Carry on Sergeant

 

CARRY ON SERGEANT (1958) - 

Sergeant Grimshaw wants to retire in the flush of success 

by winning the Star Squad prize with his very 

last platoon of newly called-up National Servicemen. 

But what a motley bunch they turn out to be, and it's up to 

Grimshaw to put the no-hopers through their paces.

We don't deserve your congratulations.

It was luck. Pure luck.

Old Grandfather :

What a lot of rubbish.

Luck doesn't enter into it.

Sure it does, Grimmy.

Take you, now. Six years 

a Training Sergeant.

And never had a Champion 

Platoon. It's bad luck.

Old Grandfather :

Oh, no, it isn't.

Listen, Paddy, every man has the instinct 

of soldiering in him. Right?

Paddy :

Right enough.

Old Grandfather :

You've all done it. You've all had 

a Champion Platoon at

one time or another.

So shall I. With my next platoon.

Paddy :

Why? What's the hurry?

Old Grandfather :

It's my last platoon.

I shall be leaving the army in ten

weeks and it's my last chance.

Paddy :

Don't set your heart on it.

Old Grandfather :

Now listen, when I

want your advice...

Paddy :

Like to bet on it?

Old Grandfather :

I don't bet as a rule.

Paddy :

What, scared?

Old Grandfather :

Not a bit of it.

Paddy :

All right. 50 quid says

no Champion Platoon.

********

Old Grandfather :

Sergeant Grimshawe, sir. 

Can I give you a lift to the mess, sir?

Well, that's extremely

civil of you, Sergeant.

Old Grandfather :

Thank you, sir.

Let me take the bag, sir.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Bye, darling.

Well, a very nice place

you have here, Sergeant.

Old Grandfather :

Finest depot in the command, sir.

That's encouraging.

Well, Sergeant, where do I report?

Old Grandfather :

That's the officers'

mess over there, sir.

Very nice too, but I happen

to be a National Serviceman.

Old Grandfather :

Get in the back of that

truck, will you? Fast.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Old Grandfather :

I know exactly how you feel.

Old Grandfather :

Thank you.

Judging by their names,

they should be a fine lot.

There's a lot in a man's name,

Corporal. Gives him character.

Strong, Sage, Bailey,

Heywood, Galloway, Golightly.

Golightly? 

Cpl. Copping :

Golightly.

What's in a name?

Old Grandfather :

Corporal Copping, you know how much

depends on the success of this platoon.

Cpl. Copping :

50 quid, Sergeant.

That's only money.

There's my reputation,

and perhaps er...

your recommendation

for promotion when I leave,

and possibly a slight

percentage for you if I win.

Cpl. Copping :

When you win, Sergeant.

That's the spirit, Copping.

Now er... let's have a look at

our Champion Platoon, shall we?

All right, stand by your beds.

All right, at ease, lads.

I'm Sergeant Grimshawe.

And this is Corporal Copping. Right?

Now, I'm a quiet, reasonable, humane man.

I know. My mother told me.

Oh, yes. I had a mother and a father,

even though I am a sergeant.

Only one thing rubs

me up the wrong way,

and that's a man that doesn't

pull his weight in my platoon.

In that respect, I'm a

veritable Jekyll and Hyde.

But somehow, looking around me,

I don't think that nasty side of my

character's going to

rouse itself this time.

I judge a body of men on sight.

And I don't mind telling

you lads I feel

distinctly encouraged

at the prospects.

Don't disappoint me.

Right, any questions?

Can I report sick, please?

Old Grandfather :

What's yer name?

Pvt. Strong :

Strong.

Horace Strong.

Old Grandfather :

Corporal Copping.

Cpl. Copping :

Sergeant.

Old Grandfather :

Private er... Strong...

on sick report tomorrow.

Anyone else?

Ooh er... please, sir.

Old Grandfather :

And don't call me

sir. Sergeant to you.

Are you feeling sick too?

Oh, no, Sergeant.

