King Lear

0:00:02 > 0:00:05King Lear is probably one of the biggest challenges a director is ever going to face.

0:00:05 > 0:00:08It's an epic story of a man's descent into madness

0:00:08 > 0:00:11his struggles with his pride, his arrogance.

0:00:11 > 0:00:15It's also a story of the young wrestling power away from the old.

0:00:15 > 0:00:20I started from the premise that he was sick,

0:00:20 > 0:00:21and he knew he was sick,

0:00:21 > 0:00:27and that sickness affected the decisions he made -

0:00:27 > 0:00:30which are not good decisions, really.

0:00:30 > 0:00:35But he was doing because he was looking for a means of protection

0:00:35 > 0:00:39because he had intimations of his own mortality.

0:00:39 > 0:00:41When I started working on King Lear,

0:00:41 > 0:00:44I wanted to set it exactly where it's set, in an ancient Britain, a pagan time.

0:00:44 > 0:00:47I also wanted to set it with a black king,

0:00:47 > 0:00:48that was quite important to me.

0:00:48 > 0:00:54There's an idea that the black presence in England started in the '50s, with the Windrush generation,

0:00:54 > 0:00:57but as I kind of probed and dug I found that actually

0:00:57 > 0:01:00there's been a black presence in England for absolute centuries,

0:01:00 > 0:01:05so I pushed the idea even further and imagined, what if you could be the king?

0:01:05 > 0:01:08I mean, this is a time when race isn't an issue.

0:01:08 > 0:01:11The most important thing is whoever is the strongest -

0:01:11 > 0:01:12they rule.

0:01:12 > 0:01:16- So this is the story of King Lear. - Enjoy.

0:01:37 > 0:01:40I thought the King had more affected the Duke of Albany than Cornwall.

0:01:40 > 0:01:43It always seemed so to us - but now, in the division

0:01:43 > 0:01:47of the kingdom, it appears not which of the dukes he values most.

0:01:47 > 0:01:48Is not this your son, my lord?

0:01:48 > 0:01:52Mm. His breeding, sir, hath been at my charge.

0:01:52 > 0:01:55I have so often blushed to acknowledge him

0:01:55 > 0:01:56that now I am brazed to it.

0:01:56 > 0:01:58I cannot conceive you.

0:01:58 > 0:02:00Sir, this young fellow's mother could.

0:02:00 > 0:02:01LAUGHTER

0:02:01 > 0:02:04Whereupon she grew round-wombed, and had, indeed, sir,

0:02:04 > 0:02:07a son for her cradle ere she had a husband for her bed.

0:02:07 > 0:02:08Do you smell a fault?

0:02:08 > 0:02:12I cannot wish the fault undone, the issue of it being so proper.

0:02:12 > 0:02:14But I have a son, sir, by order of law,

0:02:14 > 0:02:17who yet is no dearer in my account.

0:02:17 > 0:02:20Though this knave came something saucily to the world

0:02:20 > 0:02:24before he was sent for, yet was his mother fair -

0:02:24 > 0:02:25there was good sport at his making.

0:02:25 > 0:02:27THEY LAUGH

0:02:27 > 0:02:29And the whoreson must be acknowledged.

0:02:29 > 0:02:30Do you know this noble gentleman, Edmund?

0:02:30 > 0:02:32No, my lord.

0:02:32 > 0:02:36My lord of Kent - remember him hereafter as my honourable friend.

0:02:36 > 0:02:37My services to your lordship.

0:02:37 > 0:02:39I must love you, and sue to know you better.

0:02:39 > 0:02:41Sir, I shall study deserving.

0:02:41 > 0:02:44He has been out nine years, and away he shall again.

0:02:44 > 0:02:45HEAVY DRUMBEAT

0:02:45 > 0:02:46The King is coming.

0:02:57 > 0:02:59FANFARE

0:03:25 > 0:03:28Attend the lords of France and Burgundy, Gloucester.

0:03:28 > 0:03:30I shall, my lord.

0:03:36 > 0:03:41Meantime, we shall express our darker purpose.

0:03:41 > 0:03:43Give me the map there.

0:03:56 > 0:04:02Know that we have divided in three our kingdom.

0:04:02 > 0:04:04And 'tis our fast intent

0:04:04 > 0:04:08To shake all cares and business from our age,

0:04:08 > 0:04:13Conferring them on younger strengths, while we

0:04:13 > 0:04:16Unburdened crawl toward death.

0:04:18 > 0:04:20Our son of Cornwall,

0:04:20 > 0:04:24And you, our no less loving son of Albany,

0:04:24 > 0:04:28We have this hour a constant will to publish

0:04:28 > 0:04:32Our daughters' several dowers, that future strife

0:04:32 > 0:04:34May be prevented now.

0:04:36 > 0:04:40The two great princes, France and Burgundy,

0:04:40 > 0:04:44Great rivals in our youngest daughter's love,

0:04:44 > 0:04:48Long in our court have made their amorous sojourn,

0:04:48 > 0:04:50And here are to be answered.

0:04:53 > 0:04:55Tell me, my daughters -

0:04:55 > 0:05:00Since now we will divest us both of rule,

0:05:00 > 0:05:04Interest of territory, cares of state -

0:05:04 > 0:05:08Which of you shall we say doth love us most,

0:05:08 > 0:05:12That we our largest bounty may extend

0:05:12 > 0:05:15Where nature doth with merit challenge?

0:05:17 > 0:05:22Goneril, our eldest-born, speak first.

0:05:23 > 0:05:29Sir, I do love you more than word can wield the matter,

0:05:29 > 0:05:33Dearer than eyesight, space and liberty,

0:05:33 > 0:05:38Beyond what can be valued, rich or rare,

0:05:38 > 0:05:43No less than life, with grace, health, beauty, honour!

0:05:43 > 0:05:48As much as child e'er loved, or father found,

0:05:48 > 0:05:53A love that makes breath poor and speech unable -

0:05:53 > 0:05:57Beyond all manner of so much I love you.

0:06:01 > 0:06:08Of all these bounds, even from this line to this,

0:06:08 > 0:06:12With shadowy forests and with champaigns riched,

0:06:12 > 0:06:16With plenteous rivers and wide-skirted meads,

0:06:16 > 0:06:18We make thee lady.

0:06:18 > 0:06:21To thine and Albany's issues

0:06:21 > 0:06:22Be this perpetual.

0:06:26 > 0:06:29What says our second daughter,

0:06:29 > 0:06:34Our dearest Regan, wife to Cornwall? Speak.

0:06:34 > 0:06:39Sir, I am made of that self mettle as my sister,

0:06:39 > 0:06:41And prize me at her worth.

0:06:41 > 0:06:45In my true heart I find she names my very deed of love -

0:06:45 > 0:06:50Only...she comes too short, that I profess

0:06:50 > 0:06:52Myself an enemy to all other joys

0:06:52 > 0:06:56Which the most precious square of sense possesses,

0:06:56 > 0:06:59And find I am alone felicitate

0:06:59 > 0:07:01In your dear highness' love.

0:07:01 > 0:07:05To thee and thine hereditary ever

0:07:05 > 0:07:09Remain this ample third of our fair kingdom,

0:07:09 > 0:07:13No less in space, validity and pleasure

0:07:13 > 0:07:16Than that conferred on Goneril.

0:07:19 > 0:07:24But now, our joy,

0:07:24 > 0:07:29Although the last and least, to whose young love

0:07:29 > 0:07:33The vines of France and the milk of Burgundy

0:07:33 > 0:07:37Strive to be interessed,

0:07:37 > 0:07:39What can you say to draw

0:07:39 > 0:07:42A third more opulent than your sisters?

0:07:44 > 0:07:45Speak.

0:07:50 > 0:07:51Nothing, my lord.

0:07:59 > 0:08:01Nothing?

0:08:01 > 0:08:02Nothing.

0:08:03 > 0:08:09How? Nothing will come of nothing. Speak again.

0:08:09 > 0:08:11Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave

0:08:11 > 0:08:13My heart into my mouth.

0:08:13 > 0:08:14I love your majesty

0:08:14 > 0:08:18According to my bond, no more, no less.

0:08:18 > 0:08:21How? How, Cordelia?

0:08:22 > 0:08:24Mend your speech a little,

0:08:24 > 0:08:26Lest you may mar your fortunes.

0:08:26 > 0:08:27Good, my lord,

0:08:27 > 0:08:30You have begot me, bred me, loved me.

0:08:30 > 0:08:33I return those duties back as are right fit,

0:08:33 > 0:08:36Obey you, love you and most honour you.

0:08:36 > 0:08:39Why have my sisters' husbands, if they say

0:08:39 > 0:08:40They love you all?

0:08:40 > 0:08:42Happily when I shall wed,

0:08:42 > 0:08:44That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry

0:08:44 > 0:08:48Half my love with him, half my care and duty.

0:08:48 > 0:08:51Sure, I shall never marry like my sisters

0:08:51 > 0:08:53To love my father all.

0:08:53 > 0:08:55But goes thy heart with this?

0:08:55 > 0:08:57Ay, my good lord.

0:08:58 > 0:09:02So young and so untender?

0:09:02 > 0:09:05So young, my lord, and true.

0:09:05 > 0:09:07Well, let it be so.

0:09:07 > 0:09:09Thy truth then be thy dower,

0:09:09 > 0:09:12For by the sacred radiance of the sun,

0:09:12 > 0:09:15The mysteries of Hecate and the night,

0:09:15 > 0:09:17By all the operation of the orbs

0:09:17 > 0:09:19From whom we do exist and cease to be -

0:09:19 > 0:09:23Here I disclaim all my paternal care,

0:09:23 > 0:09:25Propinquity and property of blood,

0:09:25 > 0:09:27And as a stranger to my heart and me

0:09:27 > 0:09:29Hold thee from this for ever.

0:09:29 > 0:09:30Good, my liege...

0:09:30 > 0:09:32Peace, Kent!

0:09:33 > 0:09:36Come not between the dragon and his wrath!

0:09:36 > 0:09:40I loved her most, and thought to set my rest

0:09:40 > 0:09:42On her kind nursery.

0:09:42 > 0:09:44Hence, and avoid my sight!

0:09:46 > 0:09:49So be my grave my peace, as here I give

0:09:49 > 0:09:52Her father's heart from her!

0:09:52 > 0:09:56Call France. Who stirs? Call Burgundy.

0:09:58 > 0:10:00Cornwall and Albany,

0:10:00 > 0:10:04With my two daughters' dowers, digest this third.

0:10:04 > 0:10:08Let pride, which she calls plainness, marry her.

0:10:15 > 0:10:18I do invest you jointly with my power,

0:10:18 > 0:10:21Pre-eminence and all the large effects

0:10:21 > 0:10:22That troop with majesty.

0:10:22 > 0:10:24Ourself by monthly course,

0:10:24 > 0:10:27With reservation of an hundred knights

0:10:27 > 0:10:29By you to be sustained, shall our abode

0:10:29 > 0:10:33Make with you by due turn - only we shall retain

0:10:33 > 0:10:37The name, and all the addition to a king - the sway,

0:10:37 > 0:10:40Revenue, execution of the rest,

0:10:40 > 0:10:42Beloved sons, be yours - which to confirm,

0:10:42 > 0:10:44This coronet part between you.

0:10:44 > 0:10:47Royal Lear, whom I have ever honoured as my king,

0:10:47 > 0:10:49Loved as my father, as my master followed,

0:10:49 > 0:10:52As my great patron thought on in my prayers...

0:10:52 > 0:10:55The bow is bent and drawn - make from the shaft.

0:10:55 > 0:10:57Let it fall rather, though the fork invade

0:10:57 > 0:11:01The region of my heart - be Kent unmannerly

0:11:01 > 0:11:03When Lear is mad!

0:11:05 > 0:11:07What wouldst thou do, old man?

0:11:07 > 0:11:10Think'st thou that duty shall have dread to speak,

0:11:10 > 0:11:12When power to flattery bows?

0:11:12 > 0:11:14To plainness honour's bound

0:11:14 > 0:11:17When majesty stoops to folly.

0:11:17 > 0:11:19Reverse thy state,

0:11:19 > 0:11:21And in thy best consideration check

0:11:21 > 0:11:23This hideous rashness.

0:11:23 > 0:11:25Answer my life, my judgement,

0:11:25 > 0:11:28Thy youngest daughter does not love thee least,

0:11:28 > 0:11:31Nor are those empty-hearted, whose low sounds

0:11:31 > 0:11:33Reverb no hollowness.

0:11:33 > 0:11:35Kent, on thy life, no more.

0:11:35 > 0:11:37My life I never held but as a pawn

0:11:37 > 0:11:40To wage against thine enemies, ne'er fear to lose it,

0:11:40 > 0:11:42Thy safety being the motive.

0:11:42 > 0:11:43Out of my sight!

0:11:43 > 0:11:46See better, Lear, and let me still remain

0:11:46 > 0:11:48The true blank of thine eye.

0:11:48 > 0:11:49Now by Apollo...

0:11:49 > 0:11:50Now by Apollo, King,

0:11:50 > 0:11:52Thou swear'st thy gods in vain!

0:11:54 > 0:11:57O vassal! Miscreant!

0:11:57 > 0:11:59- Dear sir... - Forbear!

0:11:59 > 0:12:02Do, kill thy physician, and thy fee bestow

0:12:02 > 0:12:03Upon the foul disease.

0:12:04 > 0:12:07Revoke thy gift,

0:12:07 > 0:12:09Or whilst I can vent clamour from my throat

0:12:09 > 0:12:12I'll tell thee thou dost evil.

0:12:24 > 0:12:30Hear me, recreant,

0:12:30 > 0:12:34On thine allegiance, hear me -

0:12:34 > 0:12:37That thou hast sought to make us break our vows,

0:12:37 > 0:12:41Which we durst never yet, and with strained pride

0:12:41 > 0:12:45To come betwixt our sentencing and our power,

0:12:45 > 0:12:48Which nor our nature, nor our place can bear,

0:12:48 > 0:12:52Our potency made good, take thy reward.

0:12:52 > 0:12:54Five days we do allot thee for provision,

0:12:54 > 0:12:57To shield thee from disasters of the world,

0:12:57 > 0:12:59And on the sixth to turn thy hated back

0:12:59 > 0:13:00Upon our kingdom.

0:13:00 > 0:13:02If on the next day following

0:13:02 > 0:13:05Thy banished trunk is found in our dominions...

0:13:07 > 0:13:09..The moment is thy death.

0:13:09 > 0:13:10Away!

0:13:11 > 0:13:15By Jupiter, this shall not be revoked.

0:13:15 > 0:13:20Why, fare thee well, King, since thus thou wilt appear,

0:13:20 > 0:13:25Freedom lives hence and banishment is here.

0:13:27 > 0:13:30The gods to their dear shelter take thee, maid,

0:13:30 > 0:13:35That justly think'st and hast most rightly said.

0:13:35 > 0:13:39And your large speeches may your deeds approve,

0:13:39 > 0:13:43That good effects may spring from words of love.

0:13:46 > 0:13:50Thus Kent, O princes, bids you all adieu -

0:13:50 > 0:13:54He'll shape his old course in a country new.

0:13:54 > 0:13:56HEAVY DRUMBEAT

0:13:57 > 0:14:00Here's France and Burgundy, my noble lord.

0:14:07 > 0:14:08My lord of Burgundy,

0:14:08 > 0:14:11We first address toward you,

0:14:11 > 0:14:12Who with this king

0:14:12 > 0:14:14Hath rivalled for our daughter.

0:14:14 > 0:14:16What in the least

0:14:16 > 0:14:18Will you require in present dower with her,

0:14:18 > 0:14:19Or cease your quest of love?

0:14:19 > 0:14:21Most royal majesty,

0:14:21 > 0:14:25I crave no more than hath your highness offered.

0:14:25 > 0:14:27Nor will you tender less?

0:14:27 > 0:14:28Right noble Burgundy,

0:14:28 > 0:14:32When she was dear to us, we did hold her so,

0:14:32 > 0:14:35But now her price is fallen.

0:14:35 > 0:14:38Sir, there she stands -

0:14:38 > 0:14:41If aught within that little-seeming substance,

0:14:41 > 0:14:43Or all of it, with our displeasure pieced,

0:14:43 > 0:14:45And nothing more, may fitly like your grace,

0:14:45 > 0:14:47She's there, and she is yours.

0:14:47 > 0:14:48I know no answer.

0:14:48 > 0:14:53Sir, will you, with those infirmities she owes,

0:14:53 > 0:14:56Unfriended, new adopted to our hate,

0:14:56 > 0:14:59Dowered with our curse and strangered with our oath,

0:14:59 > 0:15:00Take her or leave her?

0:15:00 > 0:15:02Pardon me, royal sir -

0:15:02 > 0:15:04Election makes not up on such conditions.

0:15:04 > 0:15:06Then leave her, sir!

0:15:10 > 0:15:13For, by the power that made me,

0:15:13 > 0:15:15I tell you all her wealth.

0:15:15 > 0:15:18For you, great king,

0:15:18 > 0:15:20I would not from your love make such a stray,

0:15:20 > 0:15:24To match you where I hate, therefore beseech you

0:15:24 > 0:15:26To avert your liking a more worthier way

0:15:26 > 0:15:29Than on a wretch whom nature is ashamed

0:15:29 > 0:15:31Almost to acknowledge hers.

0:15:31 > 0:15:33This is most strange,

0:15:33 > 0:15:37That she who even but now was your best object,

0:15:37 > 0:15:41The argument of your praise, balm of your age,

0:15:41 > 0:15:45The best, the dearest, should in this trice of time

0:15:45 > 0:15:48Commit a thing so monstrous, to dismantle

0:15:48 > 0:15:50So many folds of favour.

0:15:50 > 0:15:51Sure, her offence

0:15:51 > 0:15:53Must be of such unnatural degree

0:15:53 > 0:15:57That monsters it, or your fore-vouched affection

0:15:57 > 0:15:59Fallen into taint -

0:15:59 > 0:16:00Which to believe of her

0:16:00 > 0:16:03Must be a faith that reason without miracle

0:16:03 > 0:16:04Should never plant in me.

0:16:04 > 0:16:06I yet beseech your majesty,

0:16:06 > 0:16:10If for I want that glib and oily art

0:16:10 > 0:16:14To speak and purpose not - since what I well intend,

0:16:14 > 0:16:16I'll do it before I speak -

0:16:16 > 0:16:17That you make known

0:16:17 > 0:16:20It is no vicious blot, murder, or foulness,

0:16:20 > 0:16:22Nor unchaste action or dishonoured step,

0:16:22 > 0:16:25That hath deprived me of your grace and favour,

0:16:25 > 0:16:30But even for want of that for which I am richer,

0:16:30 > 0:16:33A still-soliciting eye and such a tongue

0:16:33 > 0:16:37That I am glad I have not - though not to have it

0:16:37 > 0:16:38Hath lost me in your liking.

0:16:38 > 0:16:41Go to, go to. Better thou

0:16:41 > 0:16:46Hadst not been born than not to have pleased me better.

0:16:46 > 0:16:48Is it no more but this?

0:16:48 > 0:16:50A tardiness in nature,

0:16:50 > 0:16:55Which often leaves the history unspoke that it intends to do?

0:16:55 > 0:16:58My lord of Burgundy, what say you to the lady?

0:16:58 > 0:16:59Love's not love

0:16:59 > 0:17:01When it is mingled with regards that stand

0:17:01 > 0:17:03Aloof from the entire point.

0:17:03 > 0:17:06Will you have her? She is herself a dowry.

0:17:06 > 0:17:07Royal King,

0:17:07 > 0:17:10Give but that portion which yourself proposed,

0:17:10 > 0:17:13And here I take Cordelia by the hand, Duchess of Burgundy.

0:17:13 > 0:17:14Nothing.

0:17:16 > 0:17:19I have sworn, I am firm.

0:17:19 > 0:17:23I am sorry, then, you have so lost a father

0:17:23 > 0:17:24That you must lose a husband.

0:17:24 > 0:17:26Peace be with Burgundy.

0:17:26 > 0:17:29Since that respects and fortune are his love,

0:17:29 > 0:17:30I shall not be his wife.

0:17:30 > 0:17:35Fairest Cordelia, that art most rich being poor,

0:17:35 > 0:17:40Most choice forsaken and most loved despised,

0:17:40 > 0:17:43Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon,

0:17:43 > 0:17:46Be it lawful I take up what's cast away.

0:17:46 > 0:17:49Thy dowerless daughter, King, thrown to my chance,

0:17:49 > 0:17:53Is queen of us, of ours and our fair France.

0:17:53 > 0:17:56Not all the dukes of waterish Burgundy

0:17:56 > 0:17:59Can buy this unprized, precious maid of me.

0:17:59 > 0:18:02Bid them farewell, Cordelia, though unkind,

0:18:02 > 0:18:05Thou losest here, a better where to find.

0:18:05 > 0:18:08Thou hast her, France - let her be thine, for we

0:18:08 > 0:18:11Have no such daughter, nor will ever see

0:18:11 > 0:18:13That face of hers again.

0:18:13 > 0:18:14Therefore, be gone,

0:18:14 > 0:18:18Without our grace, our love, our benison.

0:18:18 > 0:18:20Come, noble Burgundy.

0:18:20 > 0:18:24HEAVY DRUMBEAT

0:18:26 > 0:18:28Bid farewell to your sisters.

0:18:31 > 0:18:36The jewels of our father, with washed eyes

0:18:36 > 0:18:38Cordelia leaves you.

