ACT 1
Scene 3

...can fashion fit.
Enter Goneril and Oswald, her Steward.

...of his Fool?
Ay, madam.

...it I’ll answer.
He’s coming, madam. I hear him.

...I have said.
Well, madam.

...Prepare for dinner.
They exit in different directions.

Scene 4

...my Fool hither.
Enter Oswald, the Steward.

...where’s my daughter?
So please you—
He exits.

...hither my Fool.
Enter Oswald, the Steward.

...am I, sir?
My lady’s father.

...slave, you cur!
I am none of these, my lord, I beseech your
pardon.

...me, you rascal?
Lear strikes him.
I’ll not be strucken, my lord.
KENT, tripping him

...you wisdom? So.
Oswald exits.

...showed th’ unfitness—
Enter Oswald, the Steward.

...to my sister?
Ay, madam.

...hasten your return.
Oswald exits.

ACT 2
Scene 2

...are right welcome.
Enter Kent in disguise and Oswald, the Steward, severally.
Good dawning to thee, friend. Art of this
house?

... Ay.
Where may we set our horses?

...I’ th’ mire.
Prithee, if thou lov’st me, tell me.

...love thee not.
Why then, I care not for thee.

...care for me.
Why dost thou use me thus? I know thee not.

...I know thee.
What dost thou know me for?

...of thy addition.
Why, what a monstrous fellow art thou thus
to rail on one that is neither known of thee nor
knows thee!

...cullionly barbermonger. Draw!
Away! I have nothing to do with thee.

...Come your ways.
Help, ho! Murder! Help!

...neat slave! Strike!
He beats Oswald.
Help, ho! Murder, murder!

...your difference? Speak.
I am scarce in breath, my lord.

...grew your quarrel?
This ancient ruffian, sir, whose life I have
spared at suit of his gray beard—

...gave him?
I never gave him any.
It pleased the King his master very late
To strike at me, upon his misconstruction;
When he, compact, and flattering his displeasure,
Tripped me behind; being down, insulted, railed,
And put upon him such a deal of man
That worthied him, got praises of the King
For him attempting who was self-subdued;
And in the fleshment of this dread exploit,
Drew on me here again.

...good lord, away.
All but Gloucester and Kent exit.

Scene 4

...soon be here.
Enter Oswald, the Steward.

...o’ th’ storm.
They exit.

ACT 3
Scene 7

...lord of Gloucester.
Enter Oswald, the Steward.

...Where’s the King?
My lord of Gloucester hath conveyed him hence.
Some five- or six-and-thirty of his knights,
Hot questrists after him, met him at gate,
Who, with some other of the lord’s dependents,
Are gone with him toward Dover, where they boast
To have well-armèd friends.

...for your mistress.
Oswald exits.

ACT 4
Scene 2

...on the way.
Enter Oswald, the Steward.

...where’s your master?
Madam, within, but never man so changed.
I told him of the army that was landed;
He smiled at it. I told him you were coming;
His answer was “The worse.” Of Gloucester’s treachery
And of the loyal service of his son
When I informed him, then he called me “sot”
And told me I had turned the wrong side out.
What most he should dislike seems pleasant to him;
What like, offensive.

...usurps my body.
Madam, here comes my lord.
He exits.

Scene 5

...and see him.
Enter Regan and Oswald, the Steward.

...powers set forth?
Ay, madam.

...in person there?
Madam, with much ado.
Your sister is the better soldier.

...lord at home?
No, madam.

...letter to him?
I know not, lady.

...o’ th’ enemy.
I must needs after him, madam, with my letter.

...ways are dangerous.
I may not, madam.
My lady charged my duty in this business.

...unseal the letter.
Madam, I had rather—

...of her bosom.
I, madam?

...cuts him off.
Would I could meet him, madam. I should show
What party I do follow.

...Fare thee well.
They exit.

Scene 6

...boot, and boot.
Enter Oswald, the Steward.
drawing his sword
A proclaimed prize! Most happy!
That eyeless head of thine was first framed flesh
To raise my fortunes. Thou old unhappy traitor,
Briefly thyself remember; the sword is out
That must destroy thee.

...Gloucester and Oswald.
Wherefore, bold peasant,
Dar’st thou support a published traitor? Hence,
Lest that th’ infection of his fortune take
Like hold on thee. Let go his arm.

...without vurther ’casion.
Let go, slave, or thou diest!

...plain with you.
Out, dunghill.

...vor your foins.
They fight.
falling
Slave, thou hast slain me. Villain, take my purse.
If ever thou wilt thrive, bury my body,
And give the letters which thou find’st about me
To Edmund, Earl of Gloucester. Seek him out
Upon the English party. O, untimely death! Death!
He dies.

...with a friend.
They exit.