I want some leave.

Old Grandfather :

Leave? Why, you've only

just arrived, son.

But it's vital, Sergeant.

Compassionate. What happened...

Old Grandfather :

All right, all right, you don't

have to tell the world. Copping.

This man to see the

Company Commander.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Not now. When you're sent

for. Get back in line.

But, Sergeant...

Old Grandfather :

Quiet. I never did.

What's that?

Haven't you ever seen a guitar,

Sergeant? Where've you been living?

Old Grandfather :

Right here, you numbskull. Where you're

gonna live for the next ten weeks.

With that banjo out of sight.

Banjo?

Old Grandfather :

Yes. Out of sight. Understand?

- I dig.

Old Grandfather :

You'll dig, all right.

I'll see to that.

We've met.

Yes, Sergeant.

Old Grandfather :

And no more skylarking, right?

Or you're for it, got it?

Yes. Sergeant.

Old Grandfather :

Corporal. Empty bed.

Where's that man?

Er... I don't know, Sergeant.

Old Grandfather :

What's his name?

- His name's Golightly.

Old Grandfather :

I might have known it. Find him.

Sergeant.

Golightly.

At the double. Private Golightly.

I'm so sorry.

Hello. Did someone call?

Golightly, where have you been?

- Must I say?

Come here.

At the double.

Where have you been?

Well, I... got locked in somewhere.

You see, I... Oh, dear.

Have you hurt yourself?

I've got some lotion here.

Old Grandfather :

Quiet, the lot of you.

Oh, do stop shouting, please.

Old Grandfather :

You there.

Is that remark addressed to me?

Old Grandfather :

Stand to attention

when I'm talking.

Why?

Old Grandfather :

Why? Do as you're told,

You're in The Army, son.

Oh, not quite. I'm still a

civilian. With civilian rights.

Don't shout, please.

Old Grandfather :

What is your name? Please.

Bailey. James Bailey.

How do you do?

Old Grandfather :

Fine. Absolutely bloody fine.

But I'll feel even better

once you're in uniform.

Thank you, Sergeant.

All right, carry on, Corporal.

As you were.

The Sergeant doesn't seem to like us.

I wonder why.

I dunno. 

Old Grandfather :

Why does it happen to me? 

Isn't there any justice?

Cpl. Copping :

You don't want to worry,

Sergeant. It'll be all right.

Old Grandfather :

It'll be what? You were

there. You saw them.

Out of 24 men, I'm lumbered

with one hypochondriac,

one natural-born candidate

for the glasshouse,

a rock 'n' roller, 

a shadow of a man haunted 

by Lord knows what,

and a popsy-chasing layabout,

and some idiot who gets himself

locked in... well, you know where.

Cpl. Copping :

Yes, but I mean, look...

Old Grandfather :

Any one of those clots

could sabotage the squad.

But I've got 'em all. About turn.

We're 24 per cent non-effective

before we start.

How in the name of

Aldershot can it work out?

Cpl. Copping :

Well, it's got to. Your

reputation depends on it.

Old Grandfather :

My reputation, my foot.

What about my 50 quid

riding on that lot?

Cpl. Copping :

No, that's true. Oh, well.

There's only one thing for it.

Chase the living

daylights out of them.

Old Grandfather :

Oh, no, no, no. That's no

good. That'd be fatal.

Half the mob in the guardroom's 

no good to me.

Cpl. Copping :

Yes, but Sergeant...

Old Grandfather :

Will you have hush.

No, Copping, we've

got to be... subtle.

Cpl. Copping :

Subtle.

Old Grandfather :

We must be kind. Considerate.

Cpl. Copping :

Kind?

Old Grandfather :

Yes. These are delicate blooms, Copping.

Cpl. Copping :

Are they?

Old Grandfather :

Yes.

Hello. You must be the new lot.

- Greetings, cat.

- Cat?

No, my name's not Cat.

- Are you in our platoon?

- No, not Cat.

