Page 1800 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

I’ll not be strucken, my Lord.

KENT
Nor tripp’d neither, you base foot-ball player.
(Tripping up his heels.)

LEAR
I thank thee, fellow; thou serv’st me, and I’ll love [85] thee.

KENT
Come, sir, arise, away! I’ll teach you differences: away, away! If you will
measure your lubber’s length again, tarry; but away! Go to; have you

wisdom? (Exit Oswald.) So. [90]

LEAR
Now, my friendly knave, I thank thee: there’s earnest of thy service.
(Gives Kent money.)

Enter Fool.

FOOL
Let me hire him too: here’s my coxcomb.

(Offers Kent his cap.)

LEAR
How now, my pretty knave! how dost thou?

FOOL
Sirrah, you were best take my coxcomb. [95]

KENT
Why, Fool?

FOOL
Why? for taking one’s part that’s out of favour. Nay, and thou canst not smile
as the wind sits, thou’lt catch cold shortly: there, take my coxcomb. Why, this

fellow has banish’d two on’s daughters, and did the third a [100] blessing