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1

King Lear
[I, 1]

Earl of Gloucester

17

But I have, sir, a son by order of law, some year elder than
this, who yet is no dearer in my account. Though this knave came
something saucily into the world before he was sent for, yet was
his mother fair, there was good sport at his making, and the
whoreson must be acknowledged.- Do you know this noble gentleman,
Edmund?

2

King Lear
[I, 4]

Lear

571

Follow me; thou shalt serve me. If I like thee no worse after
dinner, I will not part from thee yet. Dinner, ho, dinner!
Where's my knave? my fool? Go you and call my fool hither.
[Exit an attendant.]
[Enter [Oswald the] Steward.]
You, you, sirrah, where's my daughter?

3

King Lear
[I, 4]

Lear

609

'My lady's father'? My lord's knave! You whoreson dog! you
slave! you cur!

4

King Lear
[I, 4]

Lear

622

Now, my friendly knave, I thank thee. There's earnest of thy
service. [Gives money.]

5

King Lear
[I, 4]

Lear

627

How now, my pretty knave? How dost thou?

6

King Lear
[I, 4]

Goneril

844

Pray you, content.- What, Oswald, ho!
[To the Fool] You, sir, more knave than fool, after your master!

7

King Lear
[II, 2]

Earl of Kent

1087

A knave; a rascal; an eater of broken meats; a base, proud,
shallow, beggarly, three-suited, hundred-pound, filthy,
worsted-stocking knave; a lily-liver'd, action-taking, whoreson,
glass-gazing, superserviceable, finical rogue;
one-trunk-inheriting slave; one that wouldst be a bawd in way of
good service, and art nothing but the composition of a knave,
beggar, coward, pander, and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch;
one whom I will beat into clamorous whining, if thou deny the
least syllable of thy addition.

8

King Lear
[II, 2]

Duke of Cornwall

1135

Peace, sirrah!
You beastly knave, know you no reverence?

9

King Lear
[II, 2]

Earl of Kent

1154

No contraries hold more antipathy
Than I and such a knave.

10

King Lear
[II, 2]

Duke of Cornwall

1156

Why dost thou call him knave? What is his fault?

11

King Lear
[II, 2]

Earl of Kent

1178

To go out of my dialect, which you discommend so much. I
know, sir, I am no flatterer. He that beguil'd you in a plain
accent was a plain knave, which, for my part, I will not be,
though I should win your displeasure to entreat me to't.

12

King Lear
[II, 2]

Duke of Cornwall

1195

Fetch forth the stocks!
You stubborn ancient knave, you reverent braggart,
We'll teach you-

13

King Lear
[II, 2]

Regan

1209

Sir, being his knave, I will.

14

King Lear
[II, 4]

Fool

1345

We'll set thee to school to an ant, to teach thee there's no
labouring i' th' winter. All that follow their noses are led by
their eyes but blind men, and there's not a nose among twenty
but can smell him that's stinking. Let go thy hold when a great
wheel runs down a hill, lest it break thy neck with following
it; but the great one that goes upward, let him draw thee after.
When a wise man gives thee better counsel, give me mine again. I
would have none but knaves follow it, since a fool gives it.
That sir which serves and seeks for gain,
And follows but for form,
Will pack when it begins to rain
And leave thee in the storm.
But I will tarry; the fool will stay,
And let the wise man fly.
The knave turns fool that runs away;
The fool no knave, perdy.

15

King Lear
[III, 2]

Lear

1746

My wits begin to turn.
Come on, my boy. How dost, my boy? Art cold?
I am cold myself. Where is this straw, my fellow?
The art of our necessities is strange,
That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel.
Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart
That's sorry yet for thee.