Brown. Herbert Brown.

- What did you say?

- Are you in our platoon?

No. I just live here.

Yeah, I think I can

understand him.

You er... received a severe blow on

the head as a child, didn't you?

No, that was my brother.

Horace, old man, can't you forget

psychiatry for one minute?

I was only trying to help him.

Oh, I don't need any help, thanks.

Well, ta-ra, fellas. See

you at the NAAFI perhaps.

Hello, corp.

Don't get lost.

Here, Corporal. Who

was that soldier?

Ta.

That was no soldier,

that was Herbert.

I give up.

Don't worry, so did the army.

Here we are, chaps.

Help yourselves.

Thank you.

Old Grandfather :

What a right bunch

they turned out to be.

Oh, just luck. Rotten bad luck.

I must have stood

under a ladder and

kicked 13 black cats

some time or other.

Well, don't worry, sarge, it'll all 

be behind you this time tomorrow.

Your last day in The

Army. I wish it

had turned out the

way you wanted it.

You know. You at the head

of a Champion Platoon.

Yes. It isn't given to

every man to achieve

his life's ambition.

Certainly not to me.

However, I hope when

you get the other one

up, you'll have better

luck than I had.

- Good night.

- Good night, sarge.

Don't be daft, Herbert.

Characters like Grimshawe

don't leave the

army. They can't.

They've taken root.

Listen, I heard 'em

talking about it.

Tomorrow's his last

day in the army.

Well, best of British

luck to the old b...

Oh, all right, then.

Perhaps he isn't such a bad old buzzard.

Best sergeant I ever served under.

Let's give him a present.

I know what he'd like. Us. 

The Champion Platoon tomorrow.

What a hope.

Aye, he would like that. 

I heard him saying just that to

Corporal Copping.

No, it's impossible.

In any case, why should

we knock ourselves

out after the way he's

chased us around?

When did he ever chase you, Andy?

Or any of us, for that matter.

He's yelled a lot, but sergeants can't talk quietly.

If he'd wanted to, he could have had

all of us inside over and over again.

Yeah, that's right. I wonder why he didn't.

Excuse me.

Perhaps he's been trying a

sociological experiment too.

As Miles said.

Grimshawe could have made life

purgatory for us. He didn't.

- Why?

- Why, Jim?

My theory is this.

With us, his last platoon,

Grimshawe tries the experiment

of deliberately putting a brake

on his disciplinary powers,

relying, instead, purely

on his personality.

In my opinion, such an

experiment deserves success.

Boys... we shall be

Champion Platoon tomorrow.

You're barmy.

We can but try. If the others

will cooperate. What do you say?

- Go on, boys. Try.

- Ok.

What have we got to lose?

- Nothing.

- Come on, let's tell the others.

Lear

"Fortune, good night,

smile once more, turn thy wheel. "

Huh?

King Lear.

I did it once. Carried A Spear.

Long time ago.

Long, long time ago....

O, I would so love to have seen 

William Hartnell's King Lear... 

Bill :

All this stuff, I can 

do it with a look!

Truth :

Bill, I really think we should 

stick with what's on the page.

Bill :

Verity. I can do all this 

with a look, you know.

I don't need all these lines.

It's like ruddy King Lear!

I remember Lindsay Anderson 

saying the same thing about me 

on 'Sporting Life'.

He just ripped a couple 

of pages out of The Script.

"Bill can do all this with 

a gesture," you see.

"A raised eyebrow. "

Do you see what I mean?

Truth :

...of course.

Bill :

Bless You.

Truth :

Actually, I'm glad to have 

the chance to talk to you, Bill...

Bill :

You're My Rock, Verity. 

Oh...You know that. My Rock.

Truth :

I don't know about that...

Bill :

Since that day you first started 

telling me about Doctor Who, 

I've been spellbound.

Spellbound! 

But look at us now, eh?

Just look at us!

Our arses are in butter!

