1076Stew. Good dawning to thee Friend, art of this house?

1077Kent. I.

1078Stew. Where may we set our horses?

1079Kent. I'th'myre.

1080Stew. Prythee, if thou lou'st me, tell me.

1081Kent. I loue thee not.

1082Ste. Why then I care not for thee.

1083Kent. If I had thee in Lipsbury Pinfold, I would make

1084thee care for me.

1085Ste. Why do'st thou vse me thus? I know thee not.

1086Kent. Fellow I know thee.

1087Ste. What do'st thou know me for?

1088Kent. A Knaue, a Rascall, an eater of broken meates, a

1089base, proud, shallow, beggerly, three-suited-hundred

1090pound, filthy woosted-stocking knaue, a Lilly-liuered,

1091action-taking, whoreson glasse-gazing super-seruiceable

1092finicall Rogue, one Trunke-inheriting slaue, one that

1093would'st be a Baud in way of good seruice, and art no-

1094thing but the composition of a Knaue, Begger, Coward,

1095Pandar, and the Sonne and Heire of a Mungrill Bitch,

1096one whom I will beate into clamours whining, if thou

1097deny'st the least sillable of thy addition.

1098Stew. Why, what a monstrous Fellow art thou, thus

1099to raile on one, that is neither knowne of thee, nor

1100knowes thee?

1101Kent. What a brazen-fac'd Varlet art thou, to deny

1102thou knowest me ? Is it two dayes since I tript vp thy

1103heeles, and beate thee before the King? Draw you rogue,

1104for though it be night, yet the Moone shines, Ile make a

1105sop oth'Moonshine of you, you whoreson Cullyenly

1106Barber-monger, draw.

1107Stew. Away, I haue nothing to do with thee.

1108Kent. Draw you Rascall, you come with Letters a-

1109gainst the King, and take Vanitie the puppets part, a-

1110gainst the Royaltie of her Father: draw you Rogue, or

1111Ile so carbonado your shanks, draw you Rascall, come

1112your waies.

1113Ste. Helpe, ho, murther, helpe.

1114Kent. Strike you slaue: stand rogue, stand you neat

1115slaue, strike.

1116Stew. Helpe hoa, murther, murther.

1118Bast. How now, what's the matter? Part.

1119Kent. With you goodman Boy, if you please, come,

1120Ile flesh ye, come on yong Master.

1121Glo. Weapons? Armes? what's the matter here?

1122Cor. Keepe peace vpon your liues, he dies that strikes

1123againe, what is the matter?

1124Reg. The Messengers from our Sister, and the King?

1125Cor. What is your difference, speake?

1126Stew. I am scarce in breath my Lord.

1127Kent. No Maruell, you haue so bestir'd your valour,

1128you cowardly Rascall, nature disclaimes in thee: a Taylor

1129made thee.

1130Cor. Thou art a strange fellow, a Taylor make a man?

1131Kent. A Taylor Sir, a Stone-cutter, or a Painter, could

1132not haue made him so ill, though they had bin but two

1133yeares oth'trade.

1134Cor. Speake yet, how grew your quarrell?

1135Ste. This ancient Ruffian Sir, whose life I haue spar'd

1136at sute of his gray-beard.

1137Kent. Thou whoreson Zed, thou vnnecessary letter:

1138my Lord, if you will giue me leaue, I will tread this vn-

1139boulted villaine into morter, and daube the wall of a

1140Iakes with him. Spare my gray-beard, you wagtaile?

1141Cor. Peace sirrah,

1142You beastly knaue, know you no reuerence?

1143Kent. Yes Sir, but anger hath a priuiledge.

1144Cor. Why art thou angrie?

1145Kent. That such a slaue as this should weare a Sword,

1146Who weares no honesty: such smiling rogues as these,

1147Like Rats oft bite the holy cords a twaine,

1148Which are t'intrince, t'vnloose: smooth euery passion

1149That in the natures of their Lords rebell,

1150Being oile to fire, snow to the colder moodes,

1151Reuenge, affirme, and turne their Halcion beakes

1152With euery gall, and varry of their Masters,

1153Knowing naught (like dogges) but following:

1154A plague vpon your Epilepticke visage,

1155Smoile you my speeches, as I were a Foole?

1156Goose, if I had you vpon Sarum Plaine,

1157I'ld driue ye cackling home to Camelot.

