Song: King Lear Act 1 Scene 5
Viewed: 52 - Published at: 8 years ago
Artist: William Shakespeare
Year: 1606Viewed: 52 - Published at: 8 years ago
SCENE V. Court before the same.
Enter KING LEAR, KENT, and Fool
KING LEAR
Go you before to Gloucester with these letters.
Acquaint my daughter no further with any thing you
Know than comes from her demand out of the letter.
If your diligence be not speedy, I shall be there afore you.
KENT
I will not sleep, my lord, till I have delivered
Your letter.
Exit
FOOL
If a man's brains were in's heels, were't not in
Danger of kibes?
KING LEAR
Ay, boy.
FOOL
Then, I prithee, be merry; thy wit shall ne'er go
Slip-shod.
KING LEAR
Ha, ha, ha!
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.
KING LEAR
Why, what canst thou tell, my boy?
FOOL
She will 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?
KING LEAR
No.
FOOL
Why, to keep one's eyes of either side's nose; that
What a man cannot smell out, he may spy into.
KING LEAR
I did her wrong--
FOOL
Canst tell how an oyster makes his shell?
KING LEAR
No.
FOOL
Nor I neither; but I can tell why a snail has a house.
KING LEAR
Why?
FOOL
Why, to put his head in; not to give it away to his
Daughters, and leave his horns without a case.
KING LEAR
I will forget my nature. So kind a father! Be my
Horses ready?
FOOL
Thy asses are gone about 'em. The reason why the
Seven stars are no more than seven is a pretty reason.
KING LEAR
Because they are not eight?
FOOL
Yes, indeed: thou wouldst make a good fool.
KING LEAR
To take 't again perforce! Monster ingratitude!
FOOL
If thou wert my fool, nuncle, I'ld have thee beaten
For being old before thy time.
KING LEAR
How's that?
FOOL
Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise.
KING LEAR
O, let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven
Keep me in temper: I would not be mad!
Enter Gentleman
How now! are the horses ready?
GENTLEMAN
Ready, my lord.
KING LEAR
Come, boy.
FOOL
She that's a maid now, and laughs at my departure,
Shall not be a maid long, unless things be cut shorter.
Exeunt
Enter KING LEAR, KENT, and Fool
KING LEAR
Go you before to Gloucester with these letters.
Acquaint my daughter no further with any thing you
Know than comes from her demand out of the letter.
If your diligence be not speedy, I shall be there afore you.
KENT
I will not sleep, my lord, till I have delivered
Your letter.
Exit
FOOL
If a man's brains were in's heels, were't not in
Danger of kibes?
KING LEAR
Ay, boy.
FOOL
Then, I prithee, be merry; thy wit shall ne'er go
Slip-shod.
KING LEAR
Ha, ha, ha!
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.
KING LEAR
Why, what canst thou tell, my boy?
FOOL
She will 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?
KING LEAR
No.
FOOL
Why, to keep one's eyes of either side's nose; that
What a man cannot smell out, he may spy into.
KING LEAR
I did her wrong--
FOOL
Canst tell how an oyster makes his shell?
KING LEAR
No.
FOOL
Nor I neither; but I can tell why a snail has a house.
KING LEAR
Why?
FOOL
Why, to put his head in; not to give it away to his
Daughters, and leave his horns without a case.
KING LEAR
I will forget my nature. So kind a father! Be my
Horses ready?
FOOL
Thy asses are gone about 'em. The reason why the
Seven stars are no more than seven is a pretty reason.
KING LEAR
Because they are not eight?
FOOL
Yes, indeed: thou wouldst make a good fool.
KING LEAR
To take 't again perforce! Monster ingratitude!
FOOL
If thou wert my fool, nuncle, I'ld have thee beaten
For being old before thy time.
KING LEAR
How's that?
FOOL
Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise.
KING LEAR
O, let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven
Keep me in temper: I would not be mad!
Enter Gentleman
How now! are the horses ready?
GENTLEMAN
Ready, my lord.
KING LEAR
Come, boy.
FOOL
She that's a maid now, and laughs at my departure,
Shall not be a maid long, unless things be cut shorter.
Exeunt
( William Shakespeare )
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