0:18:38 > 0:18:40I know you what you are,

0:18:40 > 0:18:42And like a sister I am most loath to call

0:18:42 > 0:18:44Your faults as they are named.

0:18:46 > 0:18:48Love well our father!

0:18:48 > 0:18:50To your professed bosom I commit him,

0:18:50 > 0:18:52But yet, alas, stood I within his grace,

0:18:52 > 0:18:54I would prefer him to a better place.

0:18:54 > 0:18:56Farewell to you both.

0:18:56 > 0:18:57Prescribe not us our duty.

0:18:57 > 0:19:00Let your study be to content your lord,

0:19:00 > 0:19:03Who hath received you at fortune's alms.

0:19:03 > 0:19:05You have obedience scanted,

0:19:05 > 0:19:08And well are worth the want that you have wanted.

0:19:08 > 0:19:11Time shall unfold what plighted cunning hides,

0:19:11 > 0:19:14Who covert faults at last with shame derides.

0:19:14 > 0:19:16Well may you prosper.

0:19:16 > 0:19:18Come, my fair Cordelia.

0:19:20 > 0:19:23Sister, it is not a little I have to say of what most nearly

0:19:23 > 0:19:25appertains to us both.

0:19:25 > 0:19:27I think our father will hence tonight.

0:19:27 > 0:19:30That's most certain, and with you, next month with us.

0:19:30 > 0:19:33You see how full of changes his age is.

0:19:33 > 0:19:38He always loved our sister most, and with what poor judgement

0:19:38 > 0:19:41he hath now cast her off appears too grossly.

0:19:41 > 0:19:44'Tis the infirmity of his age, yet he hath ever

0:19:44 > 0:19:46but slenderly known himself.

0:19:46 > 0:19:49The best and soundest of his time hath been but rash.

0:19:49 > 0:19:52Then must we look to receive from his years not alone

0:19:52 > 0:19:55the imperfections of long-engrafted condition,

0:19:55 > 0:19:58but therewithal the unruly waywardness

0:19:58 > 0:20:00that infirm and choleric years bring with them.

0:20:00 > 0:20:03Such unconstant starts are we like to have from him

0:20:03 > 0:20:05as this of Kent's banishment.

0:20:05 > 0:20:08Pray you let us hit together - if our father carry authority

0:20:08 > 0:20:10with such disposition as he bears,

0:20:10 > 0:20:13this last surrender of his will but offend us.

0:20:13 > 0:20:14We shall further think of it.

0:20:14 > 0:20:17We must do something, and in the heat.

0:20:26 > 0:20:30Thou, Nature, art my goddess - to thy law

0:20:30 > 0:20:33My services are bound.

0:20:33 > 0:20:34Wherefore should I

0:20:34 > 0:20:38Stand in the plague of custom, and permit

0:20:38 > 0:20:42The curiosity of nations to deprive me?

0:20:42 > 0:20:46For that I am some 12 or 14 moonshines

0:20:46 > 0:20:49Lag of a brother?

0:20:49 > 0:20:51Why bastard?

0:20:51 > 0:20:54Wherefore base?

0:20:54 > 0:20:57When my dimensions are as well compact,

0:20:57 > 0:21:01My mind as generous, and my shape as true

0:21:01 > 0:21:03As honest madam's issue?

0:21:04 > 0:21:06Why brand they us

0:21:06 > 0:21:13With base? With baseness, bastardy?

0:21:13 > 0:21:15Base, base?!

0:21:15 > 0:21:20Who, in the lusty stealth of nature take

0:21:20 > 0:21:24More composition and fierce quality

0:21:24 > 0:21:28Than doth within a dull, stale, tired bed

0:21:28 > 0:21:33Go to the creating a whole tribe of fops

0:21:33 > 0:21:35Got 'tween a sleep and wake?

0:21:37 > 0:21:39Well, then,

0:21:39 > 0:21:44Legitimate Edgar, I must have your land.

0:21:45 > 0:21:48Our father's love is to the bastard Edmund

0:21:48 > 0:21:50As to the legitimate.

0:21:50 > 0:21:52HE LAUGHS RUEFULLY

0:21:52 > 0:21:55Fine word, "legitimate"!

0:21:55 > 0:22:01Well, my legitimate, if this letter speed,

0:22:01 > 0:22:03And my invention thrive,

0:22:03 > 0:22:04Edmund the base

0:22:04 > 0:22:06Shall top the legitimate!

0:22:07 > 0:22:12I grow, I prosper -

0:22:12 > 0:22:16Now, gods, stand up for bastards!

0:22:16 > 0:22:21Kent banished thus? And France in choler parted?

0:22:21 > 0:22:23And the King gone tonight?

0:22:23 > 0:22:24All this done upon the gad?

0:22:26 > 0:22:28Edmund, how now, what news?

0:22:28 > 0:22:30So please your lordship, none.

0:22:32 > 0:22:34Why so earnestly seek you to put up that letter?

0:22:34 > 0:22:37I know no news, my lord.

0:22:37 > 0:22:38What paper were you reading?

0:22:38 > 0:22:40Nothing, my lord.

0:22:40 > 0:22:45No? What needed, then, that terrible dispatch of it into your pocket?

0:22:46 > 0:22:49The quality of nothing hath no such need to hide itself.

0:22:49 > 0:22:51Let's see - come.

0:22:51 > 0:22:54If it be nothing, I shall not need spectacles.

0:22:55 > 0:22:58I beseech you, sir, pardon me.

0:22:58 > 0:23:02It is a letter from my brother that I have not all o'er-read,

0:23:02 > 0:23:04and for so much as I have perused,

0:23:04 > 0:23:07I find it not fit for your o'er-looking.

0:23:07 > 0:23:08Give me the letter, sir.

0:23:08 > 0:23:11I shall offend, either to detain or give it.

0:23:11 > 0:23:15The contents, as in part I understand them, are to blame.

0:23:15 > 0:23:17Let's see, let's see.

0:23:17 > 0:23:19I hope, for my brother's justification,

0:23:19 > 0:23:23he wrote this but as an essay, or taste of my virtue.

0:23:24 > 0:23:26"This policy, and reverence of age,

0:23:26 > 0:23:29"makes the world bitter to the best of our times,

0:23:29 > 0:23:33"keeps our fortunes from us till our oldness cannot relish them.

0:23:33 > 0:23:36"I begin to find an idle and fond bondage in the oppression

0:23:36 > 0:23:38"of aged tyranny, who sways not as

0:23:38 > 0:23:41"it hath power, but as it is suffered.

0:23:41 > 0:23:43"Come to me, that of this I may speak more.

0:23:43 > 0:23:46"If our father would sleep till I waked him...

0:23:47 > 0:23:49"..you should enjoy half his revenue

0:23:49 > 0:23:53"for ever and live the beloved of your brother, Edgar."

0:23:55 > 0:23:58Huh! Conspiracy.

0:24:00 > 0:24:02HE LAUGHS

0:24:05 > 0:24:09"Sleep till I wake him, you should enjoy half his revenue."

0:24:10 > 0:24:14My son Edgar? Had he a hand to write this?

0:24:14 > 0:24:17A heart and brain to breed it in?

0:24:19 > 0:24:21When came you to this? Who brought it?

0:24:21 > 0:24:24It was not brought me, my lord, there's the cunning of it.

0:24:24 > 0:24:27I found it thrown in at the casement of my closet.

0:24:27 > 0:24:29You know the character to be your brother's?

0:24:29 > 0:24:31If the matter were good, I durst swear it were his -

0:24:31 > 0:24:35but, in respect of that, I would fain think it were not.

0:24:35 > 0:24:36- It is his?- It is his hand, my lord.

0:24:38 > 0:24:40But I hope his heart is not in the contents.

0:24:40 > 0:24:43Hath he never before sounded you in this business?

0:24:43 > 0:24:44Never, my lord.

0:24:44 > 0:24:47But I have heard him oft maintain it to be fit that,

0:24:47 > 0:24:52sons at perfect age and fathers declined,

0:24:52 > 0:24:57the father should be as ward to the son and the son manage his revenue.

0:24:57 > 0:24:59O villain, villain!

0:25:01 > 0:25:05His very opinion in the letter. Abhorred villain!

0:25:05 > 0:25:08Unnatural, detested, brutish villain -

0:25:08 > 0:25:09worse than brutish!

0:25:09 > 0:25:10Go, sirrah, seek him.

0:25:10 > 0:25:12I'll apprehend him.

0:25:12 > 0:25:14Abominable villain, where is he?

0:25:14 > 0:25:16I do not well know, my lord.

0:25:17 > 0:25:21I dare pawn down my life for him, that he hath writ this to

0:25:21 > 0:25:25feel my affection to your honour, and to no other pretence of danger.

0:25:25 > 0:25:26Think you so?

0:25:26 > 0:25:28If your honour judge it meet, I shall place you

0:25:28 > 0:25:30where you shall hear us

0:25:30 > 0:25:34confer of this and by an auricular assurance have your satisfaction,

0:25:34 > 0:25:38and that without any further delay than this very evening.

0:25:38 > 0:25:39He cannot be such a monster.

0:25:39 > 0:25:40Nor is not, sure.

0:25:40 > 0:25:44To his father, who so tenderly and entirely loves him.

0:25:44 > 0:25:47Heaven and earth! Edmund, seek him out.

0:25:47 > 0:25:50Wind me into him, I pray you, frame the business after your own wisdom.

0:25:50 > 0:25:53I will seek him out, sir, presently -

0:25:53 > 0:25:56convey the business as I shall find means and acquaint you withal.

0:25:56 > 0:26:01These late eclipses in the sun and moon portend no good to us.

0:26:01 > 0:26:04Though the wisdom of Nature can reason it thus and thus,

0:26:04 > 0:26:10yet nature finds itself scourged by the sequent effects.

0:26:10 > 0:26:14Love cools, friendship falls off, brothers divide,

0:26:14 > 0:26:16and the bond cracked 'twixt son and father.

0:26:16 > 0:26:20This villain of mine comes under the prediction -

0:26:20 > 0:26:22there's son against father.

0:26:22 > 0:26:26The King falls from bias of nature - there's father against child.

0:26:27 > 0:26:30We have seen the best of our time.

0:26:30 > 0:26:34Seek out this villain, Edmund. It shall lose thee nothing.

0:26:35 > 0:26:37Do it carefully.

0:26:37 > 0:26:45And the noble and true-hearted Kent banished, his offence, honesty!

0:26:45 > 0:26:46'Tis strange!

0:26:52 > 0:26:57This is the excellent foppery of the world,

0:26:57 > 0:27:02that when we are sick in fortune, often the surfeits of our own

0:27:02 > 0:27:07behaviour, we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and

0:27:07 > 0:27:15the stars, as if we were villains on necessity, fools by heavenly

0:27:15 > 0:27:21compulsion, knaves, thieves and treachers by spherical predominance.

0:27:21 > 0:27:24Drunkards, liars and adulterers

0:27:24 > 0:27:29by an enforced obedience of planetary influence.

0:27:29 > 0:27:33And all that we are evil in by a divine thrusting on.

0:27:35 > 0:27:40An admirable evasion of whoremaster man,

0:27:40 > 0:27:44to lay his goatish disposition on the charge of a star.

0:27:46 > 0:27:51My father compounded with my mother under the dragon's tail

0:27:51 > 0:27:54and my nativity was under Ursa Major,

0:27:54 > 0:27:58so that it follows I am lecherous and rough.

0:27:59 > 0:28:01Fut!

0:28:02 > 0:28:08I should have been that I am had the maidenliest star

0:28:08 > 0:28:12in the firmament twinkled on my bastardizing.

0:28:15 > 0:28:20Pat he comes, like the catastrophe of the old comedy.

0:28:21 > 0:28:27My cue is villainous melancholy, with a sigh like Tom o' Bedlam.

0:28:29 > 0:28:35O, these eclipses do foretell these divisions!

0:28:35 > 0:28:38Fa, sol, la, mi.

0:28:38 > 0:28:42How now, brother Edmund, what serious contemplation are you in?

0:28:42 > 0:28:44I am thinking, brother, of a prediction

0:28:44 > 0:28:48I read this other day, what should follow these eclipses.

0:28:48 > 0:28:50Do you busy yourself with that?

0:28:50 > 0:28:55I promise you, what he writes of succeeds unhappily,

0:28:55 > 0:28:58as of the unnaturalness between the child and the parent,

0:28:58 > 0:29:03death, dearth, dissolution of ancient amities, divisions in state,

0:29:03 > 0:29:07menaces and maledictions against King and nobles,

0:29:07 > 0:29:11needless diffidences, banishment of friends,

0:29:11 > 0:29:15dissipation of cohorts, nuptial breaches, and I know not what.

0:29:15 > 0:29:18How long have you been a sectary astronomical?

0:29:19 > 0:29:23Come, come, when saw you my father last?

0:29:24 > 0:29:27- Why, the night gone by. - Spake you with him?

0:29:27 > 0:29:29Ay, two hours together.

0:29:29 > 0:29:30Parted you in good terms?

0:29:30 > 0:29:33Found you no displeasure in him, by word nor countenance?

0:29:33 > 0:29:35None at all.

0:29:35 > 0:29:39Bethink yourself wherein you may have offended him, and at my

0:29:39 > 0:29:45entreaty forbear his presence until some little time hath qualified

0:29:45 > 0:29:51the heat of his displeasure, which at this instant so rageth in him

0:29:51 > 0:29:55that with the mischief of your person it would scarcely allay.

0:29:55 > 0:29:57Some villain hath done me wrong.

0:29:57 > 0:29:59That's my fear.

0:29:59 > 0:30:04I pray you, have a continent forbearance till

0:30:04 > 0:30:09the speed of his rage goes slower, and, as I say, retire with me to

0:30:09 > 0:30:14my lodging, from whence I will fitly bring you to hear my lord speak.

0:30:14 > 0:30:16Pray ye, there's my key.

0:30:20 > 0:30:24If you do stir abroad, go armed.

0:30:24 > 0:30:25Armed, brother?

0:30:25 > 0:30:28Brother, I advise you to the best, go armed.

0:30:30 > 0:30:34I am no honest man if there be any good meaning toward you.

0:30:34 > 0:30:37I have told you what I have seen and heard - but faintly -

0:30:37 > 0:30:40nothing like the image and horror of it.

0:30:40 > 0:30:41Now pray you, away!

0:30:41 > 0:30:42Shall I hear from you anon?

0:30:42 > 0:30:44I do serve you in this business.

0:30:52 > 0:30:57A credulous father and a brother noble,

0:30:57 > 0:31:01Whose nature is so far from doing harms

0:31:01 > 0:31:04That he suspects none -

0:31:04 > 0:31:08on whose foolish honesty

0:31:08 > 0:31:10My practices ride easy.

0:31:12 > 0:31:14I see the business.

0:31:14 > 0:31:19Let me, if not by birth, have lands by wit.

0:31:19 > 0:31:22All with me's meet that I can fashion fit.

0:31:26 > 0:31:31Did my father strike my gentleman for chiding of his fool?

0:31:31 > 0:31:32Ay, madam.

0:31:36 > 0:31:38By day and night he wrongs me.

0:31:39 > 0:31:40Every hour

0:31:40 > 0:31:43He flashes into one gross crime or other

0:31:43 > 0:31:45That sets us all at odds.

0:31:45 > 0:31:46I'll not endure it.

0:31:47 > 0:31:50His knights grow riotous and himself upbraids us

0:31:50 > 0:31:52On every trifle.

0:31:54 > 0:31:59When he returns from hunting, I will not speak with him - say I am sick.

0:32:00 > 0:32:02If you come slack of former services

0:32:02 > 0:32:06- You shall do well.- Oh, I don't... - The fault of it I'll answer.

0:32:06 > 0:32:07HORNS SOUND

0:32:07 > 0:32:09He's coming, madam - I hear him.

0:32:09 > 0:32:13Put on what weary negligence you please,

0:32:13 > 0:32:17You and your fellows. I'd have it come to question.

0:32:17 > 0:32:19If he distaste it, let him to our sister,

0:32:19 > 0:32:21Whose mind and mine,

0:32:21 > 0:32:26I know in that are one, Not to be overruled.

0:32:27 > 0:32:28Idle old man,

0:32:28 > 0:32:31That still would manage those authorities

0:32:31 > 0:32:33That he hath given away.

0:32:33 > 0:32:35Now by my life

0:32:35 > 0:32:38Old fools are babes again and must be used

0:32:38 > 0:32:43With checks as flatteries, when they are seen abused.

0:32:43 > 0:32:46- Remember what I have said. - Very well, madam.

0:32:46 > 0:32:48And let his knights have colder looks among you,

0:32:48 > 0:32:53What grows of it no matter - advise your fellows so.

0:32:53 > 0:32:56I would breed from hence occasions, and I shall,

0:32:56 > 0:32:58That I may speak.

0:32:58 > 0:32:59I'll write straight to my sister

0:32:59 > 0:33:02To hold my very course.

0:33:02 > 0:33:04Go, prepare for dinner.

0:33:04 > 0:33:06LAUGHING AND CHATTER

0:33:10 > 0:33:12If but as well I other accents borrow

0:33:12 > 0:33:15That can my speech diffuse, my good intent

0:33:15 > 0:33:17May carry through itself to that full issue

0:33:17 > 0:33:20For which I razed my likeness.

0:33:20 > 0:33:22Now, banished Kent,

0:33:22 > 0:33:25If thou canst serve where thou dost stand condemned

0:33:25 > 0:33:27So may it come thy master whom thou lov'st

0:33:27 > 0:33:29Shall find thee full of labours.

0:33:31 > 0:33:33YELLING

0:33:46 > 0:33:49Let me not stay a jot for dinner -

0:33:49 > 0:33:51go, get it ready.

0:33:51 > 0:33:57- THEY CHANT:- Dinner! Dinner! Dinner!

0:33:58 > 0:34:01How now, what art thou?

0:34:01 > 0:34:03A man, sir.

0:34:03 > 0:34:07What dost thou profess? What wouldst thou with us?

0:34:07 > 0:34:10I do profess to be no less than I seem - to serve him truly

0:34:10 > 0:34:13that will put me in trust, to love him that is honest,

0:34:13 > 0:34:16to converse with him that is wise and says little,

0:34:16 > 0:34:20to fear judgment, to fight when I cannot choose - and to eat no fish.

0:34:20 > 0:34:22LAUGHTER

0:34:22 > 0:34:23What art thou?

0:34:23 > 0:34:26A very honest-hearted fellow, and as poor as the King.

0:34:26 > 0:34:29If thou be'st as poor for a subject as he is for a king,

0:34:29 > 0:34:31thou art poor enough.

0:34:31 > 0:34:34- What wouldst thou? - Service.

0:34:34 > 0:34:36Who wouldst thou serve?

0:34:36 > 0:34:37You.

0:34:37 > 0:34:39Dost thou know me, fellow?

0:34:39 > 0:34:41No, sir, but you have that in your countenance

0:34:41 > 0:34:44that I would fain call master.

0:34:44 > 0:34:45What's that?

0:34:45 > 0:34:46Authority.

0:34:48 > 0:34:51What services canst thou do?

0:34:51 > 0:34:54I can keep honest counsel, ride, run,

0:34:54 > 0:34:58mar a curious tale in telling it and deliver a plain message bluntly.

0:34:58 > 0:35:00That which ordinary men are fit for I am qualified in,

0:35:00 > 0:35:03and the best of me is diligence.

0:35:04 > 0:35:06How old art thou?

0:35:06 > 0:35:08Not so young, sir, to love a woman for singing,

0:35:08 > 0:35:11nor so old to dote on her for anything.

0:35:11 > 0:35:12LAUGHTER

0:35:14 > 0:35:16I have years on my back forty-eight.

0:35:16 > 0:35:22Follow me, thou shalt serve me - if I like thee no worse after dinner,

0:35:22 > 0:35:24I will not part from thee yet.

0:35:24 > 0:35:27Dinner, ho, dinner!

0:35:29 > 0:35:32Where's my knave, my fool?

0:35:32 > 0:35:35You, you, sirrah, where's my daughter?

0:35:35 > 0:35:37So please you -

0:35:37 > 0:35:39un, deux, trois...

0:35:39 > 0:35:43What says the fellow there? Call the clotpoll back.

0:35:46 > 0:35:48Where's my fool?

0:35:48 > 0:35:52Ho, I think the world's asleep.

0:35:52 > 0:35:54How now, where's that mongrel?

0:35:54 > 0:35:57He says, my lord, your daughter is not well.

0:35:57 > 0:35:59Why came not the slave back to me when I called him?

0:35:59 > 0:36:02Sir, he answered me in the roundest manner, he would not.

0:36:02 > 0:36:04He would not?

0:36:04 > 0:36:07My lord, I know not what the matter is,

0:36:07 > 0:36:10but to my judgment your highness is not entertained with that

0:36:10 > 0:36:12ceremonious affection as you were wont.

0:36:12 > 0:36:15Ah. Sayst thou so.

0:36:15 > 0:36:18I beseech you pardon me, my lord, if I be mistaken.

0:36:18 > 0:36:22For my duty cannot be silent when I think your highness wronged.

0:36:22 > 0:36:25I will look further into't.

0:36:25 > 0:36:26But where's my fool?

0:36:27 > 0:36:29I have not seen him this two days.

0:36:29 > 0:36:31Since my young lady's going into France, sir,

0:36:31 > 0:36:33the fool hath much pined away.