1158Corn. What art thou mad old Fellow?

1159Glost. How fell you out, say that?

1160Kent. No contraries hold more antipathy,

1161Then I, and such a knaue.

1162Corn. Why do'st thou call him Knaue?

1163What is his fault?

1164Kent. His countenance likes me not.

1165Cor. No more perchance do's mine, nor his, nor hers.

1166Kent. Sir, 'tis my occupation to be plaine,

1167I haue seene better faces in my time,

1168Then stands on any shoulder that I see

1169Before me, at this instant.

1170Corn. This is some Fellow,

1171Who hauing beene prais'd for bluntnesse, doth affect

1172A saucy roughnes, and constraines the garb

1173Quite from his Nature. He cannot flatter he,

1174An honest mind and plaine, he must speake truth,

1175And they will take it so, if not, hee's plaine.

1176These kind of Knaues I know, which in this plainnesse

1177Harbour more craft, and more corrupter ends,

1178Then twenty silly-ducking obseruants,

1179That stretch their duties nicely.

1180Kent. Sir, in good faith, in sincere verity,

1181Vnder th'allowance of your great aspect,

1182Whose influence like the wreath of radient fire

1183On flicking Phoebus front.

1184Corn. What mean'st by this?

1185Kent. To go out of my dialect, which you discom-

1186mend so much; I know Sir, I am no flatterer, he that be-

1187guild you in a plaine accent, was a plaine Knaue, which

1188for my part I will not be, though I should win your

1189displeasure to entreat me too't.

1190Corn. What was th'offence you gaue him?

1191Ste. I neuer gaue him any:

1192It pleas'd the King his Master very late

1193To strike at me vpon his misconstruction,

1194When he compact, and flattering his displeasure

1195Tript me behind: being downe, insulted, rail'd,

1196And put vpon him such a deale of Man,

1197That worthied him, got praises of the King,

1198For him attempting, who was selfe-subdued,

1199And in the fleshment of this dead exploit,

1200Drew on me here againe.

1201Kent. None of these Rogues, and Cowards

1202But Aiax is there Foole.

1203Corn. Fetch forth the Stocks?

1204You stubborne ancient Knaue, you reuerent Bragart,

1205Wee'l teach you.

1206Kent. Sir, I am too old to learne:

1207Call not your Stocks for me, I serue the King.

1208On whose imployment I was sent to you,

1209You shall doe small respects, show too bold malice

1210Against the Grace, and Person of my Master,

1211Stocking his Messenger.

1212Corn. Fetch forth the Stocks;

1213As I haue life and Honour, there shall he sit till Noone.

1214Reg. Till noone? till night my Lord, and all night too.

1215Kent. Why Madam, if I were your Fathers dog,

1216You should not vse me so.

1217Reg. Sir, being his Knaue, I will. Stocks brought out.

1218Cor. This is a Fellow of the selfe same colour,

1219Our Sister speakes of. Come, bring away the Stocks.

1220Glo. Let me beseech your Grace, not to do so,

1221The King his Master, needs must take it ill

1222That he so slightly valued in his Messenger,

1223Should haue him thus restrained.

1224Cor. Ile answere that.

1225Reg. My Sister may recieue it much more worsse,

1226To haue her Gentleman abus'd, assaulted.

1227Corn. Come my Lord, away. Exit.

1228Glo. I am sorry for thee friend, 'tis the Duke pleasure,

1229Whose disposition all the world well knowes

1230Will not be rub'd nor stopt, Ile entreat for thee .

1231Kent. Pray do not Sir, I haue watch'd and trauail'd hard,

1232Some time I shall sleepe out, the rest Ile whistle:

1233A good mans fortune may grow out at heeles:

1234Giue you good morrow.

1235Glo. The Duke's too blame in this,

1236'Twill be ill taken. Exit.

1237Kent. Good King, that must approue the common saw,

1238Thou out of Heauens benediction com'st

1239To the warme Sun.

1240Approach thou Beacon to this vnder Globe,

1241That by thy comfortable Beames I may

1242Peruse this Letter. Nothing almost sees miracles

1243But miserie. I know 'tis from Cordelia,

1244Who hath most fortunately beene inform'd

1245Of my obscured course. And shall finde time

1246From this enormous State, seeking to giue

1247Losses their remedies. All weary and o're-watch'd,

1248Take vantage heauie eyes, not to behold

1249This shamefnll lodging. Fortune goodnight,

1250Smile once more, turne thy wheele.

