Act I, Scene v: Court before the Duke of Albany's Palace.
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| | Lear.: | |
| | Go you before to Gloster with these letters: acquaint my | |
| | daughter no further with anything you know than comes from her | |
| | demand out of the letter. If your diligence be not speedy, I | |
| | shall be there afore you. | |
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| | Kent.: | |
| | I will not sleep, my lord, till I have delivered your letter. | |
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| | Fool.: | |
| | If a man's brains were in's heels, were't not in danger of kibes? | |
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| | Fool.: | |
| | Then I pr'ythee be merry; thy wit shall not go slipshod. | |
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| | Fool.: | |
| | Shalt see thy other daughter will use thee kindly; for though | |
| | she's as like this as a crab's like an apple, yet I can tell | |
| | what I can tell. | |
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| | Lear.: | |
| | What canst tell, boy? | |
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| | Fool.: | |
| | She'll taste as like this as a crab does to a crab. Thou | |
| | canst tell why one's nose stands i' the middle on's face? | |
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| | Fool.: | |
| | Why, to keep one's eyes of either side's nose, that what a man | |
| | cannot smell out, he may spy into. | |
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| | Fool.: | |
| | Canst tell how an oyster makes his shell? | |
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| | Fool.: | |
| | Nor I neither; but I can tell why a snail has a house. | |
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| | Fool.: | |
| | Why, to put's head in; not to give it away to his daughters, and | |
| | leave his horns without a case. | |
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| | Lear.: | |
| | I will forget my nature. So kind a father!—Be my horses ready? | |
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| | Fool.: | |
| | Thy asses are gone about 'em. The reason why the seven stars are | |
| | no more than seven is a pretty reason. | |
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| | Lear.: | |
| | Because they are not eight? | |
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| | Fool.: | |
| | Yes indeed: thou wouldst make a good fool. | |
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| | Lear.: | |
| | To tak't again perforce!—Monster ingratitude! | |
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| | Fool.: | |
| | If thou wert my fool, nuncle, I'ld have thee beaten for being | |
| | old before thy time. | |
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| | Fool.: | |
| | Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise. | |
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| | Lear.: | |
| | O, let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven! | |
| | Keep me in temper; I would not be mad!— | |
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| | How now? are the horses ready? | |
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| | Fool.: | |
| | She that's a maid now, and laughs at my departure, | |
| | Shall not be a maid long, unless things be cut shorter. | |
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