LEAR.
Darkness and devils! —
Saddle my horses; call my train together. —
Degenerate bastard! I'll not trouble thee:
Yet have I left a daughter.
GONERIL.
You strike my people; and your disorder'd rabble
Make servants of their betters.
[Enter Albany.]
LEAR.
Woe that too late repents! —
[To Albany.] O, sir, are you come?
Is it your will? Speak, sir. — Prepare my horses. —
Ingratitude, thou marble-hearted fiend,
More hideous when thou show'st thee in a child
Than the sea-monster!
ALBANY.
Pray, sir, be patient.
LEAR.
[to Goneril] Detested kite, thou liest!:
My train are men of choice and rarest parts,
That all particulars of duty know;
And in the most exact regard support
The worships of their name. — O most small fault,
How ugly didst thou in Cordelia show!
Which, like an engine, wrench'd my frame of nature
From the fix'd place; drew from my heart all love,
And added to the gall. O Lear, Lear, Lear!
Beat at this gate that let thy folly in [Striking his head.]
And thy dear judgment out! — Go, go, my people.
ALBANY.
My lord, I am guiltless, as I am ignorant
Of what hath mov'd you.