1252Edg. I heard my selfe proclaim'd,

1253And by the happy hollow of a Tree,

1254Escap'd the hunt. No Port is free, no place

1255That guard, and most vnusall vigilance

1256Do's not attend my taking. Whiles I may scape

1257I will preserue myselfe: and am bethought

1258To take the basest, and most poorest shape

1259That euer penury in contempt of man,

1260Brought neere to beast; my face Ile grime with filth,

1261Blanket my loines, elfe all my haires in knots,

1262And with presented nakednesse out-face

1263The Windes, and persecutions of the skie;

1264The Country giues me proofe, and president

1265Of Bedlam beggers, who with roaring voices,

1266Strike in their num'd and mortified Armes.

1267Pins, Wodden-prickes, Nayles, Sprigs of Rosemarie:

1268And with this horrible obiect, from low Farmes,

1269Poore pelting Villages, Sheeps-Coates, and Milles,

1270Sometimes with Lunaticke bans, sometime with Praiers

1271Inforce their charitie: poore Turlygod poore Tom,

1272That's something yet: Edgar I nothing am. Exit.

1274Lea. 'Tis strange that they should so depart from home,

1275And not send backe my Messengers.

1276Gent. As I learn'd,

1277The night before, there was no purpose in them

1278Of this remoue.

1279Kent. Haile to thee Noble Master.

1280Lear. Ha? Mak'st thou this shame ahy pastime ?

1281Kent. No my Lord.

1282Foole. Hah, ha, he weares Cruell Garters Horses are

1283tide by the heads, Dogges and Beares by'th'necke,

1284Monkies by'th'loynes, and Men by'th'legs: when a man

1285ouerlustie at legs, then he weares wodden nether-stocks.

1286Lear. What's he,

1287That hath so much thy place mistooke

1288To set thee heere?

1289Kent. It is both he and she,

1290Your Son, and Daughter.

1291Lear. No.

1292Kent. Yes.

1293Lear. No I say.

1294Kent. I say yea.

1295Lear. By Iupiter I sweare no.

1296Kent. By Iuno, I sweare I.

1297Lear. They durst not do't:

1298They could not, would not do't: 'tis worse then murther,

1299To do vpon respect such violent outrage:

1300Resolue me with all modest haste, which way

1301Thou might'st deserue, or they impose this vsage,

1302Comming from vs.

1303Kent. My Lord, when at their home

1304I did commend your Highnesse Letters to them,

1305Ere I was risen from the place, that shewed

1306My dutie kneeling, came there a reeking Poste,

1307Stew'd in his haste, halfe breathlesse, painting forth

1308From Gonerill his Mistris, salutations;

1309Deliuer'd Letters spight of intermission,

1310Which presently they read; on those contents

1311They summon'd vp their meiney, straight tooke Horse,

1312Commanded me to follow, and attend

1313The leisure of their answer, gaue me cold lookes,

1314And meeting heere the other Messenger,

1315Whose welcome I perceiu'd had poison'd mine,

1316Being the very fellow which of late

1317Displaid so sawcily against your Highnesse,

1318Hauing more man then wit about me, drew;

1319He rais'd the house, with loud and coward cries,

1320Your Sonne and Daughter found this trespasse worth

1321The shame which heere it suffers.

1322Foole. Winters not gon yet, if the wil'd Geese fly that (way,

1323Fathers that weare rags, do make their Children blind,

1324But Fathers that beare bags, shall see their children kind.

1325Fortune that arrant whore, nere turns the key to th'poore.

1326But for all this thou shalt haue as many Dolors for thy

1327Daughters, as thou canst tell in a yeare.

1328Lear. Oh how this Mother swels vp toward my heart!

1329Historica passio, downe thou climing sorrow,

1330Thy Elements below where is this Daughter?

1331Kent. Wirh the Earle Sir, here within.

1332Lear. Follow me not, stay here. Exit.

1333Gen. Made you no more offence,

1334But what you speake of?

1335Kent. None:

1336How chance the the King comes with so small a number?

1337Foole. And thou hadst beene set i'th'Stockes for that

1338question, thoud'st well deseru'd it.

1339Kent. Why Foole?

