Page 1898 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

To this great stage of fools. This’ a good block!
It were a delicate stratagem to shoe [180]
A troop of horse with felt; I’ll put’t in proof,
And when I have stol’n upon these son-in-laws,

Then, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!

Enter a Gentleman, with Attendants.

GENTLEMAN
O! here he is; lay hand upon him. Sir,
Your most dear daughter − [185]

LEAR
No rescue? What! a prisoner? I am even
The natural fool of Fortune. Use me well;

You shall have ransom. Let me have surgeons;
I am cut to th’brains.

GENTLEMAN
You shall have any thing.

LEAR
No seconds? all myself? [190]

Why this would make a man a man of salt,
To use his eyes for garden water-pots,
Ay, and laying autumn’s dust. I will die bravely,
Like a smug bridegroom. What! I will be jovial:
Come, come; I am a king, masters, know you that? [195]

GENTLEMAN
You are a royal one, and we obey you.

LEAR
Then there’s life in’t. Come and you get it, you
shall get it by running. Sa, sa, sa, sa.
(Exit running. Attendants follow.)