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silent when I think your Highness wrong’d.

LEAR
Thou but rememb’rest me of mine own conception: I have perceived a most
faint neglect of late; which I have [65] 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.

KNIGHT
Since my young Lady’s going into France, Sir, the [70] Fool hath much pined
away.

LEAR
No more of that; I have noted it well. Go you, and tell my daughter I would
speak with her.

(Exit an Attendant.)
Go you, call hither my Fool.
(Exit an Attendant.)
Re-enter Oswald.
O! you sir, you, come you hither, sir. [75]

Who am I, sir?

OSWALD
My Lady’s father.

LEAR
My Lady’s father!’ my Lord’s knave: you whoreson dog! you slave! you cur!

OSWALD
I am none of these, my Lord; I beseech your [80]
pardon.

LEAR

Do you bandy looks with me, you rascal?
(Striking him.)

OSWALD