1340Foole. Wee'l set thee to schoole to an Ant, to teach

1341thee ther's no labouring i'th'winter. All that follow their

1342noses, are led by their eyes, but blinde men, and there's

1343not a nose among twenty, but can smell him that's stink-

1344ing; let go thy hold, when a great wheele runs downe a

1345hill, least it breake thy necke with following. But the

1346great one that goes vpward, let him draw thee after:

1347when a wiseman giues thee better counsell giue me mine

1348againe, I would hause none but knaues follow it, since a

1349Foole giues it.

1350That Sir, which serues and seekes for gaine,

1351And followes but for forme;

1352Will packe, when it begins to raine,

1353And leaue thee in the storme,

1354But I will tarry, the Foole will stay,

1355And let the wiseman flie:

1356The knaue turnes Foole that runnes away,

1357The Foole noknaue perdie.

1359Kent. Where learn'd you this Foole ?

1360Foole. Not i'th'Stocks Foole.

1361Lear. Deny to speake with me ?

1362They are sicke, they are weary,

1363They haue trauail'd all the night? meere fetches,

1364The images of reuolt and flying off.

1365Fetch me a better answer.

1366Glo. My deere Lord,

1367You know the fiery quality of the Duke,

1368How vnremoueable and fixt he is

1369In his owne course.

1370Lear. Vengeance, Plague, Death, Confusion :

1371Fiery? What quality? Why Gloster, Gloster,

1372I'ld speake with the Duke of Cornewall, and his wife.

1373Glo. Well my good Lord, I haue inform'd them so.

1374Lear. Inform'd them? Do'st thou vnderstand me man.

1375Glo. I my good Lord.

1376Lear. The King would speake with Cornwall,

1377The deere Father

1378Would with his Daughter speake, commands, tends, ser-(uice,

1379Are they inform'd of this? My breath and blood:

1380Fiery? The fiery Duke, tell the hot Duke that----

1381No, but not yet, may be he is not well,

1382Infirmity doth still neglect all office,

1383Whereto our health is bound, we are not our selues,

1384When Nature being opprest, commands the mind

1385To suffer with the body; Ile forbeare,

1386And am fallen out with my more headier will,

1387To take the indispos'd and sickly fit,

1388For the sound man. Death on my state: wherefore

1389Should he sit heere? This act perswades me,

1390That this remotion of the Duke and her

1391Is practise only. Giue me my Seruant forth;

1392Goe tell the Duke, and's wife, Il'd speake with them:

1393Now, presently: bid them come forth and heare me,

1394Or at their Chamber doore Ile beate the Drum,

1395Till it crie sleepe to death.

1396Glo. I would haue all well betwixt you. Exit.

1397Lear. Oh me my heart! My rising heart! But downe.

1398Foole. Cry to it Nunckle, as the Cockney did to the

1399Eeles, when she put 'em i'th'Paste aliue, she knapt 'em

1400o'th'coxcombs with a sticke, and cryed downe wantons,

1401downe; 'twas her Brother, that in pure kindnesse to his

1402Horse buttered his Hay.

1404Lear. Good morrow to you both.

1405Corn. Haile to your Grace. Kent here set at liberty.

1406Reg. I am glad to see your Highnesse.

1407Lear. Regan, I thinke your are. I know what reason

1408I haue to thinke so, if thou should'st not be glad,

1409I would diuorce me from thy Mother Tombe,

1410Sepulchring an Adultresse. O are you free?

1411Some other time for that. Beloued Regan,

1412Thy Sisters naught: oh Regan, she hath tied

1413Sharpe-tooth'd vnkindnesse, like a vulture heere,

1414I can scarce speake to thee, thou'lt not beleeue

1415With how deprau'd a quality. Oh Regan.

1416Reg. I pray you Sir, take patience, I haue hope

1417You lesse know how to value her desert,

1418Then she to scant her dutie.

1419Lear. Say? How is that?

1420Reg. I cannot thinke my Sister in the least

1421Would faile her Obligation. If Sir perchance

1422She haue restrained the Riots of your Followres,

1423'Tis on such ground, and to such wholesome end,

1424As cleeres her from all blame.

1425Lear. My curses on her.

1426Reg. O Sir, you are old,

1427Nature in you stands on the very Verge

1428Of his confine: you should be rul'd, and led

1429By some discretion, that discernes your state

1430Better then you your selfe: therefore I pray you,

1431That to our Sister, you do make returne,

1432Say you haue wrong'd her.

