mark that, my lord? I cannot be so partial, Goneril, To the great love I bear you,-- Pray you, content. What, Oswald, ho! You, sir, more knave than fool, after your master. Nuncle Lear, nuncle Lear, tarry and take the fool with thee. A fox, when one has caught her, And such a daughter, Should sure to the slaughter, If my cap would buy a halter: So the fool follows after. This man hath had good counsel:--a hundred knights! 'Tis politic and safe to let him keep At point a hundred knights: yes, that, on every dream, Each buzz, each fancy, each complaint, dislike, He may enguard his dotage with their powers, And hold our lives in mercy. Oswald, I say! Well, you may fear too far. Safer than trust too far: Let me still take away the harms I fear, Not fear still to be taken: I know his heart. What he hath utter'd I have writ my sister If she sustain him and his hundred knights When I have show'd the unfitness,-- How now, Oswald! What, have you writ that letter to my sister? Yes, madam. Take you some company, and away to horse: Inform her full of my particular fear; And thereto add such reasons of your own As may compact it more. Get you gone; And hasten your return. No, no, my lord, This milky gentleness and course of yours Though I condemn not, yet, under pardon, You are much more attask'd for want of wisdom Than praised for harmful mildness. How far your eyes may pierce I can not tell: Striving to better, oft we mar what's well. Nay, then-- Well, well; the event. Go you before to Gloucester with these letters. Acquaint my daughter no further with any thing you know than comes from her demand out of the letter. If your diligence be not speedy, I shall be there afore you. I will not sleep, my lord, till I have delivered your letter. If a man's brains were in's heels, were't not in danger of kibes? Ay, boy. Then, I prithee, be merry; thy wit shall ne'er go slip-shod. Ha, ha, ha! Shalt see thy other daughter will use thee kindly; for though she's as like this as a crab's like an apple, yet I can tell what I can tell. Why, what canst thou tell, my boy? She will taste as like this as a crab does to a crab. Thou canst tell why one's nose stands i' the middle