Reg. Good sir, to the purpose.[3443]
Lear. Who put my man i' the stocks? [Tucket within.[3444]
Corn. What trumpet's that?
Reg. I know't; my sister's: this approves her letter,[3445] 180
That she would soon be here.
Enter Oswald.[3446]
Is your lady come?
Lear. This is a slave whose easy-borrow'd pride[3447]
Dwells in the fickle grace of her he follows.[3448]
Out, varlet, from my sight!
Corn. What means your grace?
Lear. Who stock'd my servant? Regan, I have good hope[3449] 185
Thou didst not know on't. Who comes here?
Enter Goneril.[3450]