1433Lear. Aske her forgiuenesse?

1434Do you but marke how this becomes the house?

1435Deere daughter, I confesse that I am old;

1436Age is vnnecessary: on my knees I begge,

1437That you'l vouchsafe me Rayment, Bed, and Food.

1438Reg. Good Sir, no more: these are vnsightly trickes:

1439Returne you to my Sister.

1440Lear. Neuer Regan:

1441She hath abated me of halfe my Traine;

1442Look'd blacke vpon me, strooke me with her Tongue

1443Most Serpent-like, vpon the very Heart.

1444All the stor'd Vengeances of Heauen, fall

1445On her ingratefull top: strike her yong bones

1446You taking Ayres, with Lamenesse.

1447Corn. Fye sir, fie.

1448Le. You nimble Lightnings, dart your blinding flames

1449Into her scornfull eyes: Infect her Beauty,

1450You Fen-suck'd Fogges, drawne by the powrfull Sunne,

1451To fall, and blister.

1452Reg. O the blest Gods!

1453So will you wish on me, when the rash moode is on.

1454Lear. No Regan, thou shalt neuer haue my curse:

1455Thy tender-hefted -->Nature shall not giue

1456Thee o're to harshnesse: Her eyes are fierce, but thine

1457Do comfort, and not burne. 'Tis not in thee

1458To grudge my pleasures, to cut off my Traine,

1459To bandy hasty words, to scant my sizes,

1460And in conclusion, to oppose the bolt

1461Against my comming in. Thou better know'st

1462The Offices of Nature, bond of Childhood,

1463Effects of Curtesie, dues of Gratitude:

1464Thy halfe o'th'Kingdome hast thou not forgot,

1465Wherein I thee endow'd.

1466Reg. Good Sir, to'th'purpose. Tucket within.

1467Lear. Who put my man i'th'Stockes?

1469Corn. What Trumpet's that?

1470Reg. I know't, my Sisters: this approues her Letter,

1471That she would soone be heere. Is your Lady come?

1472Lear. This is a Slaue, whose easie borrowed pride

1473Dwels in the sickly grace of her he followes.

1474Out Varlet, from my sight.

1475Corn. What meanes your Grace?

1477Lear. Who stockt my Seruant? Regan, I haue good hope

1478Thou did'st not know on't.

1479Who comes here? O Heauens!

1480If you do loue old men; if your sweet sway

1481Allow Obedience; if you your selues are old,

1482Make it your cause: Send downe, and take my part.

1483Art not asham'd to looke vpon this Beard?

1484O Regan, will you take her by the hand?

1485Gon. Why not by'th'hand Sir? How haue I offended?

1486All's not offence that indiscretion findes,

1487And dotage termes so.

1488Lear. O sides, you are too tough!

1489Will you yet hold?

1490How came my man i'th'Stockes?

1491Corn. I set him there, Sir: but his owne Disorders

1492Deseru'd much lesse aduancement.

1493Lear. You? Did you?

1494Reg. I pray you Father being weake, seeme so.

1495If till the expiration of your Moneth

1496You will returne and soiourne with my Sister,

1497Dismissing halfe your traine, come then to me,

1498I am now from home, and out of that prouision

1499Which shall be needfull for your entertainement.

1500Lear. Returne to her? and fifty men dismiss'd?

1501No, rather I abiure all roofes, and chuse

1502To wage against the enmity oth'ayre,

1503To be a Comrade with the Wolfe, and Owle,

1504Necessities sharpe pinch. Returne with her?

1505Why the hot-bloodiedFrance, that dowerlesse tooke

1506Our yongest borne, I could as well be brought

1507To knee his Throne, and Squire-like pension beg,

1508To keepe base life a foote; returne with her?

1509Perswade me rather to be slaue and sumpter

1510To this detested groome.

1511Gon. At your choice Sir.

1512Lear. I prythee Daughter do not make me mad,

1513I will not trouble thee my Child; farewell:

1514Wee'l no more meete, no more see one another.

1515But yet thou art my flesh, my blood, my Daughter,

1516Or rather a disease that's in my flesh,

1517Which I must needs call mine. Thou art a Byle,

1518A plague sore, or imbossed Carbuncle

1519In my corrupted blood. But Ile not chide thee,

1520Let shame come when it will, I do not call it,

1521I do not bid the Thunder-bearer shoote,

1522Nor tell tales of thee to high-iudging Ioue,

1523Mend when thou can'st, be better at thy leisure,

1524I can be patient, I can stay with Regan,

1525I and my hundred Knights.