OLD GRANDFATHER : 

My Dear Steven, History sometimes gives us 

a terrible shock, and that is because 

we don't quite fully understand. 

Why should we? 

After all, we're all too small 

to realise its final pattern. 

Therefore, Don't try and Judge it 

from where you stand. 

I Was Right to do as I did. 

Yes, that I firmly Believe.

 

(Steven leaves The TARDIS without another word.)

 

OLD GRANDFATHER :

Even after all this time 

he cannot understand. 

I dare not change 

The Course of History. 

 

Well, at least I taught him 

to take some precautions. 

He did remember to look at The Scanner before he opened The Doors. 

Now they're all gone. All gone. 

None of them could understand.

Not even my little Susan, or Vicki. 

And as for Barbara and Chatterton. Chesterton. 

They were all too impatient 

to get back to their own time. 

And now, Steven. 

Perhaps I should go Home, 

back to My Own Planet. 

....But I can't. 

I can't. 

 

SCENE I. King Lear's palace.

Enter KENT, GLOUCESTER, and EDMUND

KENT

I thought the king had more affected the Duke of
Albany than Cornwall.

GLOUCESTER

It did always seem so to us: but now, in the
division of the kingdom, it appears not which of
the dukes he values most; for equalities are so
weighed, that curiosity in neither can make choice
of either's moiety.

KENT

Is not this Your Son, my lord?

GLOUCESTER

His breeding, sir, hath been at my charge: I have
so often blushed to acknowledge him, that now I am
brazed to it.

KENT

I cannot conceive you.

GLOUCESTER

Sir, this young fellow's mother could: whereupon
she grew round-wombed, and had, indeed, sir, a son
for her cradle ere she had a husband for her bed.
Do you smell a fault?

KENT

I cannot wish the fault undone, the issue of it
being so proper.

GLOUCESTER

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?

EDMUND

No, my lord.

GLOUCESTER

My lord of Kent: remember him hereafter as my
honourable friend.

EDMUND

My services to your lordship.

KENT

I must love you, and sue to know you better.

EDMUND

Sir, I shall study deserving.

GLOUCESTER

He hath been out nine years, and away he shall
again. The King is coming.

 

Sennet. Enter KING LEAR, CORNWALL, ALBANY, GONERIL, REGAN, CORDELIA, and Attendants

KING LEAR

Attend the lords of France and Burgundy, Gloucester.

GLOUCESTER

I shall, my liege.

 

Exeunt GLOUCESTER and EDMUND

KING LEAR

Meantime we shall express our darker purpose.
Give me the map there. Know that we have divided
In three our kingdom: and 'tis our fast intent
To shake all cares and business from our age;
Conferring them on younger strengths, while we
Unburthen'd crawl toward death. Our son of Cornwall,
And you, our no less loving son of Albany,
We have this hour a constant will to publish
Our daughters' several dowers, that future strife
May be prevented now. The princes, France and Burgundy,
Great rivals in our youngest daughter's love,
Long in our court have made their amorous sojourn,
And here are to be answer'd. Tell me, my daughters,--
Since now we will divest us both of rule,
Interest of territory, cares of state,--
Which of you shall we say doth love us most?
That we our largest bounty may extend
Where nature doth with merit challenge. Goneril,
Our eldest-born, speak first.

GONERIL

Sir, I love you more than words can wield the matter;
Dearer than eye-sight, space, and liberty;
Beyond what can be valued, rich or rare;
No less than life, with grace, health, beauty, honour;
As much as child e'er loved, or father found;
A love that makes breath poor, and speech unable;
Beyond all manner of so much I love you.

CORDELIA

[Aside] What shall Cordelia do?
Love, and be silent.

LEAR

Of all these bounds, even from this line to this,
With shadowy forests and with champains rich'd,
With plenteous rivers and wide-skirted meads,
We make thee lady: to thine and Albany's issue
Be this perpetual. What says our second daughter,
Our dearest Regan, wife to Cornwall? Speak.

