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Sunday 18 February 2024

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 
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.

Monday 21 August 2017

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.