1526Reg. Not altogether so,

1527I look'd not for you yet, nor am prouided

1528For your fit welcome, giue eare Sir to my Sister,

1529For those that mingle reason with your passion,

1530Must be content to thinke you old, and so,

1531But she knowes what she doe's.

1532Lear. Is this well spoken?

1533Reg. I dare auouch it Sir, what fifty Followers?

1534Is it not well? What should you need of more?

1535Yea, or so many? Sith that both charge and danger,

1536Speake 'gainst so great a number? How in one house

1537Should many people, vnder two commands

1538Hold amity? 'Tis hard, almost impossible.

1539Gon. Why might not you my Lord, receiue attendance

1540From those that she cals Seruants, or from mine?

1541Reg. Why not my Lord?

1542If then they chanc'd to slacke ye,

1543We could comptroll them; if you will come to me,

1544(For now I spie a danger) I entreate you

1545To bring but fiue and twentie ,to no more

1546Will I giue place or notice.

1547Lear. I gaue you all.

1548Reg. And in good time you gaue it.

1549Lear. Made you my Guardians, my Depositaries,

1550But kept a reseruation to be followed

1551With such a number? What , must I come to you

1552With fiue and twenty? Regan, said you so?

1553Reg. And speak't againe my Lord, no more with me.

1554Lea. Those wicked Creatures yet do look wel fauor'd

1555When others are more wicked, not being the worst

1556Stands in some ranke of praise, Ile go with thee,

1557Thy fifty yet doth double fiue and twenty,

1558And thou art twice her Loue.

1559Gon. Heare me my Lord;

1560What need you fiue and twenty? Ten? Or fiue?

1561To follow in a house, where twice so many

1562Haue a command to tend you?

1563Reg. What need one?

1564Lear. O reason not the need: our basest Beggers

1565Are in the poorest thing superfluous.

1566Allow not Nature, more then Nature needs:

1567Mans life is cheape as Beastes. Thou art a Lady;

1568If onely to go warme were gorgeous,

1569Why Nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st,

1570Which scarcely keepes thee warme, but for true need:

1571You Heauens, giue me that patience, patience I need,

1572You see me heere (you Gods) a poore old man,

1573As full of griefe as age, wretched in both,

1574If it be you that stirres these Daughters hearts

1575Against their Father, foole me not so much,

1576To beare it tamely: touch me with Noble anger,

1577And let not womens weapons, water drops,

1578Staine my mans cheekes. No you vnnaturall Hags,

1579I will haue such reuenges on you both,

1580That all the world shall---I will do such things,

1581What they are yet, I know not, but they shal be

1582The terrors of the earth? you thinke Ile weepe,

1583No, Ile not weepe, I haue full cause of weeping.

1585But this heart shal break into a hundred thousand flawes

1586Or ere Ile weepe; O Foole, I shall go mad. Exeunt.

1587Corn. Let vs withdraw, 'twill be a Storme.

1588Reg. This house is little, the old man an'ds people,

1589Cannot be well bestow'd.

1590Gon. 'Tis his owne blame hath put himselfe from rest,

1591And must needs taste his folly.

1592Reg. For his particular, Ile receiue him gladly,

1593But not one follower.

1594Gon. So am I purpos'd.

1595Where is my Lord of Gloster?

1597Corn. Followed the old man forth, he is return'd.

1598Glo. The King is in high rage.

1599Corn. Whether is he going?

1600Glo. He cals to Horse, but will I know not whether.

1601Corn. 'Tis best to giue him way, he leads himselfe.

1602Gon. My Lord, entreate him by no meanes to stay.

1603Glo. Alacke the night comes on, and the high windes

1604Do sorely ruffle, for many Miles about

1605There's scarce a Bush.

1606Reg. O Sir, to wilfull men,

1607The iniuries that they themselues procure,

1608Must be their Schoole-Masters: shut vp your doores,

1609He is attended with a desperate traine,

1610And what they may incense him too, being apt,

1611To haue his eare abus'd, wisedome bids feare.

1612Cor. Shut vp your doores my Lord, 'tis a wil'd night,

1613My Regan counsels well: come out oth'storme. Exeunt.