REGAN

Sir, I am made
Of the self-same metal that my sister is,
And prize me at her worth. In my true heart
I find she names my very deed of love;
Only she comes too short: that I profess
Myself an enemy to all other joys,
Which the most precious square of sense possesses;
And find I am alone felicitate
In your dear highness' love.

CORDELIA

[Aside] Then poor Cordelia!
And yet not so; since, I am sure, my love's
More richer than my tongue.

KING LEAR

To thee and thine hereditary ever
Remain this ample third of our fair kingdom;
No less in space, validity, and pleasure,
Than that conferr'd on Goneril. Now, our joy,
Although the last, not least; to whose young love
The vines of France and milk of Burgundy
Strive to be interess'd; what can you say to draw
A third more opulent than your sisters? Speak.

CORDELIA

Nothing, my lord.

KING LEAR

Nothing!

CORDELIA

Nothing.

KING LEAR

Nothing will come of nothing: speak again.

CORDELIA

Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave
My heart into my mouth: I love your majesty
According to my bond; nor more nor less.

KING LEAR

How, how, Cordelia! mend your speech a little,
Lest it may mar your fortunes.

CORDELIA

Good my lord,
You have begot me, bred me, loved me: I
Return those duties back as are right fit,
Obey you, love you, and most honour you.
Why have my sisters husbands, if they say
They love you all? Haply, when I shall wed,
That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry
Half my love with him, half my care and duty:
Sure, I shall never marry like my sisters,
To love my father all.

KING LEAR

But goes thy heart with this?

CORDELIA

Ay, good my lord.

KING LEAR

So young, and so untender?

CORDELIA

So young, my lord, and true.

KING LEAR

Let it be so; thy truth, then, be thy dower:
For, by the sacred radiance of the sun,
The mysteries of Hecate, and the night;
By all the operation of the orbs
From whom we do exist, and cease to be;
Here I disclaim all my paternal care,
Propinquity and property of blood,
And as a stranger to my heart and me
Hold thee, from this, for ever. The barbarous Scythian,
Or he that makes his generation messes
To gorge his appetite, shall to my bosom
Be as well neighbour'd, pitied, and relieved,
As Thou my sometime daughter.

KENT

Good my liege,--

KING LEAR

Peace, Kent!
Come not between the dragon and his wrath.
I loved her most, and thought to set my rest
On her kind nursery. Hence, and avoid my sight!
So be my grave my peace, as here I give
Her father's heart from her! Call France; who stirs?
Call Burgundy. Cornwall and Albany,
With my two daughters' dowers digest this third:
Let pride, which she calls plainness, marry her.
I do invest you jointly with my power,
Pre-eminence, and all the large effects
That troop with majesty. Ourself, by monthly course,
With reservation of an hundred knights,
By you to be sustain'd, shall our abode
Make with you by due turns. Only we still retain
The name, and all the additions to a king;
The sway, revenue, execution of the rest,
Beloved sons, be yours: which to confirm,
This coronet part betwixt you.

 

Giving the crown

KENT

Royal Lear,
Whom I have ever honour'd as my king,
Loved as my father, as my master follow'd,
As my great patron thought on in my prayers,--

KING LEAR

The bow is bent and drawn, make from the shaft.

KENT

Let it fall rather, though the fork invade
The region of my heart: be Kent unmannerly,
When Lear is mad. What wilt thou do, old man?
Think'st thou that duty shall have dread to speak,
When power to flattery bows? To plainness honour's bound,
When majesty stoops to folly. Reverse thy doom;
And, in thy best consideration, cheque
This hideous rashness: answer my life my judgment,
Thy youngest daughter does not love thee least;
Nor are those empty-hearted whose low sound
Reverbs no hollowness.

KING LEAR

Kent, on thy life, No More.

KENT

My Life I never held but as a pawn
To wage against thy enemies; nor fear to lose it,
Thy safety being the motive.

KING LEAR

Out of my sight!

