KNIGHT.
Since my young lady's going into France, sir, the 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 Attendant.]
Go you, call hither my fool.
[Exit another Attendant.]
[Re-enter Oswald.]
O, you, sir, you, come you hither, sir: 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 pardon.
LEAR.
Do you bandy looks with me, you rascal?
[Striking him.]
OSWALD.
I'll not be struck, my lord.
KENT.
Nor tripp'd neither, you base football player.
[Tripping up his heels.]
LEAR.
I thank thee, fellow; thou servest me, and I'll love thee.
KENT.
Come, sir, arise, away! I'll teach you differences: away, away!
If you will measure your lubber's length again, tarry; but away!
go to; have you wisdom? so.
[Pushes Oswald out.]
LEAR.
Now, my friendly knave, I thank thee: there's earnest of thy
service.
[Giving Kent money.]
[Enter Fool.]