0:36:33 > 0:36:37No more of that, I have noted it well.

0:36:37 > 0:36:39Go you and tell my daughter I would speak with her.

0:36:39 > 0:36:41Go you, call hither my fool.

0:36:43 > 0:36:46You, sir. You, sir!

0:36:51 > 0:36:53Come you hither, sir.

0:36:57 > 0:36:59Who am I, sir?

0:37:02 > 0:37:03My lady's father.

0:37:04 > 0:37:06My lady's father?

0:37:07 > 0:37:13My lord's knave, you whoreson dog, you slave, you cur!

0:37:13 > 0:37:17I am none of these, my lord, I beseech your pardon.

0:37:17 > 0:37:20Do you bandy looks with me, you rascal?

0:37:20 > 0:37:22I'll not be strucken, my lord.

0:37:22 > 0:37:25Nor tripped neither, you base football player.

0:37:25 > 0:37:29I thank thee, fellow. Thou serv'st me and I'll love thee.

0:37:29 > 0:37:32Come, sir, arise, away, I'll teach you differences.

0:37:32 > 0:37:36Away, away. If you will measure your lubber's length again, tarry -

0:37:36 > 0:37:38but away, go to, have you wisdom?

0:37:40 > 0:37:41So!

0:37:41 > 0:37:44Now, my friendly knave, I thank thee.

0:37:44 > 0:37:46There's earnest of thy service.

0:37:46 > 0:37:49A SINGLE PERSON APPLAUDS

0:37:53 > 0:37:55Let me hire him too.

0:37:58 > 0:38:00Here's my coxcomb.

0:38:00 > 0:38:03How now, my pretty knave, how dost thou?

0:38:05 > 0:38:07Sirrah, you were best take my coxcomb.

0:38:07 > 0:38:11- Why, fool?- Why? For taking one's part that's out of favour.

0:38:11 > 0:38:14Nay, an thou canst not smile as the wind sits,

0:38:14 > 0:38:16thou'lt catch cold shortly.

0:38:16 > 0:38:18There, take my coxcomb.

0:38:18 > 0:38:21Why, this fellow has banished two on's daughters

0:38:21 > 0:38:23and did the third a blessing against his will -

0:38:23 > 0:38:26if thou follow him, thou must needs wear my coxcomb.

0:38:31 > 0:38:35How now, Nuncle?

0:38:40 > 0:38:42THEY LAUGH

0:38:42 > 0:38:44Would I had two coxcombs and two daughters.

0:38:44 > 0:38:46Why, my boy?

0:38:46 > 0:38:50If I gave them all my living, I'd keep my coxcombs myself.

0:38:50 > 0:38:53There's mine - beg another of thy daughters.

0:38:53 > 0:38:55Take heed, sirrah, the whip.

0:38:55 > 0:38:59Truth's a dog that must to kennel - he must be whipped out,

0:38:59 > 0:39:02when the Lady Brach may stand by the fire and stink.

0:39:02 > 0:39:03A pestilent gall to me.

0:39:03 > 0:39:05- Sirrah, I'll teach thee a speech. - Do.

0:39:05 > 0:39:07Mark it, Nuncle.

0:39:08 > 0:39:09HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

0:39:12 > 0:39:14Have more than thou showest,

0:39:14 > 0:39:17Speak less than thou knowest, Lend less than thou owest,

0:39:17 > 0:39:20Ride more than thou goest, Learn more than thou trowest,

0:39:20 > 0:39:21Set less than thou throwest,

0:39:21 > 0:39:23# Leave thy drink and thy whore

0:39:23 > 0:39:25# And keep in-a-door, And thou shalt have more

0:39:25 > 0:39:26# Than two tens to a score. #

0:39:28 > 0:39:29This is nothing, fool.

0:39:29 > 0:39:32Then 'tis like the breath of an unfee'd lawyer,

0:39:32 > 0:39:34you gave me nothing for't.

0:39:34 > 0:39:36Can you make no use of nothing, Nuncle?

0:39:36 > 0:39:39Why no, boy - nothing can be made out of nothing.

0:39:39 > 0:39:42Prithee tell him, so much the rent of his land comes to -

0:39:42 > 0:39:44- he will not believe a fool. - A bitter fool.

0:39:44 > 0:39:49Dost thou know the difference, my boy, between a bitter fool

0:39:49 > 0:39:51- and a sweet one? - No, lad, teach me.

0:39:51 > 0:39:54That lord that counselled thee to give away thy land,

0:39:54 > 0:39:57Come place him here by me - Do thou for him stand.

0:39:57 > 0:40:01The sweet and bitter fool Will presently appear,

0:40:01 > 0:40:04The one in motley here, The other found out there.

0:40:10 > 0:40:13Dost thou call me fool, boy?

0:40:13 > 0:40:17All thy other titles thou hast given away - that thou wast born with.

0:40:17 > 0:40:19This is not altogether fool, my lord.

0:40:19 > 0:40:21Nuncle, give me an egg...

0:40:21 > 0:40:24HE CLUCKS

0:40:24 > 0:40:27..give me an egg and I'll give thee two crowns.

0:40:27 > 0:40:29What two crowns shall they be?

0:40:29 > 0:40:32Why, after I have cut the egg i' the middle,

0:40:32 > 0:40:36and eat up the meat, the two crowns of the egg.

0:40:37 > 0:40:40When thou clovest thy crown i' the middle, and gav'st away both parts,

0:40:40 > 0:40:44thou bor'st thine ass on thy back o'er the dirt.

0:40:45 > 0:40:47Thou hadst little wit in thy bald crown

0:40:47 > 0:40:49when thou gav'st thy golden one away.

0:40:49 > 0:40:51If I speak like myself in this,

0:40:51 > 0:40:54let him be whipped that first finds it so.

0:40:56 > 0:40:59# Fools had ne'er less grace in a year

0:41:00 > 0:41:03# For wise men are grown foppish

0:41:04 > 0:41:08# And know not what their wits to wear

0:41:08 > 0:41:11# Their manners are so apish. #

0:41:11 > 0:41:14When were you wont to be so full of songs, sirrah?

0:41:14 > 0:41:15I have used it, Nuncle,

0:41:15 > 0:41:17e'er since thou mad'st thy daughters thy mothers,

0:41:17 > 0:41:21for when thou gav'st them the rod, and putt'st down thine own breeches,

0:41:21 > 0:41:24# Then they for sudden joy did weep

0:41:24 > 0:41:27# And I for sorrow sung

0:41:27 > 0:41:31# That such a king should play bo-peep

0:41:32 > 0:41:34# And go the fools among. #

0:41:35 > 0:41:39Prithee, Nuncle, keep a schoolmaster that can teach thy fool to lie -

0:41:39 > 0:41:41I would fain learn to lie.

0:41:41 > 0:41:44An you lie, sirrah, we'll have you whipped.

0:41:44 > 0:41:46I marvel what kin thou and thy daughters are.

0:41:46 > 0:41:48They'll have me whipped for speaking true,

0:41:48 > 0:41:50thou'lt have me whipped for lying,

0:41:50 > 0:41:53and sometimes I am whipped for holding my peace.

0:41:53 > 0:41:54LAUGHTER

0:42:02 > 0:42:06I had rather be any kind o' thing than a fool,

0:42:06 > 0:42:09and yet I would not be thee, Nuncle.

0:42:09 > 0:42:12Thou hast pared thy wit o' both sides

0:42:12 > 0:42:14and left nothing i' the middle.

0:42:14 > 0:42:17Oh. Here comes one o'the parings.

0:42:17 > 0:42:19LAUGHTER

0:42:19 > 0:42:23How now, daughter? What makes that frontlet on?

0:42:23 > 0:42:26Methinks you are too much of late i' the frown.

0:42:26 > 0:42:27Thou wast a pretty fellow

0:42:27 > 0:42:29when thou hadst no need to care for her frowning.

0:42:29 > 0:42:33Now thou art an O without a figure - I am better than thou art now.

0:42:33 > 0:42:34I am a fool, thou art nothing.

0:42:34 > 0:42:37Yes, forsooth, I will hold my tongue, so your face bids me,

0:42:37 > 0:42:38though you say nothing.

0:42:40 > 0:42:41# Mum, mum!

0:42:41 > 0:42:45# He that keeps nor crust nor crumb, Weary of all, shall want some. #

0:42:46 > 0:42:48That's a shelled peascod.

0:42:48 > 0:42:52Not only, sir, this your all-licensed fool,

0:42:52 > 0:42:56But other of your insolent retinue Do hourly carp and quarrel,

0:42:56 > 0:43:00breaking forth In rank and not-to-be-endured riots.

0:43:00 > 0:43:03Sir, I had thought by making this well known unto you

0:43:03 > 0:43:06To have found a safe redress,

0:43:06 > 0:43:07but now grow fearful

0:43:07 > 0:43:09By what yourself too late have spoke and done,

0:43:09 > 0:43:13That you protect this course and put it on

0:43:13 > 0:43:14By your allowance.

0:43:14 > 0:43:15For you know, Nuncle,

0:43:15 > 0:43:17The hedge-sparrow has fed the cuckoo so long

0:43:17 > 0:43:20It's had it head bit off by its young.

0:43:20 > 0:43:24So out went the candle and we were left darkling.

0:43:24 > 0:43:26Are you our daughter?

0:43:26 > 0:43:30Come, sir, I would you would make use of that good wisdom,

0:43:30 > 0:43:34Whereof I know you are fraught, and put away

0:43:34 > 0:43:36These dispositions, which of late transport you

0:43:36 > 0:43:38From what you rightly are.

0:43:38 > 0:43:41May not an ass know when the cart draws the horse?

0:43:41 > 0:43:43Whoop, Jug, I love thee.

0:43:45 > 0:43:48Doth any here know me?

0:43:48 > 0:43:50Why, this is not Lear.

0:43:50 > 0:43:56Doth Lear walk thus, speak thus? Where are his eyes?

0:43:57 > 0:44:02Either his notion weakens or his discernings are lethargied - Ha!

0:44:02 > 0:44:05Sleeping or waking? Sure 'tis not so.

0:44:05 > 0:44:08Who is it that can tell me who I am?

0:44:08 > 0:44:10Lear's shadow.

0:44:11 > 0:44:16I would learn that, for by the marks of sovereignty, knowledge

0:44:16 > 0:44:21and reason, I should be false persuaded I had daughters.

0:44:21 > 0:44:23Which they will make an obedient father.

0:44:23 > 0:44:26Your name, fair gentlewoman?

0:44:26 > 0:44:28This admiration, sir, is much o' the savour

0:44:28 > 0:44:31Of other your new pranks.

0:44:31 > 0:44:32I do beseech you

0:44:32 > 0:44:34To understand my purposes aright -

0:44:34 > 0:44:38As you are old and reverend, should be wise.

0:44:39 > 0:44:43Here do you keep a hundred knights and squires,

0:44:43 > 0:44:47Men so disordered, so debauched and bold,

0:44:47 > 0:44:50That this our court, infected with their manners,

0:44:50 > 0:44:52Shows like a riotous inn.

0:44:53 > 0:44:55Epicurism and lust

0:44:55 > 0:44:58Make it more like a tavern or a brothel

0:44:58 > 0:45:00Than a graced palace.

0:45:00 > 0:45:01The shame itself doth speak

0:45:01 > 0:45:03For instant remedy.

0:45:03 > 0:45:05Be then desired,

0:45:05 > 0:45:08By her that else will take the thing she begs,

0:45:08 > 0:45:12A little to disquantity your train,

0:45:12 > 0:45:15And the remainder that shall still depend

0:45:15 > 0:45:17To be such men as may besort your age,

0:45:17 > 0:45:20And know themselves, and you.

0:45:20 > 0:45:24Darkness and devils! Saddle my horses - call my train together.

0:45:25 > 0:45:28Degenerate bastard, I'll not trouble thee -

0:45:28 > 0:45:30Yet have I left a daughter.

0:45:30 > 0:45:32You strike my people,

0:45:32 > 0:45:33and your disordered rabble

0:45:33 > 0:45:35Make servants of their betters.

0:45:35 > 0:45:37Woe that too late repents!

0:45:37 > 0:45:39O, sir, are you come?

0:45:40 > 0:45:43Is it your will, sir? Speak.

0:45:43 > 0:45:44Prepare my horses.

0:45:46 > 0:45:50Ingratitude, thou marble-hearted fiend,

0:45:50 > 0:45:53More hideous when thou show'st thee in a child

0:45:53 > 0:45:54Than the sea-monster.

0:45:54 > 0:45:55Pray, sir, be patient.

0:45:55 > 0:45:58Detested kite, thou liest.

0:46:00 > 0:46:04My train are men of choice and rarest part

0:46:04 > 0:46:06That all particulars of duty know,

0:46:06 > 0:46:12And in the most exact regard support The worships of their name.

0:46:12 > 0:46:14O most small fault,

0:46:14 > 0:46:17How ugly didst thou in Cordelia show,

0:46:17 > 0:46:21Which like an engine wrenched my frame of nature

0:46:21 > 0:46:24From the fixed place, drew from my heart all love

0:46:24 > 0:46:25And added to the gall.

0:46:25 > 0:46:27O Lear, Lear, Lear!

0:46:27 > 0:46:30Beat at this gate that let thy folly in

0:46:30 > 0:46:31And thy dear judgment out.

0:46:31 > 0:46:33Go, go, my people.

0:46:33 > 0:46:36My lord, I am guiltless as I am ignorant

0:46:36 > 0:46:37Of what hath moved you.

0:46:37 > 0:46:39It may be so, my lord.

0:46:43 > 0:46:49Hear, Nature, hear, dear goddess, hear!

0:46:52 > 0:46:56Suspend thy purpose if thou didst intend

0:46:56 > 0:46:59To make this creature fruitful.

0:46:59 > 0:47:03Into her womb convey sterility,

0:47:03 > 0:47:06Dry up in her the organs of increase,

0:47:06 > 0:47:09And from her derogate body never spring

0:47:09 > 0:47:11A babe to honour her.

0:47:11 > 0:47:14If she must teem, Create her child of spleen,

0:47:14 > 0:47:16that it may live

0:47:16 > 0:47:19And be a thwart disnatured torment to her.

0:47:19 > 0:47:22Let it stamp wrinkles in her brow of youth,

0:47:22 > 0:47:25With cadent tears fret channels in her cheeks,

0:47:25 > 0:47:27Turn all her mother's pains and benefits

0:47:27 > 0:47:30To laughter and contempt, that she may feel

0:47:30 > 0:47:33How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is

0:47:33 > 0:47:35To have a thankless child.

0:47:35 > 0:47:36Away, away!

0:47:39 > 0:47:42Now gods that we adore, whereof comes this?

0:47:42 > 0:47:45Never afflict yourself to know more of it,

0:47:45 > 0:47:48But let his disposition have such scope

0:47:48 > 0:47:50As dotage gives it.

0:47:50 > 0:47:55What, fifty of my followers at a clap? Within a fortnight?

0:47:55 > 0:47:57What's the matter, sir?

0:47:57 > 0:47:58I'll tell thee.

0:47:59 > 0:48:03Life and death, I am ashamed

0:48:03 > 0:48:07That thou hast power to shake my manhood thus,

0:48:07 > 0:48:10That these hot tears, which break from me perforce,

0:48:10 > 0:48:12Should make thee worth them.

0:48:12 > 0:48:14Blasts and fogs upon thee!

0:48:14 > 0:48:17Th' untented woundings of a father's curse

0:48:17 > 0:48:18Pierce every sense about thee.

0:48:20 > 0:48:21Old fond eyes,

0:48:21 > 0:48:22Beweep this cause again,

0:48:22 > 0:48:24I'll pluck ye out,

0:48:24 > 0:48:26And cast you with the waters that you loose

0:48:26 > 0:48:29To temper clay. Yea, is't come to this? Ha?

0:48:29 > 0:48:32Let it be so - I have another daughter,

0:48:32 > 0:48:35Who I am sure is kind and comfortable.

0:48:35 > 0:48:37When she shall hear this of thee with her nails

0:48:37 > 0:48:40She'll flay thy wolvish visage.

0:48:40 > 0:48:41Thou shalt find

0:48:41 > 0:48:43I'll resume that shape which thou dost think

0:48:43 > 0:48:45I have cast off for ever.

0:48:45 > 0:48:47Thou shalt, I warrant thee.

0:48:49 > 0:48:51Do you mark that, my lord?

0:48:52 > 0:48:56I cannot be so partial, Goneril, To the great love I bear you...

0:48:56 > 0:49:01Pray you, content. Come, sir, no more. What, Oswald, ho?

0:49:03 > 0:49:09You, sir, more knave than fool, after your master.

0:49:09 > 0:49:13Nuncle Lear, Nuncle Lear, tarry, and take the Fool with thee.

0:49:13 > 0:49:17This man hath had good counsel - a hundred knights!

0:49:17 > 0:49:19'Tis politic, and safe, to let him keep

0:49:19 > 0:49:21At point a hundred knights!

0:49:21 > 0:49:23Yes, that on every dream,

0:49:23 > 0:49:27Each buzz, each fancy, each complaint, dislike,

0:49:27 > 0:49:29He may enguard his dotage with their powers

0:49:29 > 0:49:31And hold our lives in mercy.

0:49:31 > 0:49:33Oswald, I say!

0:49:33 > 0:49:35Well, you may fear too far.

0:49:35 > 0:49:37Safer than trust too far.

0:49:38 > 0:49:41Let me still take away the harms I fear,

0:49:41 > 0:49:43Not fear still to be taken.

0:49:44 > 0:49:46I know his heart -

0:49:46 > 0:49:49What he hath uttered I have writ my sister.

0:49:49 > 0:49:52If she sustain him and his hundred knights

0:49:52 > 0:49:54When I have showed th' unfitness -

0:49:54 > 0:49:55Here, madam.

0:49:55 > 0:49:58How now, Oswald? What, have you writ that letter to my sister?

0:49:58 > 0:49:59Ay, madam.

0:49:59 > 0:50:02Take you some company and away to horse.

0:50:02 > 0:50:05Inform her full of my particular fears,

0:50:05 > 0:50:07And thereto add such reasons of your own

0:50:07 > 0:50:09As may compact it more.

0:50:09 > 0:50:12Get you gone, And hasten your return.

0:50:13 > 0:50:14No, no, my lord,

0:50:14 > 0:50:17This milky gentleness and course of yours,

0:50:17 > 0:50:20Though I condemn not, yet, under pardon,

0:50:20 > 0:50:23You are much more attasked for want of wisdom

0:50:23 > 0:50:26Than praised for harmful mildness.

0:50:26 > 0:50:29How far your eyes may pierce I cannot tell,

0:50:29 > 0:50:32Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.

0:50:32 > 0:50:33Nay, then...

0:50:33 > 0:50:35- Well, well, th' event.- Oh!

0:50:35 > 0:50:37THUNDER RUMBLES

0:50:47 > 0:50:50Go you before with these letters.

0:50:50 > 0:50:53Acquaint my daughter no further with anything you know

0:50:53 > 0:50:56than comes from her demand out of the letter.

0:50:56 > 0:50:59If your diligence be not speedy, I'll be there afore you.

0:50:59 > 0:51:03I will not sleep, my lord, till I have delivered your letter.

0:51:22 > 0:51:27Shalt see thy other daughter will use thee kindly, for though she's as

0:51:27 > 0:51:32like this as a crab's like an apple, yet I can tell what I can tell.

0:51:32 > 0:51:35Why, what canst thou tell, my boy?

0:51:35 > 0:51:38She will taste as like this as a crab does a crab.

0:51:39 > 0:51:43Thou canst not tell why one's nose stands i'the middle on's face?

0:51:43 > 0:51:47- No.- Why, to keep one's eyes of either side's nose,

0:51:47 > 0:51:51that what a man cannot smell out he may spy into.

0:51:52 > 0:51:53I did her wrong.

0:52:00 > 0:52:03Canst tell why an oyster makes his shell?

0:52:03 > 0:52:05No.

0:52:05 > 0:52:06Nor I neither.

0:52:06 > 0:52:09But I can tell why a snail has a house.

0:52:09 > 0:52:10Why?

0:52:10 > 0:52:15Why, to put his head in, not to give it away to his daughters

0:52:15 > 0:52:17and leave his horns without a case.

0:52:19 > 0:52:21I will forget my nature.

0:52:23 > 0:52:24So kind a father!

0:52:29 > 0:52:30Be my horses ready?

0:52:30 > 0:52:32Thy asses are gone about 'em.

0:52:32 > 0:52:35The reason why the seven stars are no more than seven

0:52:35 > 0:52:38- is a pretty reason. - Because they are not eight.

0:52:38 > 0:52:41Yes, indeed - thou wouldst make a good fool.

0:52:43 > 0:52:45To take't again perforce...

0:52:49 > 0:52:51..monster ingratitude!

0:52:56 > 0:52:58If thou wert my fool, Nuncle,

0:52:58 > 0:53:02I'd have thee beaten for being old before thy time.

0:53:02 > 0:53:03What's that?

0:53:03 > 0:53:07Thou shouldst not have been old before thou hadst been wise.

0:53:10 > 0:53:15O let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven!

0:53:17 > 0:53:19I would not be mad.

0:53:22 > 0:53:26Keep me in temper, let me not be mad.

0:53:29 > 0:53:32How now, are the horses ready?

0:53:32 > 0:53:33Ready, my lord.

0:53:36 > 0:53:37Come, boy.

