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Enter Oswald.
You, you, sirrah, where’s my daughter?
OSWALD
So please you − [45]
(Exit.)
LEAR
What says the fellow there? Call the clotpoll back.
(Exit a Knight.)
Where’s my Fool, ho? I think the world’s asleep.
Re-enter Knight.
How now! where’s that mongrel?
KNIGHT
He says, my Lord, your daughter is not well.
LEAR
Why came not the slave back to me when I call’d [50] him?
KNIGHT
Sir, he answered me in the roundest manner, he would not.
LEAR
He would not!
KNIGHT
My Lord, I know not what the matter is; but, to [55] my judgment, your
Highness is not entertain’d with that ceremonious affection as you were
wont; there’s a great abatement of kindness appears as well in the general
dependants as in the Duke himself also and your daughter.
LEAR
Ha! say’st thou so? [60]
KNIGHT
I beseech you, pardon me, my Lord, if I be mistaken; for my duty cannot be
