Page 1833 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

Your son and daughter found this trespass worth
The shame which here it suffers.

FOOL
Winter’s not gone yet, if the wild-geese fly that way. [45]
Fathers that wear rags
Do make their children blind,

But fathers that bear bags
Shall see their children kind.
Fortune, that arrant whore, [50]

Ne’er turns the key to th’poor.
But for all this thou shalt have as many dolours for thy daughters as thou
canst tell in a year.

LEAR
O! how this mother swells up toward my heart;
Hysterica passio! down, thou climbing sorrow! [55]

Thy element’s below. Where is this daughter?

KENT
With the Earl, Sir; here within.

LEAR
Follow me not; stay here.
(Exit.)

GENTLEMAN
Made you no more offence but what you speak of? [60]

KENT
None.

How chance the King comes with so small a number?

FOOL
And thou hadst been set i’th’stocks for that question, thou’dst well deserv’d it.

KENT