0:53:37 > 0:53:40VOICES WHISPER

0:53:46 > 0:53:49- Save thee, Curan. - And you, sir.

0:53:49 > 0:53:52I have been with your father and given him notice that the Duke

0:53:52 > 0:53:56of Cornwall and Regan his Duchess will be here with him this night.

0:53:56 > 0:53:57How comes that?

0:53:57 > 0:54:00Nay, I know not.

0:54:00 > 0:54:02You have heard of the news abroad?

0:54:02 > 0:54:05I mean the whispered ones, for they are yet

0:54:05 > 0:54:06but ear-bussing arguments.

0:54:06 > 0:54:09Not I. Pray you, what are they?

0:54:10 > 0:54:12Have you heard of no likely wars toward

0:54:12 > 0:54:15'twixt the two dukes of Cornwall and Albany?

0:54:15 > 0:54:16Not a word.

0:54:17 > 0:54:20You may do then in time. Fare you well, sir.

0:54:24 > 0:54:28The Duke be here tonight? The better - best!

0:54:30 > 0:54:33This weaves itself perforce into my business.

0:54:34 > 0:54:36Briefness and fortune work!

0:54:36 > 0:54:41Brother, a word. Descend, brother, I say.

0:54:43 > 0:54:45My father watches -

0:54:45 > 0:54:47O sir, fly this place!

0:54:47 > 0:54:49Intelligence is given where you are hid.

0:54:49 > 0:54:52You have now the good advantage of the night.

0:54:52 > 0:54:55Have you not spoken 'gainst the Duke of Cornwall aught?

0:54:55 > 0:54:59He's coming hither, now, i' the night, i' the haste,

0:54:59 > 0:55:01And Regan with him.

0:55:01 > 0:55:02Have you nothing said

0:55:02 > 0:55:05Upon his party 'gainst the Duke of Albany?

0:55:05 > 0:55:07- Advise yourself. - I am sure on't, not a word.

0:55:07 > 0:55:10I hear my father coming - pardon me.

0:55:10 > 0:55:13In cunning I must draw my sword upon you.

0:55:13 > 0:55:16Draw, seem to defend yourself -

0:55:16 > 0:55:17now quit you well.

0:55:17 > 0:55:20Yield, come before my father!

0:55:20 > 0:55:25Light, ho, here! Fly, brother, fly!

0:55:27 > 0:55:28Torches, torches!

0:55:28 > 0:55:30(So, farewell.)

0:55:35 > 0:55:39Some blood drawn on me would beget opinion.

0:55:39 > 0:55:40Of my more fierce endeavour

0:55:40 > 0:55:43Oh! I have seen drunkards

0:55:43 > 0:55:45Do more than this in sport.

0:55:45 > 0:55:49Father, father! Stop, no help?

0:55:49 > 0:55:51Now, Edmund, where's the villain?

0:55:51 > 0:55:54Here stood he in the dark, his sharp sword out,

0:55:54 > 0:55:57Mumbling of wicked charms, conjuring the moon

0:55:57 > 0:56:00- To stand's auspicious mistress. - But where is he?

0:56:00 > 0:56:02- Look, sir, I bleed. - Where is the villain, Edmund?

0:56:02 > 0:56:05Fled this way, sir. When by no means he could...

0:56:08 > 0:56:09Pursue him, ho! Go after!

0:56:11 > 0:56:12By no means' what?

0:56:12 > 0:56:16Persuade me to the murder of your lordship,

0:56:16 > 0:56:19But that I told him the revenging gods

0:56:19 > 0:56:22'Gainst parricides did all their thunders bend,

0:56:22 > 0:56:26Spoke with how manifold and strong a bond

0:56:26 > 0:56:29The child was bound to the father.

0:56:29 > 0:56:34But when he saw my best alarumed spirits,

0:56:34 > 0:56:37Bold in the quarrel's right, roused to th'encounter,

0:56:37 > 0:56:41Or whether ghasted by the noise I made,

0:56:41 > 0:56:43Full suddenly he fled. Ow!

0:56:45 > 0:56:46Let him fly far -

0:56:46 > 0:56:48Not in this land shall he remain uncaught,

0:56:48 > 0:56:50And found - dispatch!

0:56:52 > 0:56:53The noble Duke, my master,

0:56:53 > 0:56:56My worthy arch and patron, comes tonight -

0:56:56 > 0:56:59By his authority I will proclaim it,

0:56:59 > 0:57:02That he which finds him shall deserve our thanks,

0:57:02 > 0:57:05Bringing the murderous coward to the stake.

0:57:05 > 0:57:07He that conceals him, death!

0:57:07 > 0:57:10When I dissuaded him from his intent,

0:57:10 > 0:57:13And found him pight to do it,

0:57:13 > 0:57:17with curst speech I threatened to discover him.

0:57:17 > 0:57:23He replied, "Thou unpossessing bastard, dost thou think,

0:57:23 > 0:57:26"If I would stand against thee, would the reposal

0:57:26 > 0:57:30"Of any trust, virtue or worth in thee

0:57:30 > 0:57:32"Make thy words faithed?

0:57:32 > 0:57:35"No, what I should deny, As this I would, ay,

0:57:35 > 0:57:37"though thou didst produce

0:57:37 > 0:57:40"My very character, I'd turn it all

0:57:40 > 0:57:43"To thy suggestion, plot and damned practise."

0:57:43 > 0:57:46O strange and fastened villain,

0:57:46 > 0:57:48Would he deny his letter, said he?

0:57:48 > 0:57:50I never got him.

0:57:50 > 0:57:51TRUMPETS SOUND

0:57:51 > 0:57:56Hark, the Duke's trumpets - I know not why he comes.

0:57:56 > 0:57:59All ports I'll bar, the villain shall not scape -

0:57:59 > 0:58:01The Duke must grant me that.

0:58:01 > 0:58:05Besides, his picture I will send far and near,

0:58:05 > 0:58:06that all the kingdom

0:58:06 > 0:58:08May have the due note of him, and of my land,

0:58:08 > 0:58:12Loyal and natural boy, I'll work the means

0:58:12 > 0:58:13To make thee capable.

0:58:13 > 0:58:16How now, my noble friend?

0:58:16 > 0:58:19Since I came hither, I have heard strange news.

0:58:19 > 0:58:21If it be true, all vengeance comes too short

0:58:21 > 0:58:23Which can pursue th'offender.

0:58:23 > 0:58:25How dost, my lord?

0:58:25 > 0:58:30O madam, my old heart is cracked, it's cracked.

0:58:30 > 0:58:33What, did my father's godson seek your life?

0:58:33 > 0:58:36He whom my father named, your Edgar?

0:58:36 > 0:58:38O, lady, lady, shame would have it hid.

0:58:38 > 0:58:40Was he not companion with the riotous knights

0:58:40 > 0:58:41That tend upon my father?

0:58:41 > 0:58:44I know not, madam - 'tis too bad, too bad.

0:58:44 > 0:58:47Yes, madam, he was of that consort.

0:58:48 > 0:58:51No marvel, then, though he were ill affected.

0:58:51 > 0:58:54'Tis they have put him on the old man's death,

0:58:54 > 0:58:57To have th'expense and waste of his revenues.

0:58:57 > 0:58:59I have this present evening from my sister

0:58:59 > 0:59:02Been well informed of them, and with such cautions

0:59:02 > 0:59:06That if they come to sojourn at my house I'll not be there.

0:59:06 > 0:59:08Nor I, assure thee, Regan.

0:59:09 > 0:59:12Edmund, I hear that you have shown your father

0:59:12 > 0:59:13A child-like office.

0:59:13 > 0:59:15It was my duty, sir.

0:59:15 > 0:59:17He did bewray his practice, and received

0:59:17 > 0:59:20This hurt you see, striving to apprehend him.

0:59:20 > 0:59:22Is he pursued?

0:59:22 > 0:59:24He is, my good lord.

0:59:24 > 0:59:26If he be taken, he shall never more

0:59:26 > 0:59:30Be feared of doing harm,

0:59:30 > 0:59:32make your own purpose

0:59:32 > 0:59:34How in my strength you please.

0:59:39 > 0:59:41For you, Edmund,

0:59:41 > 0:59:43Whose virtue and obedience doth this instant

0:59:43 > 0:59:48So much commend itself, you shall be ours.

0:59:48 > 0:59:52Natures of such deep trust we shall much need -

0:59:52 > 0:59:54You we first seize on.

0:59:54 > 0:59:57Sir, I shall serve you, truly, however else.

0:59:57 > 0:59:59For him I thank your grace.

1:00:00 > 1:00:03You know not why we came to visit you?

1:00:03 > 1:00:06Thus out of season, threading dark-eyed night?

1:00:06 > 1:00:09Occasions, noble Gloucester, of some poise

1:00:09 > 1:00:12Wherein we must have use of your advice.

1:00:12 > 1:00:16Our father he hath writ, so hath our sister,

1:00:16 > 1:00:18Of differences, which I least thought it fit

1:00:18 > 1:00:20To answer from our home.

1:00:20 > 1:00:21The several messengers

1:00:21 > 1:00:23From hence attend dispatch.

1:00:24 > 1:00:25Our good old friend,

1:00:25 > 1:00:28Lay comforts to your bosom, and bestow

1:00:28 > 1:00:30Your needful counsel to our business,

1:00:30 > 1:00:32Which craves the instant use.

1:00:32 > 1:00:36I serve you, madam. Your graces are right welcome.

1:00:52 > 1:00:55Good dawning to thee, friend. Art of this house?

1:00:57 > 1:00:58Ay.

1:00:58 > 1:01:01Where may we set our horses?

1:01:01 > 1:01:02In the mire.

1:01:02 > 1:01:03In the...?

1:01:03 > 1:01:05LAUGHTER

1:01:08 > 1:01:12Prithee, if thou lov'st me, tell me.

1:01:12 > 1:01:14I love thee not.

1:01:14 > 1:01:16LAUGHTER

1:01:16 > 1:01:19Why, then, I care not for thee.

1:01:19 > 1:01:23If I had thee in Lipsbury pinfold, I would make thee care for me.

1:01:25 > 1:01:29Why dost thou use me thus? I know thee not.

1:01:29 > 1:01:31Fellow, I know thee.

1:01:31 > 1:01:33What dost thou know me for?

1:01:33 > 1:01:38A knave, a rascal, an eater of broken meats.

1:01:38 > 1:01:42A base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited, hundred-pound,

1:01:42 > 1:01:46filthy, worsted-stocking knave.

1:01:46 > 1:01:51A lily-livered, action-taking knave, a whoreson, glass-gazing,

1:01:51 > 1:01:55super-serviceable finical rogue.

1:01:55 > 1:01:57One trunk-inheriting slave,

1:01:57 > 1:02:01one that wouldst be a bawd in way of good service and art nothing

1:02:01 > 1:02:05but the composition of a knave, coward, beggar, pander

1:02:05 > 1:02:07and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch...

1:02:07 > 1:02:08HE GASPS

1:02:08 > 1:02:12..one whom I would beat into clamorous whining

1:02:12 > 1:02:16if thou deniest the least syllable of thy addition.

1:02:23 > 1:02:25Why...

1:02:25 > 1:02:28what a monstrous...

1:02:29 > 1:02:32..fellow art thou,

1:02:32 > 1:02:36thus to rail on one that is neither known of thee, nor knows thee!

1:02:36 > 1:02:41What a brazen-faced varlet art thou to deny thou knowest me?

1:02:43 > 1:02:45Was it two days ago since I tripped up thy heels

1:02:45 > 1:02:48and beat thee before the King? Hm?

1:02:48 > 1:02:51Draw, you rogue, for though it be night, yet the moon shines.

1:02:51 > 1:02:53I'll make a sop o' the moonshine of you.

1:02:53 > 1:02:56Draw you whoreson cullionly barber-monger! Draw!

1:02:56 > 1:02:58- Away, I have nothing to do with thee.- Draw, you rascal!

1:02:58 > 1:03:00You come with letters against the King.

1:03:00 > 1:03:03- Help, ho! Murder, help! - Strike, slave.- Help, ho!

1:03:03 > 1:03:06- Stand, rogue, stand you neat slave, strike!- Murder, murder!

1:03:06 > 1:03:08What's the matter? Part!

1:03:08 > 1:03:11With you, goodman boy, if you please.

1:03:11 > 1:03:15Come, I'll flesh ye - come, young master.

1:03:15 > 1:03:17Weapons? Arms? What's the matter here?

1:03:17 > 1:03:19Keep peace, upon your lives -

1:03:19 > 1:03:20He dies that strikes again.

1:03:20 > 1:03:22What's the matter?

1:03:22 > 1:03:25The messengers from our sister and the King.

1:03:35 > 1:03:37What is your difference? Speak.

1:03:37 > 1:03:40I am scarce in breath, my lord.

1:03:40 > 1:03:43No marvel, you have so bestirred your valour, you cowardly rascal,

1:03:43 > 1:03:46nature disclaims in thee - a tailor made thee.

1:03:46 > 1:03:49Thou art a strange fellow - a tailor make a man?

1:03:49 > 1:03:51Ay, a tailor, sir -

1:03:51 > 1:03:54a stone-cutter or painter could not have made him so ill,

1:03:54 > 1:03:56though he had been but two years o'the trade.

1:03:56 > 1:03:59Speak yet, how grew your quarrel?

1:03:59 > 1:04:03This ancient ruffian, sir,

1:04:03 > 1:04:08whose life I have spared at suit of his grey beard...

1:04:08 > 1:04:12Thou whoreson zed! Thou unnecessary letter!

1:04:12 > 1:04:14Spare my grey beard, you wagtail?

1:04:14 > 1:04:16Peace, sirrah.

1:04:16 > 1:04:19You beastly knave, know you no reverence?

1:04:19 > 1:04:22Yes, sir, but anger hath a privilege.

1:04:22 > 1:04:23Why art thou angry?

1:04:23 > 1:04:26That such a slave as this should wear a sword,

1:04:26 > 1:04:27Who wears no honesty.

1:04:27 > 1:04:28HE SCOFFS

1:04:28 > 1:04:30A plague upon your epileptic visage.

1:04:30 > 1:04:34Smile you my speeches as I were a fool? Huh?!

1:04:34 > 1:04:37Goose, if I had you upon Sarum plain,

1:04:37 > 1:04:39I'd drive ye cackling home to Camelot.

1:04:39 > 1:04:41What, art thou mad, old fellow?

1:04:41 > 1:04:42How fell you out? Say that.

1:04:42 > 1:04:45No contraries hold more antipathy

1:04:45 > 1:04:48Than I and such a knave.

1:04:48 > 1:04:51Why dost thou call him a knave? What is his fault?

1:04:51 > 1:04:54His countenance likes me not.

1:04:56 > 1:05:00No more perchance does mine, nor his, nor hers.

1:05:00 > 1:05:05Sir, it is my occupation to be plain -

1:05:05 > 1:05:09I have seen better faces in my time

1:05:09 > 1:05:12Than stands on any shoulder that I see

1:05:12 > 1:05:13Before me at this instant.

1:05:19 > 1:05:23What was th'offence you gave him?

1:05:23 > 1:05:25I never gave him any!

1:05:29 > 1:05:33It pleased the king his master very late

1:05:33 > 1:05:37To strike at me upon his misconstruction,

1:05:37 > 1:05:41When he, compact and flattering his displeasure,

1:05:41 > 1:05:46Tripped me behind - being down, insulted, railed,

1:05:46 > 1:05:51And put upon him such a deal of man

1:05:51 > 1:05:55That worthied him, got praises of the King

1:05:55 > 1:05:58For him attempting who was self-subdued -

1:05:58 > 1:06:01And in the fleshment of this dread exploit

1:06:01 > 1:06:02Drew on me here again.

1:06:02 > 1:06:07None of these rogues and cowards But Ajax is their fool.

1:06:07 > 1:06:10Oh, fetch forth the stocks, ho!

1:06:10 > 1:06:14You stubborn, ancient knave, you reverend braggart,

1:06:14 > 1:06:17- We'll teach you. - Sir, I am too old to learn.

1:06:18 > 1:06:22Call not your stocks for me. I serve the King -

1:06:22 > 1:06:25On whose employment I was sent to you.

1:06:25 > 1:06:29You shall do small respect, show too bold malice

1:06:29 > 1:06:32Against the grace and person of my master,

1:06:32 > 1:06:34Stocking his messenger.

1:06:34 > 1:06:37Fetch forth the stocks!

1:06:37 > 1:06:41As I have life and honour, there shall he sit till noon.

1:06:41 > 1:06:47Till noon? Till night, my lord, and all night too.

1:06:47 > 1:06:50Madam, if I were your father's dog...

1:06:52 > 1:06:54..You should not use me so.

1:06:54 > 1:06:57Sir, being his knave, I will.

1:06:57 > 1:06:59This is a fellow of the selfsame colour

1:06:59 > 1:07:01- Our sister speaks of.- Mm.

1:07:01 > 1:07:03Come, bring away the stocks.

1:07:03 > 1:07:05Let me beseech your grace not to do so.

1:07:06 > 1:07:08The King, his master, needs must take it ill

1:07:08 > 1:07:11That he, so slightly valued in his servant,

1:07:11 > 1:07:13- Should have him thus restrained. - I'll answer that.

1:07:13 > 1:07:15My sister may receive it much more worse

1:07:15 > 1:07:18To have her gentleman abused, assaulted,

1:07:18 > 1:07:19For following her affairs.

1:07:19 > 1:07:21Put in his legs.

1:07:40 > 1:07:43Come, my good lord, away.

1:07:45 > 1:07:49I am sorry for thee, friend - 'tis the Duke's pleasure,

1:07:49 > 1:07:52Whose disposition all the world well knows

1:07:52 > 1:07:54Will not be rubbed nor stopped.

1:07:54 > 1:07:55I'll entreat for thee.

1:07:55 > 1:07:57Pray you do not, sir.

1:07:58 > 1:08:01I have watched and travelled hard.

1:08:01 > 1:08:04Some time I'll sleep out, the rest I'll whistle.

1:08:04 > 1:08:07A good man's fortune may grow out at heels.

1:08:07 > 1:08:08Give you good morrow.

1:08:10 > 1:08:12The Duke's to blame in this -

1:08:12 > 1:08:14'twill be ill taken.

1:08:15 > 1:08:19Approach, thou beacon to this underglobe,

1:08:19 > 1:08:21That by thy comfortable beams I may

1:08:21 > 1:08:23Peruse this letter.

1:08:23 > 1:08:24I know 'tis from Cordelia,

1:08:24 > 1:08:27Who hath most fortunately been informed

1:08:27 > 1:08:29Of my obscured course...

1:08:31 > 1:08:37..and "shall find time from this enormous state, seeking to give

1:08:37 > 1:08:39"Losses their remedies."

1:08:41 > 1:08:45Take vantage, heavy eyes, not to behold

1:08:45 > 1:08:46This shameful lodging.

1:08:48 > 1:08:51Fortune, good night -

1:08:51 > 1:08:54smile once more, turn thy wheel.

1:08:56 > 1:08:58RIDING HORN SOUNDS

1:08:58 > 1:08:59DOG BARKS

1:09:03 > 1:09:04Villain!

1:09:06 > 1:09:08Pursue!

1:09:12 > 1:09:14- DOGS BARK - Go after him!

1:09:14 > 1:09:16- Bringing the murderous coward... - Murderous coward!

1:09:16 > 1:09:18HORNS AND DOGS

1:09:18 > 1:09:20He shall not escape!

1:09:20 > 1:09:22Pursue him...

1:09:22 > 1:09:23Go after him.

1:09:23 > 1:09:25MAN YELLS

1:09:25 > 1:09:27Pursue, pursue!

1:09:27 > 1:09:29- Let him fly far.- After!

1:09:29 > 1:09:32- Not in this land shall he remain uncaught...- Edgar!

1:09:32 > 1:09:35- ..And found - dispatch'd. - You shall not escape!

1:09:37 > 1:09:39Follow!

1:09:40 > 1:09:41Murderous coward!

1:09:41 > 1:09:44- HORN SOUNDS - Murderous coward!

1:09:44 > 1:09:47That he which finds him shall deserve our thanks,

1:09:47 > 1:09:49Bringing the murderous coward to the stake.

1:09:49 > 1:09:51He that conceals him, death.

1:09:52 > 1:09:54You shall not escape!

1:09:54 > 1:09:57HORN SOUNDS

1:09:57 > 1:09:59Poor Tom, poor Tom!

1:09:59 > 1:10:01HE YELPS

1:10:02 > 1:10:03Gah!

1:10:05 > 1:10:07HE YELPS

1:10:07 > 1:10:08HE CHOKES

1:10:09 > 1:10:11DOGS BARK

1:10:11 > 1:10:13Poor Tom!

1:10:13 > 1:10:15BARKING INTENSIFIES

1:10:19 > 1:10:21Edgar I nothing am.

1:10:21 > 1:10:23HORN SOUNDS

1:10:24 > 1:10:26BARKING RECEDES

1:10:26 > 1:10:30'Tis strange they should so depart from home

1:10:30 > 1:10:32- And not send back my messenger. - As I learned,

1:10:32 > 1:10:34The night before there was no purpose in them

1:10:34 > 1:10:36Of this remove.

1:10:36 > 1:10:38Hail to thee, noble master.

1:10:38 > 1:10:40Ha?

1:10:40 > 1:10:43Mak'st thou this shame thy pastime?

1:10:43 > 1:10:44No, my lord.

1:10:44 > 1:10:48Ha, ha, look...

