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KENT . None of these rogues and cowards But Ajax is their fool . CORNWALL . Fetch forth the stocks ! You stubborn ancient knave , you reverent braggart , We’ll teach you . KENT . Sir , I am too old to learn : Call not your stocks for me : I serve the King ; On whose employment I was sent to you : You shall do small respect , show too bold malice Against the grace and person of my master , Stocking his messenger . CORNWALL . Fetch forth the stocks ! As I have life and honour , there shall he sit till noon . REGAN . Till noon ! Till night , my lord ; and all night too ! KENT . Why , madam , if I were your father’s dog , You should not use me so . REGAN . Sir , being his knave , I will . [ Stocks brought out . ] CORNWALL . This is a fellow of the selfsame colour Our sister speaks of . Come , bring away the stocks ! GLOUCESTER . Let me beseech your grace not to do so : His fault is much , and the good King his master Will check him for’t : your purpos’d low correction Is such as basest and contemned’st wretches For pilferings and most common trespasses , Are punish’d with . The King must take it ill That he , so slightly valued in his messenger , Should have him thus restrained . CORNWALL . I’ll answer that . REGAN . My sister may receive it much more worse , To have her gentleman abus’d , assaulted , For following her affairs . Put in his legs . [ Kent is put in the stocks . ] CORNWALL . Come , my good lord , away . [ Exeunt all but Gloucester and Kent . ] GLOUCESTER . I am sorry for thee , friend ; ’ tis the Duke’s pleasure , Whose disposition , all the world well knows , Will not be rubb’d nor stopp’d ; I’ll entreat for thee . KENT . Pray do not , sir : I have watch’d , and travell’d hard ; Some time I shall sleep out , the rest I’ll whistle . A good man’s fortune may grow out at heels : Give you good morrow ! GLOUCESTER . The Duke’s to blame in this : ’ twill be ill taken . [ Exit . ] KENT . Good King , that must approve the common saw , Thou out of heaven’s benediction com’st To the warm sun . Approach , thou beacon to this under globe , That by thy comfortable beams I may Peruse this letter . Nothing almost sees miracles But misery . I know ’ tis from Cordelia , Who hath most fortunately been inform’d Of my obscured course . And shall find time From this enormous state , seeking to give Losses their remedies . All weary and o’erwatch’d , Take vantage , heavy eyes , not to behold This shameful lodging . Fortune , good night : smile once more , turn thy wheel ! [ He sleeps . ] SCENE III . The open Country Enter Edgar .
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