KENT

See better, Lear; and let me still remain
The true blank of thine eye.

KING LEAR

Now, By Apollo,--

KENT

Now, By Apollo, King,
Thou swear'st thy gods in vain.

KING LEAR

O, vassal! miscreant!
Laying his hand on his sword

ALBANY CORNWALL

Dear sir, forbear.

KENT

Do:
Kill thy physician, and the fee bestow
Upon thy foul disease. Revoke thy doom;
Or, whilst I can vent clamour from my throat,
I'll tell thee thou dost evil.

KING LEAR

Hear me, recreant!
On thine allegiance, hear me!
Since thou hast sought to make us break our vow,
Which we durst never yet, and with strain'd pride
To come between our sentence and our power,
Which nor our nature nor our place can bear,
Our potency made good, take thy reward.
Five days we do allot thee, for provision
To shield thee from diseases of the world;
And on the sixth to turn thy hated back
Upon our kingdom: if, on the tenth day following,
Thy banish'd trunk be found in our dominions,
The moment is thy death. Away! by Jupiter,
This shall not be revoked.

KENT

Fare thee well, king: sith thus Thou wilt appear,
Freedom lives hence, and banishment is here.

 

To CORDELIA

 

The gods to their dear shelter take thee, maid,
That justly think'st, and hast most rightly said!

 

To REGAN and GONERIL

 

And your large speeches may your deeds approve,
That good effects may spring from words of love.
Thus Kent, O princes, bids you all adieu;
He'll shape his old course in a country new.

 

Exit

 

Flourish. Re-enter GLOUCESTER, with KING OF FRANCE, BURGUNDY, and Attendants

GLOUCESTER

Here's France and Burgundy, my noble lord.

KING LEAR

My lord of Burgundy.
We first address towards you, who with this king
Hath rivall'd for our daughter: what, in the least,
Will you require in present dower with her,
Or cease your quest of love?

BURGUNDY

Most royal majesty,
I crave no more than what your highness offer'd,
Nor will you tender less.

KING LEAR

Right noble Burgundy,
When she was dear to us, we did hold her so;
But now her price is fall'n. Sir, there she stands:
If aught within that little seeming substance,
Or all of it, with our displeasure pieced,
And nothing more, may fitly like your grace,
She's there, and she is yours.

BURGUNDY

I know no answer.

KING LEAR

Will you, with those infirmities she owes,
Unfriended, new-adopted to our hate,
Dower'd with our curse, and stranger'd with our oath,
Take her, or leave her?

BURGUNDY

Pardon me, royal sir;
Election makes not up on such conditions.

KING LEAR

Then leave her, sir; for, by the power that made me,
I tell you all her wealth.
To KING OF FRANCE
For you, great king,
I would not from your love make such a stray,
To match you where I hate; therefore beseech you
To avert your liking a more worthier way
Than on a wretch whom nature is ashamed
Almost to acknowledge hers.

KING OF FRANCE

This is most strange,
That she, that even but now was your best object,
The argument of your praise, balm of your age,
Most best, most dearest, should in this trice of time
Commit a thing so monstrous, to dismantle
So many folds of favour. Sure, her offence
Must be of such unnatural degree,
That monsters it, or your fore-vouch'd affection
Fall'n into taint: which to believe of her,
Must be a faith that reason without miracle
Could never plant in me.

CORDELIA

I yet beseech your majesty,--
If for I want that glib and oily art,
To speak and purpose not; since what I well intend,
I'll do't before I speak,--that you make known
It is no vicious blot, murder, or foulness,
No unchaste action, or dishonour'd step,
That hath deprived me of your grace and favour;
But even for want of that for which I am richer,
A still-soliciting eye, and such a tongue
As I am glad I have not, though not to have it
Hath lost me in your liking.

KING LEAR

Better thou
Hadst not been born than not to have pleased me better.