1:10:48 > 1:10:51he wears cruel garters.

1:10:51 > 1:10:55What's he that so much thy place mistook

1:10:55 > 1:10:56To set thee here?

1:10:56 > 1:10:58It is both he and she,

1:10:58 > 1:11:00Your son and daughter.

1:11:00 > 1:11:02No.

1:11:02 > 1:11:04Yes.

1:11:04 > 1:11:06No, no, I say.

1:11:06 > 1:11:08I say, yea.

1:11:08 > 1:11:10No, no, they would not.

1:11:10 > 1:11:12Yes, they have.

1:11:13 > 1:11:16By Jupiter, I swear, no.

1:11:16 > 1:11:18By Juno, I swear, ay.

1:11:18 > 1:11:23They durst not do it. They could not, would not do it -

1:11:23 > 1:11:24'tis worse than murder

1:11:24 > 1:11:28To do upon respect such violent outrage.

1:11:28 > 1:11:31Resolve me with all modest haste which way

1:11:31 > 1:11:33Thou mightst deserve or they impose this usage,

1:11:33 > 1:11:35Coming from us.

1:11:35 > 1:11:36My lord, when at their home

1:11:36 > 1:11:38I did commend your highness' letters to them,

1:11:38 > 1:11:40Ere I was risen from the place that showed

1:11:40 > 1:11:43My duty kneeling, came there a reeking post,

1:11:43 > 1:11:46Stewed in his haste, half breathless, panting forth

1:11:46 > 1:11:48From Goneril, his mistress, salutations -

1:11:48 > 1:11:50Delivered letters, spite of intermission,

1:11:50 > 1:11:53Which presently they read.

1:11:53 > 1:11:54On those contents,

1:11:54 > 1:11:56Summoned up their people, straight took horse,

1:11:56 > 1:11:58Commanded me to follow and attend

1:11:58 > 1:12:00The leisure of their answer, gave me cold looks -

1:12:00 > 1:12:03And meeting here the other messenger,

1:12:03 > 1:12:06Whose welcome I perceived had poisoned mine,

1:12:06 > 1:12:08Being the very fellow that of late

1:12:08 > 1:12:11Displayed so saucily against your highness,

1:12:11 > 1:12:14Having more man than wit about me, drew.

1:12:14 > 1:12:17He raised the house with loud and coward cries.

1:12:17 > 1:12:21Your son and daughter found this trespass worth

1:12:21 > 1:12:24The shame which here it suffers.

1:12:24 > 1:12:28Winter's not gone yet, if the wild geese fly that way.

1:12:28 > 1:12:32O, how this mother swells up toward my heart!

1:12:32 > 1:12:37Hysterica passio, down, thou climbing sorrow,

1:12:37 > 1:12:39Thy element's below.

1:12:43 > 1:12:45Where is this daughter?

1:12:45 > 1:12:47With the Earl, sir, here within.

1:12:48 > 1:12:50Follow me not.

1:12:51 > 1:12:52Stay here.

1:12:55 > 1:12:58How chance the King comes with so small a number?

1:12:58 > 1:13:01If thou hadst been set i'the stocks for that question,

1:13:01 > 1:13:04thou had well deserved it.

1:13:04 > 1:13:05Why, fool?

1:13:07 > 1:13:12All who follow their noses are led by their eyes but blind men,

1:13:12 > 1:13:16and there's not a nose among 20 but can smell him that's stinking.

1:13:18 > 1:13:22Let go thy hold when a great wheel runs down a hill

1:13:22 > 1:13:26lest it break thy neck with following it,

1:13:26 > 1:13:31but the great one that goes upwards,

1:13:31 > 1:13:33let him draw thee after.

1:13:33 > 1:13:37When a wise man gives thee better counsel give me mine again -

1:13:37 > 1:13:40I'll have none but knaves follow it,

1:13:40 > 1:13:42for a fool gives it.

1:13:44 > 1:13:49# That sir which serves and seeks for gain

1:13:49 > 1:13:53# And follows but for form

1:13:53 > 1:13:56# Will pack when it begins to rain

1:13:56 > 1:14:00# And leave thee in the storm

1:14:00 > 1:14:06# But I will tarry, the fool will stay

1:14:06 > 1:14:09# And let the wise man fly

1:14:09 > 1:14:13# The knave turns fool that runs away

1:14:13 > 1:14:18# The fool no knave perdy. #

1:14:18 > 1:14:20Where learned you this, fool?

1:14:20 > 1:14:22Not i'the stocks, fool.

1:14:23 > 1:14:26Deny to speak with me?

1:14:26 > 1:14:29They are sick, they are weary.

1:14:29 > 1:14:31They have travelled all night?

1:14:31 > 1:14:33Fetch me a better answer.

1:14:33 > 1:14:34My dear lord,

1:14:34 > 1:14:36You know the fiery quality of the Duke,

1:14:36 > 1:14:39How unremoveable and fixed he is In his own course.

1:14:39 > 1:14:44Vengeance, plague, death, confusion!

1:14:44 > 1:14:47Fiery? What quality?

1:14:47 > 1:14:50Why, Gloucester, Gloucester,

1:14:50 > 1:14:54I'd speak with the Duke of Cornwall and his wife.

1:14:54 > 1:14:57Well, my good lord, I have informed them so.

1:14:57 > 1:14:58Informed them?

1:14:58 > 1:15:00Dost thou understand me, man?

1:15:00 > 1:15:01Ay, my good lord.

1:15:01 > 1:15:04The King would speak with Cornwall, the dear father

1:15:04 > 1:15:08Would with his daughter speak, commands - tends - service.

1:15:08 > 1:15:10Are they informed of this?

1:15:10 > 1:15:12My breath and blood!

1:15:12 > 1:15:13Fiery?

1:15:13 > 1:15:17The fiery Duke, tell the hot Duke that Lear...

1:15:20 > 1:15:23No, but not yet...

1:15:25 > 1:15:27..maybe he is not well -

1:15:27 > 1:15:30Infirmity doth still neglect all office

1:15:30 > 1:15:32Whereto our health is bound.

1:15:33 > 1:15:38Death on my state! Wherefore Should he sit here?

1:15:38 > 1:15:41Give me my servant forth.

1:15:41 > 1:15:45Go tell the Duke and's wife I'd speak with them,

1:15:45 > 1:15:48Now, presently - bid them come forth and hear me,

1:15:48 > 1:15:51Or at their chamber door I'll beat the drum

1:15:51 > 1:15:52Till it cry sleep to death.

1:15:52 > 1:15:54I would have all well betwixt you.

1:15:56 > 1:15:59O me, my heart!

1:15:59 > 1:16:02My rising heart!

1:16:02 > 1:16:03But down!

1:16:03 > 1:16:05Cry to it, Nuncle,

1:16:05 > 1:16:08as the cockney did to the eels when she put 'em i'the paste alive -

1:16:08 > 1:16:10she knapped 'em o'the coxcombs with a stick,

1:16:10 > 1:16:13and cried "Down, wantons, down!"

1:16:15 > 1:16:19'Twas her brother that in pure kindness to his horse

1:16:19 > 1:16:20buttered his hay.

1:16:32 > 1:16:34Good morrow to you both.

1:16:34 > 1:16:36Hail to your grace!

1:16:36 > 1:16:38I am glad to see your highness.

1:16:38 > 1:16:41Regan, I think you are.

1:16:41 > 1:16:44I know what reason I have to think so.

1:16:44 > 1:16:46If thou shouldst not be glad,

1:16:46 > 1:16:49I'd divorce me from thy mother's tomb,

1:16:49 > 1:16:51Sepulchring an adultress.

1:16:51 > 1:16:54O, are you free?

1:16:55 > 1:16:57Some other time for that.

1:17:00 > 1:17:01Beloved Regan.

1:17:03 > 1:17:04Thy sister's naught.

1:17:05 > 1:17:08O, Regan, she hath tied

1:17:08 > 1:17:14Sharp-toothed unkindness, like a vulture, here.

1:17:14 > 1:17:16I can scarce speak to thee -

1:17:16 > 1:17:19thou'lt not believe With how depraved a quality...

1:17:19 > 1:17:20O, Regan!

1:17:20 > 1:17:24I pray you, sir, take patience. I have hope

1:17:24 > 1:17:26You less know how to value her desert

1:17:26 > 1:17:28Than she to scant her duty.

1:17:28 > 1:17:30Say, how is that?

1:17:30 > 1:17:32I cannot think my sister in the least

1:17:32 > 1:17:35Would fail her obligation.

1:17:35 > 1:17:37If so, perchance, sir,

1:17:37 > 1:17:40She have restrained the riots of your followers,

1:17:40 > 1:17:43'Tis on such ground, and to such wholesome end

1:17:43 > 1:17:44As clears her from all blame.

1:17:44 > 1:17:46My curses on her!

1:17:46 > 1:17:50O, sir, you are old -

1:17:50 > 1:17:52Nature in you stands on the very verge

1:17:52 > 1:17:53Of her confine.

1:17:53 > 1:17:55You should be ruled and led

1:17:55 > 1:17:57By some discretion that discerns your state

1:17:57 > 1:17:59Better than you yourself.

1:17:59 > 1:18:00Therefore I pray you

1:18:00 > 1:18:02That to our sister you do make return -

1:18:02 > 1:18:05Say you have wronged her, sir.

1:18:05 > 1:18:07- Ask her forgiveness?- Mm!

1:18:07 > 1:18:10Do you but mark how this becomes the house?

1:18:11 > 1:18:15Dear daughter, I confess that I am old.

1:18:15 > 1:18:17Age is unnecessary.

1:18:17 > 1:18:19On my knees I beg

1:18:19 > 1:18:21You'll vouchsafe me raiment, bed and food.

1:18:21 > 1:18:23Good sir, no more. These are unsightly tricks.

1:18:23 > 1:18:24Return you to my sister.

1:18:24 > 1:18:25Never, Regan!

1:18:27 > 1:18:31She hath abated me of half my train,

1:18:31 > 1:18:34Looked black upon me, struck me with her tongue

1:18:34 > 1:18:37Most serpent-like, upon the very heart.

1:18:37 > 1:18:40All the stored vengeances of heaven fall

1:18:40 > 1:18:43On her ingrateful top!

1:18:43 > 1:18:47Strike her young bones, You taking airs, with lameness!

1:18:47 > 1:18:48Fie, sir, fie!

1:18:48 > 1:18:51You nimble lightnings, dart your blinding flames

1:18:51 > 1:18:53Into her scornful eyes!

1:18:53 > 1:18:57Infect her beauty, You fen-sucked fogs,

1:18:57 > 1:18:59drawn by the powerful sun To fall and blister!

1:18:59 > 1:19:02O, the blest gods!

1:19:02 > 1:19:04So will you wish on me when the rash mood is on.

1:19:04 > 1:19:06No, Regan,

1:19:06 > 1:19:09thou shalt never have my curse.

1:19:09 > 1:19:12Thy tender-hefted nature will not give

1:19:12 > 1:19:14Thee o'er to harshness.

1:19:15 > 1:19:21Her eyes are fierce, but thine Do comfort and not burn.

1:19:21 > 1:19:23Thou better knowst

1:19:23 > 1:19:27The offices of nature, bond of childhood,

1:19:27 > 1:19:31Effects of courtesy, dues of gratitude.

1:19:31 > 1:19:34Thy half o' the kingdom hast thou not forgot,

1:19:34 > 1:19:36Wherein I thee endowed.

1:19:36 > 1:19:37Good sir, to the purpose.

1:19:41 > 1:19:44Who put my man in the stocks?

1:19:44 > 1:19:45RIDING HORN SOUNDS

1:19:45 > 1:19:47What trumpet's that?

1:19:47 > 1:19:48I know't, my sister's.

1:19:48 > 1:19:51This approves her letter That she would soon be here.

1:19:51 > 1:19:52Is your lady come?

1:19:52 > 1:19:54This is a slave, whose easy borrowed pride

1:19:54 > 1:19:57Dwells in the fickle grace of her he follows.

1:19:57 > 1:19:59Out, varlet, from my sight!

1:19:59 > 1:20:01What means your grace?

1:20:01 > 1:20:02Who stocked my servant?!

1:20:03 > 1:20:05Regan,

1:20:05 > 1:20:09I have good hope You did not know on't.

1:20:09 > 1:20:10Who comes here?

1:20:15 > 1:20:17O heavens!

1:20:17 > 1:20:21If you do love old men, if your sweet sway

1:20:21 > 1:20:25Allow obedience, if you yourselves are old,

1:20:25 > 1:20:26Make it your cause.

1:20:26 > 1:20:29Send down, and take my part!

1:20:32 > 1:20:35Art not ashamed to look upon this beard?

1:20:38 > 1:20:41O, Regan, will you take her by the hand?

1:20:41 > 1:20:46Why not by the hand, my lord? How have I offended?

1:20:46 > 1:20:49All's not offence that indiscretion finds

1:20:49 > 1:20:51And dotage terms so.

1:20:51 > 1:20:55O sides, you are too tough!

1:20:55 > 1:20:56Will you yet hold?

1:20:59 > 1:21:01How came my man i'the stocks?

1:21:01 > 1:21:03I put him there, sir,

1:21:03 > 1:21:07but his own disorders Deserved much less advancement.

1:21:07 > 1:21:09You? Did you?!

1:21:09 > 1:21:12I pray you, father, being weak, seem so.

1:21:12 > 1:21:14If till the expiration of your month

1:21:14 > 1:21:17You will return and sojourn with my sister,

1:21:17 > 1:21:19Dismissing half your train, come then to me.

1:21:19 > 1:21:21I am now from home and out of that provision

1:21:21 > 1:21:24Which shall be needful for your entertainment.

1:21:24 > 1:21:28Return to her? And 50 men dismissed?

1:21:28 > 1:21:29No!

1:21:29 > 1:21:33Rather I abjure all roofs and choose

1:21:33 > 1:21:35To wage against the enmity o'th' air -

1:21:35 > 1:21:37To be a comrade with the wolf and owl -

1:21:37 > 1:21:39Necessity's sharp pinch!

1:21:39 > 1:21:40Return with her?

1:21:40 > 1:21:43Persuade me rather to be slave and sumpter

1:21:43 > 1:21:45To this detested groom.

1:21:45 > 1:21:46At your choice, sir.

1:21:46 > 1:21:51Now I prithee, daughter, do not make me mad -

1:21:51 > 1:21:53I will not trouble thee, my child.

1:21:53 > 1:21:55Farewell.

1:21:55 > 1:21:57We'll no more meet, no more see one another.

1:21:59 > 1:22:03Yet thou art my flesh,

1:22:03 > 1:22:06my blood, my daughter,

1:22:06 > 1:22:09Or rather a disease that's in my flesh,

1:22:09 > 1:22:12Which I must needs call mine.

1:22:12 > 1:22:14Thou art a boil,

1:22:14 > 1:22:19A plague sore, or embossed carbuncle In my corrupted blood.

1:22:19 > 1:22:22But I'll not chide thee. Let shame come when it will -

1:22:22 > 1:22:26I do not call it, I do not bid the thunder-bearer shoot,

1:22:26 > 1:22:28Nor tell tales of thee to high-judging Jove.

1:22:28 > 1:22:32Mend when thou canst, be better at thy leisure, I can be patient,

1:22:32 > 1:22:35I can stay with Regan, I and my hundred knights.

1:22:35 > 1:22:37Not altogether so, sir.

1:22:37 > 1:22:39I looked not for you yet, nor am provided

1:22:39 > 1:22:41For your fit welcome.

1:22:41 > 1:22:43Give ear, sir, to my sister -

1:22:43 > 1:22:45For those that mingle reason with your passion

1:22:45 > 1:22:48Must be content to think you are old, and so...

1:22:49 > 1:22:51But she knows what she does.

1:22:51 > 1:22:55- Is this well spoken now? - I dare avouch it, sir.

1:22:55 > 1:22:58What, 50 followers?

1:22:58 > 1:23:00Is it not well?

1:23:00 > 1:23:02What should you need of more?

1:23:02 > 1:23:05Yea, or so many, sith that both charge and danger

1:23:05 > 1:23:07Speak 'gainst so great a number?

1:23:07 > 1:23:08How in one house

1:23:08 > 1:23:10Should many people, under two commands,

1:23:10 > 1:23:14Hold amity? 'Tis hard, almost impossible.

1:23:14 > 1:23:17Why might not you, my lord, receive attendance

1:23:17 > 1:23:19From those that she calls servants or from mine?

1:23:19 > 1:23:21Why not, my lord?

1:23:21 > 1:23:24If then they chanced to slack ye We could control them.

1:23:24 > 1:23:26If you will come to me...

1:23:28 > 1:23:31..For now I spy a danger. I do entreat you

1:23:31 > 1:23:35To bring but five and twenty - to no more

1:23:35 > 1:23:36Will I give place or notice.

1:23:39 > 1:23:41I gave you all.

1:23:41 > 1:23:43And in good time you gave it.

1:23:43 > 1:23:48Made you my guardians, my depositaries,

1:23:48 > 1:23:51But kept a reservation to be followed

1:23:51 > 1:23:53With such a number.

1:23:53 > 1:23:58What, must I come to you With five and twenty?

1:23:58 > 1:24:02Regan, said you so?

1:24:02 > 1:24:05And speak't again, my lord - no more with me.

1:24:05 > 1:24:08What need you five and twenty? Ten? Or five?

1:24:08 > 1:24:11To follow in a house where twice so many

1:24:11 > 1:24:12Have a command to tend you?

1:24:12 > 1:24:14What need one?

1:24:14 > 1:24:16O, reason not the need!

1:24:18 > 1:24:24Our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous.

1:24:24 > 1:24:28Allow not nature more than nature needs,

1:24:28 > 1:24:30Man's life's as cheap as beast's.

1:24:30 > 1:24:35Thou art a lady - If only to go warm were gorgeous,

1:24:35 > 1:24:38Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st,

1:24:38 > 1:24:40Which scarcely keeps thee warm.

1:24:40 > 1:24:42But for true need -

1:24:42 > 1:24:47O, you heavens, give me that patience,

1:24:47 > 1:24:49patience I need!

1:24:50 > 1:24:54You see me here, you gods, a poor old man,

1:24:54 > 1:24:59As full of grief as age, wretched in both.

1:24:59 > 1:25:02If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts

1:25:02 > 1:25:06Against their father, fool me not so much

1:25:06 > 1:25:12To bear it tamely. Touch me with noble anger,

1:25:12 > 1:25:16And let not women's weapons, water-drops,

1:25:16 > 1:25:19Stain my man's cheeks!

1:25:19 > 1:25:22No, you unnatural hags, THUNDER RUMBLES

1:25:23 > 1:25:27I will have such revenges on you both

1:25:27 > 1:25:30That all the world shall...

1:25:30 > 1:25:34I will do such things -

1:25:34 > 1:25:38What they are yet I know not, but they will be

1:25:38 > 1:25:40The terrors of the earth!

1:25:40 > 1:25:44You think I'll weep, No, I'll not weep.

1:25:44 > 1:25:47I have full cause of weeping, but this heart

1:25:47 > 1:25:50Will break into a hundred thousand flaws

1:25:50 > 1:25:52Or e'er I shall weep.

1:25:54 > 1:25:58O fool, I shall go mad.

1:25:58 > 1:26:00THUNDER RUMBLES

1:26:14 > 1:26:16Let us withdraw -

1:26:16 > 1:26:19'twill be a storm.

1:26:19 > 1:26:22This house is little.

1:26:22 > 1:26:25The old man and's people Cannot be well bestowed.

1:26:25 > 1:26:29'Tis his own blame - hath put himself from rest

1:26:29 > 1:26:31And must needs taste his folly.

1:26:31 > 1:26:33For his particular, I'll receive him gladly,

1:26:33 > 1:26:36But not one follower.

1:26:36 > 1:26:37So am I purposed.

1:26:37 > 1:26:39Where is my lord of Gloucester?

1:26:39 > 1:26:41The King is in high rage.

1:26:41 > 1:26:43Whither is he going?

1:26:43 > 1:26:46He calls to horse, but will I know not whither.

1:26:46 > 1:26:49'Tis best to give him way - he leads himself.

1:26:49 > 1:26:53My lord, entreat him by no means to stay.

1:26:53 > 1:26:56Alack, the night comes on, and the high winds

1:26:56 > 1:26:58Do sorely ruffle -

1:26:58 > 1:27:01for many miles about There's scarce a bush.

1:27:01 > 1:27:05O, sir, to wilful men The injuries they themselves procure

1:27:05 > 1:27:08Must be their schoolmasters.

1:27:08 > 1:27:09O...

1:27:09 > 1:27:12Shut up your doors.

1:27:15 > 1:27:19Shut up your doors, my lord - 'tis a wild night.

1:27:19 > 1:27:24My Regan counsels well - come out o'the storm.

1:27:24 > 1:27:25THUNDER RUMBLES

1:27:28 > 1:27:31Alack, Edmund, I like not this unnatural dealing.

1:27:31 > 1:27:34When I desired their leave that I might pity him,

1:27:34 > 1:27:37they took from me the use of mine own house,

1:27:37 > 1:27:40charged me on pain of perpetual displeasure

1:27:40 > 1:27:43neither to speak of him, entreat for him,

1:27:43 > 1:27:45or any way sustain him.

1:27:45 > 1:27:47Most savage and unnatural.

1:27:47 > 1:27:49Go to, go to. Say you nothing.

