You, you, sirrah, where's my daughter? 48
Osw. So please you,— [Exit.]
Lear. What says the fellow there? Call the
clotpoll back. [Exit a Knight.] Where's my
fool, ho? I think the world's asleep. How now!
where's that mongrel? 53
[Re-enter Knight.]
Knight. He says, my lord, your daughter is
not well.
Lear. Why came not the slave back to me
when I called him? 57
Knight. Sir, he answered me in the roundest
manner, he would not.
Lear. He would not! 60
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 de-
pendants as in the duke himself also and your
daughter.
Lear. Ha! sayest thou so? 68
Knight. I beseech you, pardon me, my lord,
if I be mistaken; for my duty cannot be silent
when I think your highness wronged. 71
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 pre-
tence and purpose of unkindness: I will look
further into 't. But where's my fool? I have
not seen him this two days. 78
51 clotpoll: blockhead
75 jealous curiosity: suspicious punctiliousness
