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King Lear
[I, 3] |
Goneril |
505 |
Did my father strike my gentleman for chiding of his fool?
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King Lear
[I, 4] |
Lear |
571 |
Follow me; thou shalt serve me. If I like thee no worse after
dinner, I will not part from thee yet. Dinner, ho, dinner!
Where's my knave? my fool? Go you and call my fool hither.
[Exit an attendant.]
[Enter [Oswald the] Steward.]
You, you, sirrah, where's my daughter?
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3 |
King Lear
[I, 4] |
Lear |
578 |
What says the fellow there? Call the clotpoll back.
[Exit a Knight.] Where's my fool, ho? I think the world's
asleep.
[Enter Knight]
How now? Where's that mongrel?
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4 |
King Lear
[I, 4] |
Lear |
595 |
Thou but rememb'rest me of mine own conception. I have
perceived a most faint neglect of late, which I have rather
blamed as mine own jealous curiosity than as a very pretence
and purpose of unkindness. I will look further into't. But
where's my fool? I have not seen him this two days.
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5 |
King Lear
[I, 4] |
Knight |
600 |
Since my young lady's going into France, sir, the fool
hath much pined away.
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6 |
King Lear
[I, 4] |
Lear |
602 |
No more of that; I have noted it well. Go you and tell my
daughter I would speak with her. [Exit Knight.] Go you, call
hither my fool.
[Exit an Attendant.]
[Enter [Oswald the] Steward.]
O, you, sir, you! Come you hither, sir. Who am I, sir?
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7 |
King Lear
[I, 4] |
(stage directions) |
624 |
Enter Fool.
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8 |
King Lear
[I, 4] |
Earl of Kent |
629 |
Why, fool?
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9 |
King Lear
[I, 4] |
Earl of Kent |
656 |
This is nothing, fool.
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10 |
King Lear
[I, 4] |
Fool |
660 |
[to Kent] Prithee tell him, so much the rent of his land
comes to. He will not believe a fool.
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11 |
King Lear
[I, 4] |
Lear |
662 |
A bitter fool!
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12 |
King Lear
[I, 4] |
Fool |
663 |
Dost thou know the difference, my boy, between a bitter
fool and a sweet fool?
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13 |
King Lear
[I, 4] |
Fool |
666 |
That lord that counsell'd thee
To give away thy land,
Come place him here by me-
Do thou for him stand.
The sweet and bitter fool
Will presently appear;
The one in motley here,
The other found out there.
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14 |
King Lear
[I, 4] |
Lear |
674 |
Dost thou call me fool, boy?
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15 |
King Lear
[I, 4] |
Earl of Kent |
677 |
This is not altogether fool, my lord.
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16 |
King Lear
[I, 4] |
Fool |
678 |
No, faith; lords and great men will not let me. If I had a
monopoly out, they would have part on't. And ladies too, they
will not let me have all the fool to myself; they'll be
snatching. Give me an egg, nuncle, and I'll give thee two
crowns.
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17 |
King Lear
[I, 4] |
Fool |
695 |
I have us'd it, nuncle, ever since thou mad'st thy daughters
thy mother; for when thou gav'st them the rod, and put'st down
thine own breeches,
[Sings] Then they for sudden joy did weep,
And I for sorrow sung,
That such a king should play bo-peep
And go the fools among.
Prithee, nuncle, keep a schoolmaster that can teach thy fool to
lie. I would fain learn to lie.
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18 |
King Lear
[I, 4] |
Fool |
705 |
I marvel what kin thou and thy daughters are. They'll have me
whipp'd for speaking true; thou'lt have me whipp'd for lying;
and sometimes I am whipp'd for holding my peace. I had rather be
any kind o' thing than a fool! And yet I would not be thee,
nuncle. Thou hast pared thy wit o' both sides and left nothing
i' th' middle. Here comes one o' the parings.
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19 |
King Lear
[I, 4] |
Fool |
714 |
Thou wast a pretty fellow when thou hadst no need to care for
her frowning. Now thou art an O without a figure. I am better
than thou art now: I am a fool, thou art nothing.
[To Goneril] Yes, forsooth, I will hold my tongue. So your face
bids me, though you say nothing. Mum, mum!
He that keeps nor crust nor crum,
Weary of all, shall want some.-
[Points at Lear] That's a sheal'd peascod.
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King Lear
[I, 4] |
Goneril |
722 |
Not only, sir, this your all-licens'd fool,
But other of your insolent retinue
Do hourly carp and quarrel, breaking forth
In rank and not-to-be-endured riots. Sir,
I had thought, by making this well known unto you,
To have found a safe redress, but now grow fearful,
By what yourself, too, late have spoke and done,
That you protect this course, and put it on
By your allowance; which if you should, the fault
Would not scape censure, nor the redresses sleep,
Which, in the tender of a wholesome weal,
Might in their working do you that offence
Which else were shame, that then necessity
Must call discreet proceeding.
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