1:27:51 > 1:27:53There is division between the dukes,

1:27:53 > 1:27:56and a worse matter than that.

1:27:56 > 1:28:01I have received a letter this night - 'tis dangerous to be spoken -

1:28:01 > 1:28:04I have locked the letter in my closet.

1:28:04 > 1:28:08These injuries the King now bears will be revenged home.

1:28:08 > 1:28:11There is part of a power from France already footed -

1:28:11 > 1:28:14we must incline to the King.

1:28:14 > 1:28:16I will look him and privily relieve him.

1:28:16 > 1:28:19Go you and maintain talk with the Duke,

1:28:19 > 1:28:21that my charity be not of him perceived.

1:28:21 > 1:28:25If he ask for me, I am ill and gone to bed.

1:28:26 > 1:28:30If I die for it - as no less is threatened me -

1:28:30 > 1:28:35the King my old master must be relieved.

1:28:40 > 1:28:43There is strange things toward, Edmund -

1:28:43 > 1:28:46pray you, be careful.

1:28:51 > 1:28:57This courtesy, forbid thee, shall the Duke

1:28:57 > 1:29:00Instantly know and of that letter too.

1:29:01 > 1:29:06This seems a fair deserving and must draw me

1:29:06 > 1:29:10That which my father loses, no less than all.

1:29:11 > 1:29:16The younger rises when the old doth fall.

1:29:18 > 1:29:20THUNDER RUMBLES

1:29:20 > 1:29:22RAIN POURS

1:29:24 > 1:29:29Blow winds and crack your cheeks!

1:29:29 > 1:29:33Rage, blow!

1:29:33 > 1:29:38You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout

1:29:38 > 1:29:42Till you have drenched our steeples, drowned the cocks!

1:29:42 > 1:29:47You sulphurous and thought-executing fires,

1:29:47 > 1:29:50Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,

1:29:50 > 1:29:52Singe my white head!

1:29:52 > 1:29:56And thou, all-shaking thunder,

1:29:56 > 1:29:59Strike flat the thick rotundity o'the world,

1:29:59 > 1:30:03Crack nature's moulds, all germens spill at once

1:30:03 > 1:30:05That make ingrateful man!

1:30:05 > 1:30:08O, Nuncle!

1:30:08 > 1:30:11Court holy-water in a dry house

1:30:11 > 1:30:14is better than this rain-water out o'doors.

1:30:14 > 1:30:18In, good Nuncle, and beg thy daughters' blessing.

1:30:18 > 1:30:22Here's a night pities neither wise men nor fools.

1:30:22 > 1:30:25Rumble thy bellyful!

1:30:25 > 1:30:28Spit, fire, spout, rain!

1:30:28 > 1:30:32Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire are my daughters -

1:30:32 > 1:30:35I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness.

1:30:35 > 1:30:39I never gave you kingdom, called you children -

1:30:39 > 1:30:41You owe me no subscription.

1:30:41 > 1:30:44Why then, let fall Your horrible pleasure.

1:30:44 > 1:30:46Here I stand, your slave,

1:30:46 > 1:30:51A poor, infirm, weak and despised old man.

1:30:51 > 1:30:54But yet I call you servile ministers

1:30:54 > 1:30:56That will with two pernicious daughters join

1:30:56 > 1:30:59Your high-engendered battles against a head

1:30:59 > 1:31:00So old and white as this.

1:31:00 > 1:31:04- O ho! 'Tis foul.- 'Tis foul!

1:31:04 > 1:31:08He that has a house to put his head in has a good headpiece.

1:31:08 > 1:31:13# The codpiece that will house Before the head has any

1:31:13 > 1:31:16# The head and he will louse So beggars marry many

1:31:16 > 1:31:20# The man that makes his toe What he his heart should make

1:31:20 > 1:31:24# Shall of a corn cry woe And turn his sleep to wake. #

1:31:24 > 1:31:26For there was never yet fair woman

1:31:26 > 1:31:28but she would make mouths in a glass.

1:31:30 > 1:31:35No, I will be the pattern of all patience,

1:31:35 > 1:31:37I will say nothing.

1:31:37 > 1:31:38Who's there?

1:31:38 > 1:31:43Marry, here's grace and a codpiece - that's a wise man and a fool.

1:31:43 > 1:31:45Alas, sir, are you here?

1:31:45 > 1:31:48Things that love night Love not such nights as these.

1:31:48 > 1:31:50The wrathful skies

1:31:50 > 1:31:52Gallow the very wanderers of the dark,

1:31:52 > 1:31:54And make them keep their caves.

1:31:54 > 1:31:58Man's nature cannot carry Th'affliction, nor the fear.

1:31:58 > 1:31:59Let the great gods

1:31:59 > 1:32:02That keep this dreadful pudder o'er our heads

1:32:02 > 1:32:04Find out their enemies now.

1:32:04 > 1:32:06Tremble, thou wretch,

1:32:06 > 1:32:09That hast within thee undivulged crimes,

1:32:09 > 1:32:11Unwhipped of justice.

1:32:11 > 1:32:13Hide thee, thou bloody hand, Thou perjured,

1:32:13 > 1:32:17and thou simular of virtue That art incestuous.

1:32:17 > 1:32:19Caitiff, to pieces shake,

1:32:19 > 1:32:21That under covert and convenient seeming

1:32:21 > 1:32:23Hast practised on man's life.

1:32:23 > 1:32:25Close pent-up guilts

1:32:25 > 1:32:27Rive your concealing continents and cry

1:32:27 > 1:32:31These dreadful summoners grace.

1:32:33 > 1:32:37I am a man More sinned against than sinning.

1:32:37 > 1:32:40Gracious my lord, hard by here is a hovel -

1:32:40 > 1:32:42Some friendship will it lend you against the tempest.

1:32:42 > 1:32:44Repose you there.

1:32:44 > 1:32:46My wits begin to turn.

1:32:49 > 1:32:52Come on, my boy.

1:32:52 > 1:32:54How dost my boy?

1:32:54 > 1:32:56Art cold?

1:32:56 > 1:32:58I am cold myself.

1:32:59 > 1:33:01Where is this straw, my fellow?

1:33:01 > 1:33:04The art of our necessities is strange,

1:33:04 > 1:33:06And can make vile things precious.

1:33:09 > 1:33:12Poor fool and knave,

1:33:12 > 1:33:17I have one part in my heart That is sorry yet for thee.

1:33:17 > 1:33:20# He that has and a little tiny wit

1:33:20 > 1:33:24# With a heigh-ho, the wind and the rain

1:33:24 > 1:33:28# Must make content his fortunes fit

1:33:28 > 1:33:31# For the rain it raineth every day. #

1:33:31 > 1:33:34True, my good boy.

1:33:34 > 1:33:37Come, bring us to this hovel.

1:33:41 > 1:33:42THUNDER RUMBLES

1:33:42 > 1:33:45Here is the place, my lord. Good my lord, enter.

1:33:45 > 1:33:48The tyranny of the open night's too rough

1:33:48 > 1:33:49For nature to endure.

1:33:49 > 1:33:51- Let me alone. - Good my lord, enter here.

1:33:51 > 1:33:53Wilt break my heart?

1:33:53 > 1:33:56I'd rather break mine own. Good my lord, enter.

1:33:56 > 1:33:59Thou think'st 'tis much that this contentious storm

1:33:59 > 1:34:02Invades us to the skin - so it is to thee.

1:34:02 > 1:34:04But where the greater malady is fixed,

1:34:04 > 1:34:06The lesser is scarce felt.

1:34:06 > 1:34:08Thou'dst shun a bear,

1:34:08 > 1:34:11But if thy flight lay toward the roaring sea,

1:34:11 > 1:34:13Thou'dst meet the bear in the mouth.

1:34:13 > 1:34:17When the mind is free, the body is delicate.

1:34:17 > 1:34:19This tempest in my mind

1:34:19 > 1:34:23Doth from my senses take all feeling else,

1:34:23 > 1:34:27Save what beats there, filial ingratitude.

1:34:27 > 1:34:31Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand

1:34:31 > 1:34:33For lifting food to it?

1:34:34 > 1:34:36But I will punish home.

1:34:36 > 1:34:39No, I'll weep no more.

1:34:40 > 1:34:41In such a night

1:34:41 > 1:34:43To shut me out?

1:34:44 > 1:34:47Pour on, I will endure.

1:34:48 > 1:34:50In such a night as this?

1:34:52 > 1:34:54O, Regan, Goneril,

1:34:54 > 1:34:59Thy old, kind father, whose frank heart gave you all.

1:35:01 > 1:35:06O, that way madness lies, let me shun that.

1:35:06 > 1:35:09- No more of that. - Good my lord, enter.

1:35:09 > 1:35:14Prithee go in thyself, seek thine own ease.

1:35:14 > 1:35:16This tempest will not give me leave to ponder

1:35:16 > 1:35:19On things would hurt me more.

1:35:21 > 1:35:22But I'll go in.

1:35:24 > 1:35:27In, boy, go first.

1:35:27 > 1:35:30You houseless poverty.

1:35:30 > 1:35:32Nay, get thee in.

1:35:35 > 1:35:39I'll pray, then I'll sleep.

1:35:44 > 1:35:48Poor naked wretches, whereso'er you are,

1:35:48 > 1:35:51That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,

1:35:51 > 1:35:56How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides,

1:35:56 > 1:35:59Your looped and windowed raggedness, defend you

1:35:59 > 1:36:00From seasons such as these?

1:36:01 > 1:36:06O, I have ta'en too little care of this.

1:36:06 > 1:36:09Take physic, pomp!

1:36:09 > 1:36:12Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel,

1:36:12 > 1:36:14That thou mayst shake the superflux to them

1:36:14 > 1:36:16And show the heavens more just.

1:36:16 > 1:36:20Fathom and half, fathom and half. Poor Tom!

1:36:20 > 1:36:24Come not in here, Nuncle, there's a spirit.

1:36:24 > 1:36:26Help me, help me!

1:36:26 > 1:36:30- Who's there?- A spirit, a spirit. He says his name's Poor Tom.

1:36:30 > 1:36:33Who art thou that dost grumble there in the straw? Come forth.

1:36:33 > 1:36:36Away, the foul fiend follows me.

1:36:43 > 1:36:46Through the sharp hawthorn blows the cold wind.

1:36:46 > 1:36:48Argh! Argh!

1:36:50 > 1:36:52Go to thy cold bed

1:36:52 > 1:36:55and warm...thee.

1:36:57 > 1:37:00Didst thou give all to thy two daughters?

1:37:00 > 1:37:02And art thou come to this?

1:37:04 > 1:37:06Who gives anything to Poor Tom?

1:37:06 > 1:37:10Whom the foul fiend hath led through fire and through flame,

1:37:10 > 1:37:15through ford and whirlpool, o'er bog and quagmire,

1:37:15 > 1:37:22that hath laid knives under his pillow and halters in his pew,

1:37:22 > 1:37:24set ratsbane by his porridge...

1:37:26 > 1:37:28..made him proud of heart,

1:37:28 > 1:37:33to ride on a bay trotting horse over four-inched bridges,

1:37:33 > 1:37:36to course his own shadow for a traitor.

1:37:36 > 1:37:38Bless thy five wits.

1:37:41 > 1:37:42O, Tom's a-cold.

1:37:43 > 1:37:44Oh...

1:37:44 > 1:37:49# Do, de, do de, do de... #

1:37:51 > 1:37:58Bless thee from whirlwinds, star-blasting, and...

1:38:00 > 1:38:01..taking.

1:38:03 > 1:38:08Do Poor Tom some charity, whom the foul fiend vexes.

1:38:08 > 1:38:10Agh! Agh!

1:38:10 > 1:38:12HE GROANS

1:38:15 > 1:38:17Oh!

1:38:17 > 1:38:19There could I have him now,

1:38:19 > 1:38:23and there, and there again, and there.

1:38:24 > 1:38:27Have his daughters brought him to this pass?

1:38:28 > 1:38:29Couldst thou save nothing?

1:38:30 > 1:38:32Wouldst thou give 'em all?

1:38:32 > 1:38:36Nay, he reserved a blanket, else we had been all shamed.

1:38:36 > 1:38:39# Eh, eh, eh

1:38:39 > 1:38:45# Pillicock sat on Pillicock hill... #

1:38:47 > 1:38:49Alow, alow...

1:38:51 > 1:38:54..loo, loo!

1:38:54 > 1:38:59This cold night will turn us all fools or madmen.

1:38:59 > 1:39:01Take heed of the foul fiend.

1:39:03 > 1:39:06Obey thy parents,

1:39:06 > 1:39:09keep thy word justly, swear not,

1:39:09 > 1:39:12commit not with man's sworn spouse,

1:39:12 > 1:39:16set not thy sweet-heart on proud array.

1:39:16 > 1:39:17Oh!

1:39:17 > 1:39:19Oh! Tom's a-cold.

1:39:19 > 1:39:20What hast thou been?

1:39:23 > 1:39:24A serving-man,

1:39:24 > 1:39:29proud in heart and mind, that curled my hair,

1:39:29 > 1:39:34wore gloves in my cap, served the lust of my mistress' heart

1:39:34 > 1:39:36and did the act of darkness with her.

1:39:36 > 1:39:40Swore as many oaths as I spake words

1:39:40 > 1:39:43and...broke 'em...

1:39:44 > 1:39:47..in the sweet face of heaven.

1:39:47 > 1:39:51One that slept in the contriving of lust and waked to do it.

1:39:51 > 1:39:55Wine loved I deeply, dice dearly,

1:39:55 > 1:39:57and, in woman...

1:39:58 > 1:40:00..out-paramoured the Turk.

1:40:01 > 1:40:05Hog in sloth, fox in stealth,

1:40:05 > 1:40:07wolf in greediness,

1:40:07 > 1:40:10dog in madness, lion in prey.

1:40:11 > 1:40:14HE GROANS

1:40:16 > 1:40:20Still through the hawthorn blows the cold wind.

1:40:20 > 1:40:24Says suum...

1:40:24 > 1:40:27mun...

1:40:29 > 1:40:31..nonny...

1:40:34 > 1:40:36..Dauphin...

1:40:36 > 1:40:38my boy...

1:40:38 > 1:40:40my boy, ha-ha!

1:40:42 > 1:40:44Cessez!

1:40:53 > 1:40:55Let him trot by.

1:40:55 > 1:40:59Why, thou wert better in thy grave

1:40:59 > 1:41:04than to answer with thy uncovered body this extremity of the skies.

1:41:04 > 1:41:08Is man no more than this?

1:41:09 > 1:41:10Consider him well.

1:41:11 > 1:41:16Thou ow'st the worm no silk, the beast no hide,

1:41:16 > 1:41:19the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume.

1:41:19 > 1:41:20Ha?

1:41:20 > 1:41:23Here's three on's us are sophisticated -

1:41:23 > 1:41:28thou art the thing itself.

1:41:29 > 1:41:34Unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare,

1:41:34 > 1:41:37forked animal as thou art.

1:41:38 > 1:41:40Off, off, you lendings...

1:41:40 > 1:41:43Prithee, Nuncle, be contented.

1:41:44 > 1:41:47'Tis a naughty night to swim in.

1:41:47 > 1:41:52Now a little fire in a wild field were like an old lecher's heart,

1:41:52 > 1:41:57a small spark, all rest on body cold.

1:41:58 > 1:42:02Look. Look, here comes a walking fire.

1:42:02 > 1:42:05Oh, this is the foul fiend Flibbertigibbet.

1:42:05 > 1:42:09He begins at curfew, and walks till the first cock,

1:42:09 > 1:42:10he gives the web and the pin,

1:42:10 > 1:42:13squinies the eye and makes the hare lip,

1:42:13 > 1:42:14mildews the white wheat,

1:42:14 > 1:42:18and hurts the poor creature of the earth.

1:42:18 > 1:42:20- What's he?- Who's there?

1:42:20 > 1:42:22- What is't you seek? - What are you there? Your names?

1:42:24 > 1:42:26Poor Tom.

1:42:26 > 1:42:31Poor Tom, that eats the swimming frog, the toad, the tadpole,

1:42:31 > 1:42:33the wall-newt and the water,

1:42:33 > 1:42:37that in the fury of his heart, when the foul fiend rages,

1:42:37 > 1:42:39eats cow-dung for salads.

1:42:40 > 1:42:42Beware my follower.

1:42:44 > 1:42:46HE GROANS

1:42:46 > 1:42:50Peace, Smulkin, peace, thou fiend.

1:42:50 > 1:42:53- What, hath your grace no better company?- Poor Tom's a-cold.

1:42:53 > 1:42:54Go in with me.

1:42:54 > 1:42:58My duty cannot suffer to obey in all your daughters' hard commands.

1:42:58 > 1:43:00Though their injunction be to bar my doors

1:43:00 > 1:43:03And let this tyrannous night take hold upon you,

1:43:03 > 1:43:06Yet have I ventured to come seek you out,

1:43:06 > 1:43:09And bring you where both fire and food is ready.

1:43:09 > 1:43:12First let me talk with this philosopher.

1:43:12 > 1:43:13What is the cause of thunder?

1:43:13 > 1:43:16Good my lord, take his offer, go into the house.

1:43:16 > 1:43:18I'll talk a word with this same learned Theban.

1:43:18 > 1:43:20What is thy study?

1:43:20 > 1:43:23How to prevent the fiend and to kill vermin.

1:43:23 > 1:43:25Let me ask one word in private.

1:43:25 > 1:43:29Importune him to go once more, my lord, his wits begin to unsettle.

1:43:29 > 1:43:32What a night is this? I do beseech your grace.

1:43:32 > 1:43:34O, cry your mercy, sir.

1:43:34 > 1:43:37Noble philosopher, your company.

1:43:37 > 1:43:41- Tom's a-cold.- In, fellow, there, into the hovel, keep thee warm.

1:43:41 > 1:43:44- Come, in all. - This way, my lord.

1:43:44 > 1:43:47With him - I keep still with my philosopher.

1:43:47 > 1:43:50Good my lord, soothe him, let him take the fellow.

1:43:50 > 1:43:52- Take him you on. - Come, sirrah, go along with us.

1:43:53 > 1:43:56Come, good Athenian.

1:43:56 > 1:43:59No words, no words - hush.

1:44:08 > 1:44:12I will have my revenge, ere I depart his house.

1:44:12 > 1:44:17How, my lord, I may be censured that nature thus gives way to loyalty

1:44:17 > 1:44:20something fears me to think of.

1:44:20 > 1:44:24I now perceive it was not altogether your brother's evil disposition

1:44:24 > 1:44:27that made him seek his father's death,

1:44:27 > 1:44:29but a provoking merit

1:44:29 > 1:44:33set a-work by a reprovable badness in Gloucester himself.

1:44:33 > 1:44:37How malicious is my fortune, that I must repent to be just?

1:44:37 > 1:44:40This is the letter which he spoke of,

1:44:40 > 1:44:43which approves him an intelligent party to the advantages of France.

1:44:43 > 1:44:49O heavens! That this treason were not, or not I the detector.

1:44:50 > 1:44:52Go with me to the Duchess.

1:44:52 > 1:44:54If the matter of this paper be certain,

1:44:54 > 1:44:56you have mighty business in hand.

1:44:56 > 1:45:00True or false, it hath made thee Earl of Gloucester.

1:45:03 > 1:45:05Seek out where thy father is,

1:45:05 > 1:45:08that he may be ready for our apprehension.

1:45:08 > 1:45:10I will persever in my course of loyalty,

1:45:10 > 1:45:13though the conflict be sore between that and my blood.

1:45:13 > 1:45:17I will lay trust upon thee

1:45:17 > 1:45:21and thou shalt find a dear father in my love.

1:45:24 > 1:45:26Here is better than the open air.

1:45:26 > 1:45:28Take it thankfully.

1:45:29 > 1:45:32I will piece out the comfort with what addition I can.

1:45:32 > 1:45:33I will not be long from you.

1:45:33 > 1:45:36All the power of his wits have given way to his impatience.

1:45:36 > 1:45:38The gods reward your kindness.

1:45:38 > 1:45:40Frateretto calls me,

1:45:40 > 1:45:45and tells me Nero is an angler in the lake of darkness.

1:45:45 > 1:45:48Pray, innocent, and beware the foul fiend.

1:45:48 > 1:45:50Prithee, Nuncle.

1:45:51 > 1:45:57Prithee, Nuncle, tell me whether a madman be a gentleman or a yeoman?

1:45:57 > 1:45:59A king, a king,

1:45:59 > 1:46:03No, he's a yeoman that has a gentleman to his son,

1:46:03 > 1:46:07for he's a mad yeoman that sees his son a gentleman before him.

1:46:07 > 1:46:10To have a thousand with red burning spits

1:46:10 > 1:46:12Come zingin' in upon 'em!

1:46:12 > 1:46:15Ow, the foul fiend bites my back!

1:46:15 > 1:46:20He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a horse's health,

1:46:20 > 1:46:23a boy's love, or a whore's oath.

1:46:23 > 1:46:26It shall be done, I will arraign them straight.

1:46:28 > 1:46:31Come, sit thou here,

1:46:31 > 1:46:34most learned justicer.

1:46:36 > 1:46:39Thou...sapient sir,

1:46:39 > 1:46:41sit here.

1:46:43 > 1:46:46No, you she-foxes...

1:46:47 > 1:46:48How do you, sir?

1:46:50 > 1:46:51Stand you not so amazed.

1:46:53 > 1:46:55Will you lie down and rest upon the cushions?

1:47:01 > 1:47:03I'll see their trial first.

