LEAR.
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.
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.