KING OF FRANCE

Is it but this,--a tardiness in nature
Which often leaves the history unspoke
That it intends to do? My lord of Burgundy,
What say you to the lady? Love's not love
When it is mingled with regards that stand
Aloof from the entire point. Will you have her?
She is herself a dowry.

BURGUNDY

Royal Lear,
Give but that portion which yourself proposed,
And here I take Cordelia by the hand,
Duchess of Burgundy.

KING LEAR

Nothing: I have sworn; I am firm.

BURGUNDY

I am sorry, then, you have so lost a father
That you must lose a husband.

CORDELIA

Peace be with Burgundy!
Since that respects of fortune are his love,
I shall not be his wife.

KING OF FRANCE

Fairest Cordelia, that art most rich, being poor;
Most choice, forsaken; and most loved, despised!
Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon:
Be it lawful I take up what's cast away.
Gods, gods! 'tis strange that from their cold'st neglect
My love should kindle to inflamed respect.
Thy dowerless daughter, king, thrown to my chance,
Is queen of us, of ours, and our fair France:
Not all the dukes of waterish Burgundy
Can buy this unprized precious maid of me.
Bid them farewell, Cordelia, though unkind:
Thou losest here, a better where to find.

KING LEAR

Thou hast her, France: let her be thine; for we
Have no such daughter, nor shall ever see
That face of hers again. Therefore be gone
Without our grace, our love, our benison.
Come, noble Burgundy.
Flourish. Exeunt all but KING OF FRANCE, GONERIL, REGAN, and CORDELIA

KING OF FRANCE

Bid farewell to your sisters.

CORDELIA

The jewels of our father, with wash'd eyes
Cordelia leaves you: I know you what you are;
And like a sister am most loath to call
Your faults as they are named. Use well our father:
To your professed bosoms I commit him
But yet, alas, stood I within his grace,
I would prefer him to a better place.
So, farewell to you both.

REGAN

Prescribe not us our duties.

GONERIL

Let your study
Be to content your lord, who hath received you
At fortune's alms. You have obedience scanted,
And well are worth the want that you have wanted.

CORDELIA

Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides:
Who cover faults, at last shame them derides.
Well may you prosper!

KING OF FRANCE

Come, my fair Cordelia.

 

Exeunt KING OF FRANCE and CORDELIA

GONERIL

Sister, it is not a little I have to say of what
most nearly appertains to us both. I think our
father will hence to-night.

REGAN

That's most certain, and with you; next month with us.

GONERIL

You see how full of changes his age is; the
observation we have made of it hath not been
little: he always loved our sister most; and
with what poor judgment he hath now cast her off
appears too grossly.

REGAN

'Tis the infirmity of his age: yet he hath ever
but slenderly known himself.

GONERIL

The best and soundest of his time hath been but
rash; then must we look to receive from his age,
not alone the imperfections of long-engraffed
condition, but therewithal the unruly waywardness
that infirm and choleric years bring with them.

REGAN

Such unconstant starts are we like to have from
him as this of Kent's banishment.

GONERIL

There is further compliment of leavetaking
between France and him. Pray you, let's hit
together: if our father carry authority with
such dispositions as he bears, this last
surrender of his will but offend us.

REGAN

We shall further think on't.

GONERIL

We must do something, and i' the heat.

 

Exeunt

Embeded Charms and Magicks

Curses :

 KING LEAR

Hear, nature, hear; dear goddess, hear!
Suspend thy purpose, if thou didst intend
To make this creature fruitful!
Into her womb convey sterility!
Dry up in her the organs of increase;
And from her derogate body never spring
A babe to honour her! If she must teem,
Create her child of spleen; that it may live,
And be a thwart disnatured torment to her!
Let it stamp wrinkles in her brow of youth;
With cadent tears fret channels in her cheeks;
Turn all her mother's pains and benefits
To laughter and contempt; that she may feel
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is
To have a thankless child! Away, away!

Exit

Some Time Later....

 

 

Okay then, so - successful test!

I guess so - I suggest we split up and search.

Good idea - we can do more damage that way.