1:47:05 > 1:47:06Bring in the evidence.

1:47:08 > 1:47:13Thou...robed man of justice, take thy place.

1:47:14 > 1:47:20And thou, his yoke-fellow of equity, Bench by his side.

1:47:20 > 1:47:23You are o' the commission. Sit you too.

1:47:23 > 1:47:25Let us deal justly.

1:47:27 > 1:47:28Arraign her first.

1:47:37 > 1:47:38'Tis Goneril.

1:47:41 > 1:47:45Here I take my oath before this honourable assembly -

1:47:45 > 1:47:47kicked the poor King her father.

1:47:48 > 1:47:51Come hither, mistress, is your name Goneril?

1:47:51 > 1:47:53She cannot deny it.

1:47:53 > 1:47:56Cry you mercy, I took you for a joint-stool.

1:47:58 > 1:48:02And here's another whose warped looks proclaim

1:48:02 > 1:48:04What store her heart is made on.

1:48:04 > 1:48:12Stop her there! Arms, arms, sword, fire, corruption in the place!

1:48:12 > 1:48:17False justicer, why hast thou let her 'scape?

1:48:23 > 1:48:25- Bless thy five wits.- O pity!

1:48:25 > 1:48:27Where is the patience now

1:48:27 > 1:48:31That you so oft have boasted to retain?

1:48:31 > 1:48:32HE COUGHS

1:48:39 > 1:48:41Let them anatomise Regan...

1:48:43 > 1:48:46..see what breeds about her heart.

1:48:47 > 1:48:53Is there any cause in nature that make these hard hearts?

1:48:55 > 1:48:57You, sir..

1:48:58 > 1:49:03..I entertain you for one of my hundred.

1:49:04 > 1:49:07Only I do not like the fashion of your garments.

1:49:08 > 1:49:12You will say they are Persian attire,

1:49:12 > 1:49:14but let them be changed.

1:49:16 > 1:49:19Now, good my lord, lie down

1:49:19 > 1:49:21and rest awhile.

1:49:28 > 1:49:29Make no noise.

1:49:32 > 1:49:34Make no noise.

1:49:41 > 1:49:43Draw the curtains.

1:49:48 > 1:49:49So...

1:49:50 > 1:49:51..so, so...

1:49:57 > 1:49:59I'll go to supper in the morning...

1:50:02 > 1:50:04..so...

1:50:05 > 1:50:06..so, so.

1:50:09 > 1:50:12And I'll go to bed at noon.

1:50:14 > 1:50:17- GLOUCESTER:- Come hither, friend - where is the King my master?

1:50:17 > 1:50:20Here, sir, but trouble him not - his wits are gone.

1:50:20 > 1:50:22Good friend, I prithee take him in thy arms.

1:50:22 > 1:50:24I have o'erheard a plot of death upon him.

1:50:24 > 1:50:26There is a litter ready. Lay him in't

1:50:26 > 1:50:29And drive towards Dover, friend, where thou shalt meet

1:50:29 > 1:50:31Both welcome and protection.

1:50:32 > 1:50:33Take up thy master!

1:50:33 > 1:50:36If thou shouldst dally half an hour, his life,

1:50:36 > 1:50:38With thine and all that offer to defend him,

1:50:38 > 1:50:41Stand in assured loss. Take up, take up,

1:50:41 > 1:50:44And follow me, that will to some provision

1:50:44 > 1:50:46Give thee quick conduct.

1:50:46 > 1:50:49Oppressed nature sleeps.

1:50:49 > 1:50:51This rest might yet have balmed thy broken sinews,

1:50:51 > 1:50:53Which, if convenience will not allow,

1:50:53 > 1:50:54Stand in hard cure.

1:50:56 > 1:50:57Come, help to bear thy master.

1:51:00 > 1:51:01Thou must not stay behind!

1:51:01 > 1:51:03Come, come away.

1:51:13 > 1:51:19WHISPERING VOICES

1:51:28 > 1:51:30Post speedily to my lord your husband.

1:51:30 > 1:51:34Show him this letter - the army of France is landed.

1:51:35 > 1:51:38Seek out the villain Gloucester.

1:51:38 > 1:51:41- Hang him instantly! - Pluck out his eyes!

1:51:41 > 1:51:42Leave him to my displeasure.

1:51:44 > 1:51:46Edmund, keep you our sister company.

1:51:46 > 1:51:50The revenges we are bound to take upon your traitorous father

1:51:50 > 1:51:52are not fit for your beholding.

1:51:52 > 1:51:57Advise the Duke, where you are going to a most festinate preparation -

1:51:57 > 1:51:59we are bound to the like.

1:51:59 > 1:52:03Our posts shall be swift and intelligent betwixt us.

1:52:03 > 1:52:06Farewell, dear sister, my lord of Gloucester.

1:52:07 > 1:52:09How now, where's the King?

1:52:09 > 1:52:11My lord of Gloucester hath conveyed him hence.

1:52:11 > 1:52:13Some five- or six-and-thirty of his knights

1:52:13 > 1:52:15Are gone with him towards Dover, where they boast

1:52:15 > 1:52:17To have well-armed friends.

1:52:17 > 1:52:20- Get horses for your mistress. - Farewell, sweet lord, and sister.

1:52:20 > 1:52:23Edmund, farewell.

1:52:28 > 1:52:30Go seek the traitor Gloucester.

1:52:30 > 1:52:33Pinion him like a thief, bring him before us.

1:52:39 > 1:52:42Though well we may not pass upon his life

1:52:42 > 1:52:44Without the form of justice...

1:52:47 > 1:52:48..yet our power...

1:52:49 > 1:52:51..Shall do courtesy

1:52:51 > 1:52:53to our wrath...

1:52:54 > 1:52:58..which men May blame but not control.

1:53:04 > 1:53:06Who's there? The traitor?

1:53:06 > 1:53:08Ingrateful fox, 'tis he.

1:53:08 > 1:53:11- Bind fast his corky arms. - What mean your graces?

1:53:11 > 1:53:14Good my friends, consider - you are my guests.

1:53:14 > 1:53:17Do me no foul play, friends.

1:53:17 > 1:53:18Bind him, I say!

1:53:18 > 1:53:21Hard, hard. O, filthy traitor!

1:53:21 > 1:53:23Unmerciful lady as you are, I'm none.

1:53:23 > 1:53:26To this chair bind him.

1:53:29 > 1:53:31Villain, thou shalt find...

1:53:31 > 1:53:34By the kind gods, 'tis most ignobly done

1:53:34 > 1:53:35To pluck me by the beard.

1:53:35 > 1:53:38So white, and such a traitor!

1:53:39 > 1:53:40Naughty lady,

1:53:40 > 1:53:43These hairs which thou dost ravish from my chin

1:53:43 > 1:53:45Will quicken and accuse thee.

1:53:46 > 1:53:47I am your host.

1:53:49 > 1:53:51With robber's hands my hospitable favours

1:53:51 > 1:53:53You should not ruffle thus.

1:53:56 > 1:53:57What will you do?

1:54:01 > 1:54:07Come, sir, what letters had you late from France?

1:54:07 > 1:54:10Be simple answered, for we know the truth.

1:54:10 > 1:54:12And what confederacy have you with the traitors,

1:54:12 > 1:54:13Late footed in the kingdom?

1:54:13 > 1:54:17To whose hands you have sent the lunatic King.

1:54:17 > 1:54:20- Speak!- I have a letter guessingly set down

1:54:20 > 1:54:23Which came from one that's of a neutral heart,

1:54:23 > 1:54:25- and not from one opposed. - Cunning.- And false!

1:54:25 > 1:54:27Where hast thou sent the King?

1:54:28 > 1:54:30To Dover.

1:54:31 > 1:54:32Wherefore to Dover?

1:54:32 > 1:54:37- Wast thou not charged at... - Wherefore to Dover?

1:54:37 > 1:54:39Let him first answer that.

1:54:40 > 1:54:43Wherefore to Dover, sir?

1:54:43 > 1:54:46Because I would not see thy cruel nails

1:54:46 > 1:54:50Pluck out his poor old eyes, nor thy fierce sister

1:54:50 > 1:54:53In his anointed flesh stick boarish fangs.

1:54:53 > 1:54:55See't shalt thou never.

1:54:55 > 1:54:57Fellows, hold the chair.

1:55:02 > 1:55:06HE GROANS

1:55:07 > 1:55:11Upon these eyes of thine I'll set my foot.

1:55:13 > 1:55:15HE GROANS

1:55:23 > 1:55:26O cruel! O you gods!

1:55:26 > 1:55:28One side will mock another th'other too.

1:55:28 > 1:55:30- If you see vengeance... - Hold your hand, my lord.

1:55:30 > 1:55:33I have served you ever since I was a child,

1:55:33 > 1:55:36But better service have I never done you

1:55:36 > 1:55:37Than now to bid you hold.

1:55:37 > 1:55:39How now, you dog!

1:55:39 > 1:55:43If you did wear a beard upon your chin, I'd shake it on this quarrel.

1:55:43 > 1:55:44What do you mean?

1:55:44 > 1:55:46My villein!

1:55:46 > 1:55:51Nay then, come on, and take the chance of anger.

1:55:55 > 1:55:57HE GROANS

1:55:57 > 1:56:00My lord, you have one eye left To see some mischief on him.

1:56:06 > 1:56:08SHE SCREAMS

1:56:08 > 1:56:10Lest it see more, prevent it.

1:56:10 > 1:56:13Out, vile jelly.

1:56:18 > 1:56:20Where is thy lustre now?

1:56:20 > 1:56:26All dark and comfortless? O, where is my son Edmund?

1:56:26 > 1:56:28Edmund, enkindle all the sparks of nature

1:56:28 > 1:56:30To quit this horrid act.

1:56:30 > 1:56:32Out, treacherous villain.

1:56:32 > 1:56:36Thou call'st on him that hates thee. It was he

1:56:36 > 1:56:40That made the overture of thy treasons to us,

1:56:40 > 1:56:42Who is too good to pity thee.

1:56:43 > 1:56:46O my follies! Then Edgar was abused?

1:56:46 > 1:56:50Kind gods, forgive me that and prosper him.

1:56:50 > 1:56:54Go, thrust him out at gates, and let him...

1:56:55 > 1:56:58..smell his way to Dover.

1:57:00 > 1:57:02How is't my lord? How look you?

1:57:04 > 1:57:06I have received a hurt.

1:57:07 > 1:57:09Follow me, lady.

1:57:09 > 1:57:13Turn out that eyeless villain. Throw this slave upon the dunghill.

1:57:13 > 1:57:15God!

1:57:15 > 1:57:18Untimely comes this hurt.

1:57:18 > 1:57:19Give me thine arm.

1:57:29 > 1:57:35I'll never care what wickedness I do If this man comes to good.

1:57:35 > 1:57:37If she live long

1:57:37 > 1:57:39And in the end meet the old course of death,

1:57:39 > 1:57:41Women will all turn monsters.

1:57:41 > 1:57:46Go now, and fetch some flax and whites of eggs

1:57:46 > 1:57:47To apply to his bleeding face.

1:58:02 > 1:58:04Now heaven help him!

1:59:15 > 1:59:22O my good lord, I have been your tenant, and your father's tenant.

1:59:22 > 1:59:25Away, get thee away, good friend, be gone.

1:59:25 > 1:59:28Thy comforts can do me no good at all.

1:59:28 > 1:59:29Thee they may hurt.

1:59:29 > 1:59:33Alack, sir, you cannot see your way.

1:59:33 > 1:59:37I have no way, and therefore want no eyes.

1:59:38 > 1:59:41I stumbled when I saw. Full oft 'tis seen

1:59:41 > 1:59:44Our means secure us and our mere defects

1:59:44 > 1:59:46Prove our commodities.

1:59:48 > 1:59:49O dear son Edgar,

1:59:49 > 1:59:52The food of thy abused father's wrath,

1:59:52 > 1:59:56Might I but live to see thee in my touch,

1:59:56 > 1:59:58I'd say I had eyes again.

2:00:03 > 2:00:05- Oh Gods! - How now? Who's there?

2:00:05 > 2:00:09'Tis poor mad Tom. Fellow, where goest?

2:00:09 > 2:00:12- Is it a beggar-man? - Madman and beggar too.

2:00:12 > 2:00:16He has some reason, else he could not beg.

2:00:16 > 2:00:19In the last night's storm I such a fellow saw,

2:00:19 > 2:00:21who made me think a man a worm.

2:00:23 > 2:00:26My son came then into my mind, and yet my mind

2:00:26 > 2:00:29Was then scarce friends with him.

2:00:29 > 2:00:30I have heard more since.

2:00:31 > 2:00:35As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods,

2:00:35 > 2:00:37they kill us for their sport.

2:00:38 > 2:00:39Bless thee, master.

2:00:41 > 2:00:44Is that the naked fellow?

2:00:44 > 2:00:45Ay, my lord.

2:00:45 > 2:00:48Then prithee get thee gone. If for my sake

2:00:48 > 2:00:51Thou wilt o'ertake us hence a mile or twain

2:00:51 > 2:00:54In the way to Dover, do it for ancient love,

2:00:54 > 2:00:57And bring some covering for this naked soul,

2:00:57 > 2:00:58Which I'll entreat to lead me.

2:00:58 > 2:01:01Alack, sir, he is mad.

2:01:01 > 2:01:03HE LAUGHS

2:01:03 > 2:01:07'Tis the time's plague when madmen lead the blind.

2:01:07 > 2:01:12Do as I bid thee, or rather do thy pleasure. Above the rest, be gone.

2:01:12 > 2:01:15I'll bring him the best 'pparel that I have,

2:01:15 > 2:01:16Come on't what will.

2:01:19 > 2:01:21Sirrah, naked fellow.

2:01:23 > 2:01:24Poor Tom's a-cold.

2:01:26 > 2:01:28Come hither, fellow.

2:01:28 > 2:01:30Bless thy sweet eyes, they bleed.

2:01:32 > 2:01:34Knowest thou the way to Dover?

2:01:34 > 2:01:37Both stile and gate, horseway and footpath.

2:01:37 > 2:01:40Poor Tom hath been scared out of his good wits.

2:01:40 > 2:01:43Bless thee, goodman's son, from the foul fiend.

2:01:43 > 2:01:48Here, take this purse, thou whom the heavens' plagues

2:01:48 > 2:01:52Have humbled to all strokes. That I am wretched

2:01:52 > 2:01:54Makes thee the happier.

2:01:54 > 2:01:56Heavens deal so still!

2:01:56 > 2:01:58Let the superfluous and lust-dieted man

2:01:58 > 2:02:01That slaves your ordinance, that will not see

2:02:01 > 2:02:05Because he doth not feel, feel your power quickly,

2:02:05 > 2:02:09So distribution should undo excess and each man have enough.

2:02:11 > 2:02:12Dost thou know Dover?

2:02:14 > 2:02:16Ay, master.

2:02:16 > 2:02:19There is a cliff whose high and bending head

2:02:19 > 2:02:21Looks fearfully in the confined deep.

2:02:21 > 2:02:24Bring me but to the very brim of it,

2:02:24 > 2:02:26And I'll repair the misery thou dost bear

2:02:26 > 2:02:28With something rich about me.

2:02:29 > 2:02:31From that place I shall no leading need.

2:02:31 > 2:02:33Give me thy arm.

2:02:35 > 2:02:37Poor Tom shall lead thee.

2:02:42 > 2:02:45Welcome, my lord.

2:02:45 > 2:02:48I marvel our mild husband Not met us on the way.

2:02:48 > 2:02:50Now, where's your master?

2:02:50 > 2:02:53Madam, within, but never man so changed.

2:02:53 > 2:02:56I told him of the army that was landed.

2:02:56 > 2:02:58He smiled at it.

2:02:59 > 2:03:03I told him you were coming - His answer was "The worse."

2:03:03 > 2:03:06Of Gloucester's treachery

2:03:06 > 2:03:09And of the loyal service of his son,

2:03:09 > 2:03:12When I informed him, then he called me sot,

2:03:12 > 2:03:15And told me I had turned the wrong side out.

2:03:15 > 2:03:18What most he should dislike seems pleasant to him,

2:03:18 > 2:03:20What like, offensive.

2:03:20 > 2:03:22Then shall you go no further.

2:03:22 > 2:03:24It is the cowish terror of his spirit

2:03:24 > 2:03:26That dares not undertake.

2:03:26 > 2:03:30He'll not feel wrongs Which tie him to an answer.

2:03:30 > 2:03:32Back, Edmund, to my brother.

2:03:32 > 2:03:35Hasten his musters and conduct his powers.

2:03:35 > 2:03:38I must change names at home and give the distaff

2:03:38 > 2:03:43Into my husband's hands. This trusty servant

2:03:43 > 2:03:45Shall pass between us.

2:03:47 > 2:03:50Ere long you are like to hear -

2:03:50 > 2:03:54If you dare venture in your own behalf -

2:03:54 > 2:03:56A mistress's command.

2:03:59 > 2:04:01Wear this. Spare speech.

2:04:04 > 2:04:08This kiss, if it durst speak,

2:04:08 > 2:04:11Would stretch your spirit up into the air.

2:04:14 > 2:04:16Conceive, and fare thee well.

2:04:28 > 2:04:31Yours in the ranks of death.

2:04:34 > 2:04:35Mm! Hmm!

2:04:38 > 2:04:41My most dear Gloucester.

2:04:43 > 2:04:46O, the difference of man and man!

2:04:48 > 2:04:51To thee a woman's services are due.

2:04:51 > 2:04:54- A fool usurps my bed. - Madam, here comes my lord.

2:04:56 > 2:04:58I have been worth the whistling.

2:04:58 > 2:05:02O Goneril, you are not worth the dust

2:05:02 > 2:05:05Which the rude wind blows in your face.

2:05:05 > 2:05:08I fear your disposition.

2:05:08 > 2:05:11That nature which contemns its origin

2:05:11 > 2:05:14Cannot be bordered certain in itself.

2:05:14 > 2:05:17She that herself will sliver and disbranch

2:05:17 > 2:05:20From her material sap Perforce must wither,

2:05:20 > 2:05:22And come to deadly use.

2:05:22 > 2:05:24No more, the text is foolish.

2:05:25 > 2:05:29Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile,

2:05:29 > 2:05:32Filths savour but themselves.

2:05:32 > 2:05:34What have you done?

2:05:35 > 2:05:39Tigers, not daughters, what have you performed?

2:05:39 > 2:05:41Could Cornwall suffer you to do it?

2:05:44 > 2:05:46If that the heavens do not their visible spirits

2:05:46 > 2:05:52Send quickly down to tame these vile offences, it will come.

2:05:54 > 2:05:57Humanity must perforce prey on itself,

2:05:57 > 2:05:59Like monsters of the deep.

2:05:59 > 2:06:03Milk-livered man, That bear'st a cheek for blows,

2:06:03 > 2:06:04a head for wrongs,

2:06:04 > 2:06:08That hast not in thy brows an eye discerning

2:06:08 > 2:06:10Thine honour from thy suffering.

2:06:10 > 2:06:12Where's thy drum?!

2:06:12 > 2:06:16France spreads his banners in our noiseless land.

2:06:16 > 2:06:20With plumed helm thy state begins to threats,

2:06:20 > 2:06:23Whilst thou, a moral fool, sits still and cries,

2:06:23 > 2:06:27- "Alack, why does he so?! - See thyself, devil!

2:06:27 > 2:06:30Proper deformity shows not in the fiend

2:06:30 > 2:06:32So horrid as in woman.

2:06:32 > 2:06:35- O vain fool! - Thou changed and self-covered thing,

2:06:35 > 2:06:39for shame be-monster not thy feature.

2:06:39 > 2:06:42Were't my fitness to let these hands obey my blood,

2:06:42 > 2:06:46They are apt enough to dislocate and tear thy flesh and bones.

2:06:46 > 2:06:51Howe'er thou art a fiend, a woman's shape doth shield thee.

2:06:51 > 2:06:54Marry, thy manhood, mew!

2:06:54 > 2:06:59- What news?- O, my good lord, The Duke of Cornwall's dead,

2:06:59 > 2:07:01Slain by his servant, going to put out

2:07:01 > 2:07:02The other eye of Gloucester.

2:07:02 > 2:07:04Gloucester's eyes?

2:07:04 > 2:07:06A servant that he bred, thrilled with remorse,

2:07:06 > 2:07:09Opposed against the act, bending his sword

2:07:09 > 2:07:11To his great master, who, thereat enraged,

2:07:11 > 2:07:14Flew on him and amongst them felled him dead.

2:07:14 > 2:07:17But not without that harmful stroke which since

2:07:17 > 2:07:18Hath plucked him after.

2:07:18 > 2:07:20This shows you are above,

2:07:20 > 2:07:23You justicers, that these our nether crimes

2:07:23 > 2:07:25So speedily can venge.

2:07:25 > 2:07:28But, O, poor Gloucester, Lost he his other eye?

2:07:28 > 2:07:30Both, both, my lord.

2:07:30 > 2:07:34This letter, madam, craves a speedy answer. 'Tis from your sister.

2:07:34 > 2:07:36I'll read and answer.

2:07:40 > 2:07:43Where was his son when they did take his eyes?

2:07:43 > 2:07:44Come with my lady hither.

2:07:44 > 2:07:48- He is not here.- No, my good lord, I met him back again.

2:07:48 > 2:07:50Knows he the wickedness?

