I cannot draw a cart, nor eat dried oats;
If it be man's work, I'll do 't.
Flourish. Enter ALBANY, GONERIL, REGAN, another Captain, and Soldiers
Sir, you have shown to-day your valiant strain,
And fortune led you well: you have the captives
the opposites of this day's strife:
We do require them of you, so to use them
As we shall find their merits
and our safety
May equally determine.
Sir, I thought it fit
To send the old and miserable king
To some retention and appointed guard;
has charms in it, whose title more,
To pluck the common bosom on his side,
An turn our impress'd lances
in our eyes
Which do command them. With him I sent the queen;
My reason all the same; and they are
To-morrow, or at further space, to appear
Where you shall hold your session. At this time
and bleed: the friend hath lost his friend;
And the best quarrels, in the heat, are cursed
By those that feel
The question of Cordelia and her father
Requires a fitter place.
Sir, by your patience,
I hold you but a subject of this war,
Not as a brother.
That's as we list to grace him.
Methinks our pleasure might have been demanded,
Ere you had spoke so
far. He led our powers;
Bore the commission of my place and person;
The which immediacy may well
And call itself your brother.
Not so hot:
In his own grace he doth exalt himself,
More than in your addition.
In my rights,
By me invested, he compeers the best.
That were the most, if he should husband you.
Jesters do oft prove prophets.
That eye that told you so look'd but a-squint.
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