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Beweep this cause again, I’ll pluck ye out, [295]
And cast you, with the waters that you loose,
To temper clay. Yea, is’t come to this?
Ha! Let it be so: I have another daughter,

Who, I am sure, is kind and comfortable:
When she shall hear this of thee, with her nails [300]
She’ll flay thy wolvish visage. Thou shalt find
That I’ll resume the shape which thou dost think

I have cast off for ever.
(Exeunt Lear, Kent, and Attendants.)

GONERIL
Do you mark that?

ALBANY
I cannot be so partial, Goneril, [305]
To the great love I bear you, −

GONERIL
Pray you, content. What, Oswald, ho!

(To the Fool.) You, sir, more knave than fool, after your master.

FOOL
Nuncle Lear, Nuncle Lear! tarry, take the Fool with [310] thee.
A fox, when one has caught her,
And such a daughter,

Should sure to the slaughter,
If my cap would buy a halter;
So the Fool follows after. [315]
(Exit.)

GONERIL
This man hath had good counsel. A hundred knights!

’Tis politic and safe to let him keep
At point a hundred knights; yes, that on every dream,
Each buzz, each fancy, each complaint, dislike,

He may enguard his dotage with their powers, [320]