from home, and out of that
provision which shall be needful.
Sojourn with my sister,
dismissing half your train.
Return to her?
And fifty men dismist?
No, rather I abjure all roofs.
Return with her?
Persuade me rather to be a slave
to this detested groom.
- At your choice, sir.
- Daughter!
I prithee, do not make me mad.
I will not trouble thee.
Farewell, my child.
We'll no more meet,
no more see one another.
But yet thou art my flesh,
my blood, my daughter.
Or rather a disease that's in
my flesh,
which I must needs call mine,
thou art a boil,
a plague-sore in my corrupted blood.
But I'll not chide thee.
Let shame come
when it will.
Mend when thou canst.
I can be patient.
I can stay with Regan,
I and my hundred knights.
Not altogether so,
I looked not for you yet.
If you will come to me,
I entreat you to bring
but five-and-twenty knights.
- I gave you all!
- And in good time you gave it.
Made you my guardians,
my depositaries,
but kept a reservation to be
followed with such a number.
What need you five-and-twenty, ten
or five, in a house
where twice so many
have a command to tend you?
What need one?
O, reason not the need.
Our basest beggars are in
the poorest thing superfluous.
Allow not nature more than nature
needs,
man's life is cheap as beast's.
You heavens, give me that patience!
Patience I need!
You see me here, you gods,
a poor old man.
If it be you that stir these
daughters against their father,
fool me not so much
to bear it tamely,
touch me with noble anger.
No, you unnatural hags, I will
have such revenges on you both
that they shall be the terrors
of the earth.
You think I'll weep?
No, I'll not weep.
I have full cause of weeping,
but this heart shall break into
a hundred flaws, or e'er I'll weep.
O fool, I shall go mad!
Most savage and unnatural!
I like not this unnatural dealing!
I have received a letter
and locked it in my closet.
These injuries
the king now bears
will be revenged.
We must incline to