2:07:50 > 2:07:53Ay, my good lord, 'twas he informed against him

2:07:53 > 2:07:56And quit the house on purpose that their punishment

2:07:56 > 2:07:57Might have the freer course.

2:07:57 > 2:08:01Gloucester, I live to thank thee for the love thou showd'st the King

2:08:01 > 2:08:04And to revenge thine eyes.

2:08:04 > 2:08:08Come hither, friend, tell me what more thou know'st.

2:08:12 > 2:08:14Alack, 'tis he.

2:08:14 > 2:08:18Why, he was met even now As mad as the vexed sea,

2:08:18 > 2:08:20singing aloud,

2:08:20 > 2:08:23Crowned with rank fumiter and furrow-weeds,

2:08:23 > 2:08:26With burdock, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers,

2:08:26 > 2:08:29Darnel and all the idle weeds that grow

2:08:29 > 2:08:30In our sustaining corn.

2:08:30 > 2:08:34A century send forth. Search every acre in the high-grown field

2:08:34 > 2:08:36And bring him to our eye.

2:08:37 > 2:08:41What can man's wisdom In the restoring his bereaved sense?

2:08:41 > 2:08:44He that helps him take all my outward worth.

2:08:44 > 2:08:47There are means, madam.

2:08:47 > 2:08:49The foster nurse of nature is repose,

2:08:49 > 2:08:52The which he lacks, that to provoke in him

2:08:52 > 2:08:55Are many simples operative, whose power

2:08:55 > 2:08:57Will close the eye of anguish.

2:08:57 > 2:08:59All blest secrets.

2:08:59 > 2:09:02All you unpublished virtues of the earth,

2:09:02 > 2:09:04Spring with my tears.

2:09:04 > 2:09:07Be aidant and remediate In the good man's distress.

2:09:08 > 2:09:12Seek, seek for him, Lest his ungoverned rage

2:09:12 > 2:09:15dissolve the life That wants the means to lead it.

2:09:15 > 2:09:17News, madam - the British powers are marching hitherward.

2:09:17 > 2:09:20'Tis known before. Our preparation stands

2:09:20 > 2:09:22In expectation of them.

2:09:22 > 2:09:26O dear father, It is thy business that I go about.

2:09:26 > 2:09:29No blown ambition doth our arms incite,

2:09:29 > 2:09:34But love, dear love, and our aged father's right.

2:09:34 > 2:09:36Soon may I hear and see him.

2:09:38 > 2:09:40But are my brother's powers set forth?

2:09:40 > 2:09:43- Ay, madam.- Himself in person there?

2:09:43 > 2:09:46Madam, with much ado. Your sister is the better soldier.

2:09:46 > 2:09:50Lord Edmund spake not with your lord at home?

2:09:50 > 2:09:53- No, madam.- What might import my sister's letters to him?

2:09:53 > 2:09:54I know not, lady.

2:09:54 > 2:09:57Faith, he is posted hence on serious matter.

2:09:57 > 2:10:01It was great ignorance, Gloucester's eyes being out,

2:10:01 > 2:10:04To let him live. Where he arrives he moves

2:10:04 > 2:10:06All hearts against us.

2:10:06 > 2:10:10Edmund, I think, is gone, in pity of his misery to dispatch

2:10:10 > 2:10:13His nighted life. Moreover, to descry

2:10:13 > 2:10:14The strength of the enemy.

2:10:14 > 2:10:17I must needs after him, madam, with my letter.

2:10:17 > 2:10:20Stay with us. The ways are dangerous.

2:10:20 > 2:10:26I may not, madam. My lady charged my duty in this business.

2:10:26 > 2:10:28Why might she write to Edmund?

2:10:28 > 2:10:32Might not you transport her purposes by word?

2:10:32 > 2:10:35Belike - some things, I know not what...

2:10:36 > 2:10:38..I'll love thee much.

2:10:40 > 2:10:43- Let me unseal the letter. - Madam, I had rather...

2:10:43 > 2:10:47I know your lady does not love her husband, I am sure of that.

2:10:47 > 2:10:51And at her late being here She gave strange glances

2:10:51 > 2:10:53and most speaking looks To noble Edmund.

2:10:53 > 2:10:55I know you are of her bosom.

2:10:55 > 2:11:00- I, madam?- I speak in understanding, you are, I know it.

2:11:00 > 2:11:03Therefore I do advise you take this note.

2:11:03 > 2:11:05My lord is dead.

2:11:06 > 2:11:10Edmund and I have talked,

2:11:10 > 2:11:12and more convenient is he for my hand

2:11:12 > 2:11:13Than for your lady's.

2:11:13 > 2:11:15You may gather more.

2:11:15 > 2:11:18If you do find him, pray you give him this.

2:11:18 > 2:11:21And when your mistress hears thus much from you,

2:11:21 > 2:11:24I pray desire her call her wisdom to her.

2:11:26 > 2:11:27So fare you well.

2:11:30 > 2:11:33If you do chance to hear of that blind traitor,

2:11:33 > 2:11:37Preferment falls on him that cuts him off.

2:11:37 > 2:11:39Would I could meet him, madam, I should show

2:11:39 > 2:11:41What party I do follow.

2:11:41 > 2:11:42Fare thee well.

2:11:50 > 2:11:53When... When shall I come to the top of that same hill?

2:11:53 > 2:11:56You do climb up it now. Look how we labour.

2:11:57 > 2:11:59- Methinks the ground is even. - Horrible steep.

2:11:59 > 2:12:02Hark, do you hear the sea?

2:12:02 > 2:12:04No, truly.

2:12:04 > 2:12:06Why then, your other senses grow imperfect

2:12:06 > 2:12:08By your eyes' anguish.

2:12:08 > 2:12:09So might it be indeed.

2:12:09 > 2:12:13Methinkest thy voice is altered and thou speak'st

2:12:13 > 2:12:16In better phrase and matter than thou didst.

2:12:16 > 2:12:19You're much deceived - in nothing am I changed

2:12:19 > 2:12:21But in my garments.

2:12:21 > 2:12:23- Methinks you're better spoken. - Come on, sir.

2:12:29 > 2:12:31Here's the place.

2:12:31 > 2:12:32Stand still.

2:12:33 > 2:12:38How fearful and dizzy 'tis to cast one's eyes so low.

2:12:39 > 2:12:42The crows and choughs that wing the midway air

2:12:42 > 2:12:45Show scarce so gross as beetles. Half-way down

2:12:45 > 2:12:49Hangs one that gathers samphire, dreadful trade.

2:12:49 > 2:12:52Methinks he seems no bigger than his head.

2:12:53 > 2:12:56The fishermen that walk upon the beach

2:12:56 > 2:12:58Appear like mice,

2:12:58 > 2:13:02and yon tall anchoring barque Diminished to her cock,

2:13:02 > 2:13:05her cock a buoy Almost too small for sight.

2:13:06 > 2:13:08The murmuring surge

2:13:08 > 2:13:12That on th'unnumbered idle pebbles chafes,

2:13:12 > 2:13:13Cannot be heard so high.

2:13:14 > 2:13:17I'll look no more, Lest my brain turn

2:13:17 > 2:13:20and the deficient sight Topple down headlong.

2:13:20 > 2:13:22Set me where you stand.

2:13:23 > 2:13:24Give me your hand.

2:13:29 > 2:13:33You are now within a foot Of the extreme verge.

2:13:33 > 2:13:36For all beneath the moon Would I not leap upright.

2:13:36 > 2:13:37Let go of my hand.

2:13:39 > 2:13:41Here, friend, is another purse.

2:13:42 > 2:13:45In it a jewel Well worth a poor man's taking.

2:13:45 > 2:13:48Fairies and gods prosper it with thee.

2:13:49 > 2:13:50Go thou farther off.

2:13:51 > 2:13:54Bid me farewell and let me hear thee going.

2:13:55 > 2:13:57Now fare ye well, good sir.

2:13:57 > 2:13:58With all my heart.

2:14:00 > 2:14:02O ye gods,

2:14:02 > 2:14:05This world I do renounce and in your sights

2:14:05 > 2:14:08Shake patiently my great affliction off.

2:14:10 > 2:14:12If I could bear it longer and not fall

2:14:12 > 2:14:15To quarrel with your great opposeless wills,

2:14:15 > 2:14:18My snuff and loathsome part of nature

2:14:18 > 2:14:20Would burn itself out.

2:14:21 > 2:14:23If Edgar live...

2:14:25 > 2:14:26..O, bless him!

2:14:27 > 2:14:29Now, fellow...

2:14:31 > 2:14:32..fare thee well!

2:14:32 > 2:14:33Gone, sir.

2:14:54 > 2:14:56Alive or dead?

2:14:57 > 2:14:59Ho, you sir!

2:15:01 > 2:15:05Friend, hear you, sir?

2:15:06 > 2:15:07Speak!

2:15:09 > 2:15:10What are you, sir?

2:15:10 > 2:15:12Away and let me die.

2:15:12 > 2:15:16Hadst thou been aught but gossamer, feathers, air,

2:15:16 > 2:15:19So many fathom down precipitating,

2:15:19 > 2:15:21Thou'dst shivered like an egg.

2:15:21 > 2:15:23But thou dost breathe,

2:15:23 > 2:15:26Hast heavy substance,

2:15:26 > 2:15:29bleed'st not, speak'st, art sound.

2:15:29 > 2:15:32Ten masts at each make not the altitude

2:15:32 > 2:15:34Which thou hast perpendicularly fell.

2:15:35 > 2:15:37Thy life's a miracle.

2:15:38 > 2:15:39Speak yet again.

2:15:39 > 2:15:41But have I fallen, or no?

2:15:41 > 2:15:44From the dread summit of this chalky bourn.

2:15:44 > 2:15:48Look up a-height - the shrill-gorged lark so far

2:15:48 > 2:15:50Cannot be seen or heard.

2:15:50 > 2:15:52Do but look up.

2:15:52 > 2:15:55Alack, I have no eyes!

2:15:56 > 2:15:59Is wretchedness deprived that benefit

2:15:59 > 2:16:00To end itself by death?

2:16:01 > 2:16:03'Twas yet some comfort

2:16:03 > 2:16:06When misery could beguile the tyrant's rage

2:16:06 > 2:16:09And frustrate his proud will.

2:16:09 > 2:16:10Give me your arm.

2:16:10 > 2:16:12Up.

2:16:14 > 2:16:16So.

2:16:22 > 2:16:24How is't?

2:16:24 > 2:16:25Feel you your legs?

2:16:25 > 2:16:27You stand.

2:16:27 > 2:16:29Too well, too well.

2:16:29 > 2:16:31This is above all strangeness.

2:16:33 > 2:16:35Upon the crown o'the cliff what thing was that

2:16:35 > 2:16:37Which parted from you?

2:16:37 > 2:16:38A poor unfortunate beggar.

2:16:38 > 2:16:40As I stood here below

2:16:40 > 2:16:44methought his eyes Were two full moons.

2:16:44 > 2:16:47He had a thousand noses,

2:16:47 > 2:16:51Horns whelked and waved like the enraged sea.

2:16:52 > 2:16:54It was some fiend.

2:16:55 > 2:17:00Therefore, thou happy father, Think that the clearest gods,

2:17:00 > 2:17:02who make them honours Of men's impossibilities,

2:17:02 > 2:17:04have preserved thee.

2:17:06 > 2:17:07I do remember now.

2:17:08 > 2:17:13Henceforth I'll bear affliction Till it do cry out itself,

2:17:13 > 2:17:16"Enough, enough," and die.

2:17:16 > 2:17:21That thing you speak of, I took it for a man.

2:17:21 > 2:17:24Oft 'twould say, "The fiend, the fiend."

2:17:25 > 2:17:26He led me to that place.

2:17:28 > 2:17:31Bear free and patient thoughts.

2:17:31 > 2:17:33No!

2:17:38 > 2:17:41They cannot touch me for coining.

2:17:41 > 2:17:42I am the King himself.

2:17:42 > 2:17:45O thou side-piercing sight!

2:17:46 > 2:17:49Nature's above art in that respect.

2:17:51 > 2:17:53There's your press-money.

2:17:57 > 2:18:01That fellow handles his bow like a crow-keeper.

2:18:01 > 2:18:03Draw me a clothier's yard.

2:18:05 > 2:18:09Look, look, a mouse! Peace, peace.

2:18:10 > 2:18:13This piece of toasted cheese will do it.

2:18:15 > 2:18:16There.

2:18:22 > 2:18:25There's my gauntlet, I'll prove it on a giant.

2:18:27 > 2:18:29Bring up the brown bills.

2:18:29 > 2:18:32O, well flown, bird,

2:18:32 > 2:18:34in the clout,

2:18:34 > 2:18:35in the clout!

2:18:35 > 2:18:37Psst! Bzzz!

2:18:37 > 2:18:40MAKES BUZZING NOISES

2:18:44 > 2:18:45Give the word.

2:18:45 > 2:18:47Sweet marjoram.

2:18:47 > 2:18:48Pass.

2:18:48 > 2:18:50I know that voice.

2:18:50 > 2:18:54Ha! Goneril with a white beard?

2:18:55 > 2:18:58They flattered me like a dog and told me

2:18:58 > 2:19:03I had the white hairs in my beard ere the black ones were there

2:19:03 > 2:19:09to say "ay" and "no" to everything I said "ay" and "no" to

2:19:09 > 2:19:10was no good divinity.

2:19:12 > 2:19:18When the rain came to wet me once and the wind to make me chatter,

2:19:18 > 2:19:21when the thunder would not peace at my bidding,

2:19:21 > 2:19:24there I found 'em, there I smelt 'em out.

2:19:24 > 2:19:27Go to, you are not men of your words.

2:19:28 > 2:19:30They told me I was everything.

2:19:30 > 2:19:34'Tis a lie, I am not ague-proof.

2:19:34 > 2:19:38The trick of that voice I do well remember - is't not the King?

2:19:38 > 2:19:40Ay, every inch a king.

2:19:40 > 2:19:45When I do stare, see how the subject quakes.

2:19:45 > 2:19:49I pardon that man's life. What was thy cause?

2:19:49 > 2:19:52Adultery? Thou shalt not die -

2:19:52 > 2:19:55die for adultery? No!

2:19:55 > 2:19:58The wren goes to it, and the small gilded fly

2:19:58 > 2:20:01Does lecher in my sight.

2:20:01 > 2:20:04Let copulation thrive.

2:20:06 > 2:20:08For Gloucester's bastard son

2:20:08 > 2:20:11Was kinder to his father than were my daughters

2:20:11 > 2:20:13Got 'tween the lawful sheets.

2:20:13 > 2:20:17To it, luxury, pell-mell!

2:20:17 > 2:20:19For I lack soldiers.

2:20:20 > 2:20:23Behold yond simp'ring dame,

2:20:23 > 2:20:27Whose face between her forks presages snow,

2:20:27 > 2:20:30That minces virtue and does shake the head

2:20:30 > 2:20:32To hear of pleasure's name -

2:20:32 > 2:20:35The fitchew, nor the soiled horse, goes to it

2:20:35 > 2:20:38With a more riotous appetite.

2:20:38 > 2:20:41Down from the waist they are centaurs,

2:20:41 > 2:20:43Though women all above.

2:20:43 > 2:20:46But to the girdle do the gods inherit,

2:20:46 > 2:20:49Beneath it's all the fiends' -

2:20:49 > 2:20:52there's hell, there's darkness,

2:20:52 > 2:20:55There's the sulphurous pit -

2:20:55 > 2:20:58burning, scalding,

2:20:58 > 2:21:00Stench, consumption!

2:21:02 > 2:21:05Fie, fie, fie! Pah, pah!

2:21:07 > 2:21:10Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary,

2:21:10 > 2:21:13To sweeten my imagination.

2:21:13 > 2:21:16- There's money for thee. - O, let me kiss that hand!

2:21:16 > 2:21:20Let me wipe it first - it smells of mortality.

2:21:20 > 2:21:22O ruined piece of nature, that this great world

2:21:22 > 2:21:25Shall so wear out to naught. Dost thou know me?

2:21:26 > 2:21:28I remember thine eyes well enough.

2:21:29 > 2:21:32Dost thou squiny at me?

2:21:32 > 2:21:36No, do thy worst, blind Cupid, I'll not love.

2:21:38 > 2:21:43Read thou this challenge, mark but the penning of it.

2:21:43 > 2:21:46Were all the letters suns, I could not see one.

2:21:46 > 2:21:48- Read.- What? With the case of eyes?

2:21:48 > 2:21:50Oh-ho, are you there with me?

2:21:50 > 2:21:53No eyes in your head, nor no money in your purse?

2:21:53 > 2:21:56Your eyes are in a heavy case, your purse in a light,

2:21:56 > 2:21:59yet you see how this world goes.

2:21:59 > 2:22:02- I see it feelingly. - What, art mad?

2:22:02 > 2:22:05A man may see how this world goes with no eyes.

2:22:05 > 2:22:07Look with thine ears.

2:22:07 > 2:22:12See how yon justice rails upon yon simple thief.

2:22:12 > 2:22:16Hark in thine ear - change places and handy-dandy,

2:22:16 > 2:22:19which is the justice, which is the thief?

2:22:19 > 2:22:23Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar?

2:22:23 > 2:22:24Ay, sir.

2:22:24 > 2:22:28And the creature run from the cur - there thou mightst behold

2:22:28 > 2:22:31The great image of authority -

2:22:31 > 2:22:34A dog is obeyed in office.

2:22:34 > 2:22:38Thou, rascal beadle, hold thy bloody hand.

2:22:38 > 2:22:41Why dost thou lash that whore?

2:22:41 > 2:22:44Thou hotly lusts to use her in that kind

2:22:44 > 2:22:46For which thou whipp'st her.

2:22:51 > 2:22:55The usurer hangs the cozener.

2:22:56 > 2:23:01Through tattered clothes great vices do appear -

2:23:01 > 2:23:05Robes and furred gowns hide all.

2:23:05 > 2:23:07Plate sin with gold,

2:23:07 > 2:23:11And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks.

2:23:11 > 2:23:15Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw does pierce it.

2:23:15 > 2:23:18None does offend, none, I say none. I'll able 'em -

2:23:18 > 2:23:22Take that of me, my friend, who has the power

2:23:22 > 2:23:24To seal the accuser's lips.

2:23:24 > 2:23:26Get thee glass eyes,

2:23:26 > 2:23:32And like a scurvy politician seem To see the things thou dost not.

2:23:32 > 2:23:34Now, now, now, now.

2:23:35 > 2:23:39If thou wilt weep my fortunes, take my eyes.

2:23:39 > 2:23:42I know thee well enough.

2:23:43 > 2:23:45Thy name is Gloucester.

2:23:47 > 2:23:48Thou must be patient.

2:23:48 > 2:23:50We came crying hither.

2:23:51 > 2:23:55Thou know'st that when we are born, the first time we smell the air,

2:23:55 > 2:23:57We wawl and cry.

2:23:58 > 2:24:01- I will preach to thee. Mark me. - Alack, alack the day!

2:24:01 > 2:24:06When we are born, we cry that we have come

2:24:06 > 2:24:08To this great stage of fools.

2:24:09 > 2:24:10Ah!

2:24:10 > 2:24:12This a good block.

2:24:12 > 2:24:15It were a delicate stratagem, to shoe

2:24:15 > 2:24:16A troop of horse with felt.

2:24:16 > 2:24:19When I have stolen upon these son-in-laws,

2:24:19 > 2:24:23Then kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!

2:24:23 > 2:24:24O, here he is. Lay hand upon him.

2:24:26 > 2:24:27Sir, your most dear daughter...

2:24:27 > 2:24:28No rescue?

2:24:30 > 2:24:31What, a prisoner?

2:24:32 > 2:24:34I am even a natural fool of fortune.

2:24:34 > 2:24:36Use me well,

2:24:36 > 2:24:38you shall have ransom.

2:24:39 > 2:24:40Let me have surgeons.

2:24:40 > 2:24:42I am cut to the brains.

2:24:42 > 2:24:44- You shall have anything.- Good sir.

2:24:46 > 2:24:51I will die bravely, like a smug bridegroom.

2:24:51 > 2:24:52I will be jovial.

2:24:52 > 2:24:54Ha-ha-ha.

2:24:56 > 2:25:01Come, come, I am a king, my masters, know you that?

2:25:01 > 2:25:04- You are a royal one and we obey you.- Ah!

2:25:05 > 2:25:07Then, there's life in't.

2:25:07 > 2:25:08Come and you shall get it.

2:25:12 > 2:25:14And you shall get it by...

2:25:15 > 2:25:16..running.

2:25:16 > 2:25:18Sa, sa, sa, sa, sa, sa!

2:25:19 > 2:25:22Hail, gentle sir!

2:25:22 > 2:25:23Sir, speed you. What's your will?

2:25:23 > 2:25:25Do you hear aught, Sir, of a battle toward?

2:25:25 > 2:25:27Most sure and vulgar. Everyone hears that

2:25:27 > 2:25:28Which can distinguish sound.

2:25:28 > 2:25:30But, by your favour, how near's the other army?

2:25:30 > 2:25:33Near and on speedy foot. The main descry

2:25:33 > 2:25:35Stands on the hourly thought.

2:25:35 > 2:25:36I thank you, sir. That's all.

2:25:36 > 2:25:40You ever gentle gods, take my breath from me.

2:25:40 > 2:25:42Let not my worser spirit tempt me again

2:25:42 > 2:25:44To die before you please.

2:25:44 > 2:25:46Well pray you, father.