Enter Oswald.
You, you, sirrah, where’s my daughter?
OSWALD.
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.
Re-enter Knight.
How now! where’s that mongrel?
KNIGHT.
He says, my lord, your daughter is not well.