LEAR.
What says the fellow there? Call the clotpoll back. —
[Exit a Knight.]
Where's my fool, ho? — I think the world's asleep.
[Re-enter Knight.]
How now! where's that mongrel?
KNIGHT.
He says, my lord, your daughter is not well.
LEAR.
Why came not the slave back to me when I called him?
KNIGHT.
Sir, he answered me in the roundest manner, he would not.
LEAR.
He would not!
KNIGHT.
My lord, I know not what the matter is; but to my judgment your
highness is not entertained with that ceremonious affection as
you were wont; there's a great abatement of kindness appears as
well in the general dependants as in the duke himself also and
your daughter.
LEAR.
Ha! say'st thou so?
KNIGHT.
I beseech you pardon me, my lord, if I be mistaken; for my duty
cannot be silent when I think your highness wronged.
LEAR.
Thou but rememberest 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.
