Act 2
Scene 1
huh?
Yo
No….
why?
Hey. I just saw your
dad
Why
Youand
Weeeelllll….
haven’t
would
told him
I heard
know.
You’ll
that
hear
Cornwall
about
There
of Cornwall
itare
soon.
and
rumors
Regan
Gotta
and
going
areAlbanys’
staying
around
go.with
fight?
though.
him
tonight.
Why will he be here tonight? Actually…
that’s great. Pops will arrest my bro. it’s
perfect and not too risky. 
Dad’s watching everything.
Everyone knows you’re
hiding here. Just go at night.
Hm… Dad’s coming! Make it
Sneak out. By the way….
look like we were fighting.
HaveHey
youEdgar…?
said anything
Come
And make
it look convincing.
Now
about
Cornwall?
Him
here
Irun!
needGo!
to
talkand
to
Reagan are hauling
you. ass to get
over here.
I haven’t said
anything
He was trying to
make me kill you. I
toldSTOP
him itPLEASE
was
DAD!
He
Hm.ran
Blood
would
way…
wrong.
I that
couldn’t
do
wont ANYONE
help
me
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lookhe
likecut
I
it.make
That’s
when
me?
a wuss.fight
me.wasn’t
I was gonna
him, but he ran away.
Freaking wimp
Don’t just stand
there servents.
I’llWhere
take care
is your
of it.
Go get him!
No
brother?!
worries.
Now! What’d he
do child?
Yup but my
men are going
after him
Well. Use
my
Didmen
Edgar
to
find
try tohim.
kill
They’re
you?
better…
Act 2
Scene 2
Dude,
Dude…
why
really…
are
you
Morning,
just
Well
talking
tellthen.
me.
do
like
:P
Be
you
Ia
Can I go inside?
this?
nicework
don’t
little
I don’t
here?
care
servant
even
know
andyou
tell me
I could make you
Icare,
Yeah…
don’tstrangle
care…
don’t I
yup
you,
honestly
think
make
so.
don't
you
care.
Get away from
me! I’ve got
You’re a jerk
nothing to do
with you
But I know you. You’re a lowlife, a rascal
yourleftover
sword,
you
You
ButDraw
who
seriously,
eats
you’re
the
scraps.
jerk.jerk!
You’re
Really,
an
what
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withyou
letters
the
acome
shameless
ignoble,
jerk
are
shallow,
toagainst
pretend
vulgar,
you
king,know
andme!
you
conceited
don’t
pretentious,
conceited,
Ittake
was his
just
filthy
twothird-rate
days ago
that
servant
I tripped
who
you
thinks
and
beat
he’s you
something
in front
daughter’s
side
against
hisuproyal
of
special.
the
king.
You’re
Draw
aDraw
cowardly
youryour
sword,
lawyer-loving
scoundrel.
highness.
sword,
Itscoundrel,
bastard;
may be nighttime,
a vain,
brown-nosing,
but there’s
enough
prissy
or I’ll
slice
your thighs
moonlight
scoundrel
to
who’d
fightDraw
pimp
by. I’llhimself
makesword!
ground
out to
like
flank steak.
your
advance
beef
out his
of you.
career;
(headraws
bag lady.
his sword)
You’re
Come
on!
Fight,
peasant.
Don’t
run
nothing
Draw, you
but aaffected,
lowlife,
preening
a
beggar,
son
a
coward,
of
I know
and fight,a
away,
scoundrel.
Stand
and a pimp,
bitch!the
Draw
sonyour
and sword!
heir of a mutt
youI’lloverdressed
fight!
bitch.
beat you untilservant,
you whine
and cry
if you deny the least bit of this.
He’s got the
Smiling swindlers such as he undo the sacred
letter from
Reallythat
now?
you’re
liketogether
the letterand
“z,”only
a
bonds
unite
people
daddy and
totallythe
unnecessary
addition
to the
encourage
unreasonable
passions
of their
sissy! Tell me
alphabet.—My
lord,both
please
letand
meapathy.
grind
masters.
They foster
rage
jerk,
What’s
going
tell This
me tellllll
this lumpy
lowlife
into
a turning
powder
and
use
it
This is a guy who’s been
Wuss…
I’m
a
tailor,
and
They
say
“Yes”
and
“No,”
their
noses
people take what he says,
whom
IIfdidn’t
meeeeeee
to plaster
upon?
thewind
bathroom
walls.—You
for his honestwhichever
Gimme a praised
sec.
I’mblows
infinitely
moretaking
manly
way
the
without
fine. If not, he’s got truth ondidn’t kill me
kill because
becausethan
I’m you
soblindly
old,
you
bluntness, and who now
Cornwall,
a firm stance on anything.
They
follow
his
side!
I
know
his
type.
he’s so insolently
old…
dog? You
wonder
why
I’m so mad,
pretends to befawning
freaking
coward.
The
their
masters'
impulses,
like
dogs.—Damn
He’s sneaky behind all his let me tell you.
I
didn’t
like
the
angry
a about
plainspoken
andyou’re
twistsgetting
the
Yeah… punk…
only
thing
manly
your ugly stinking face!
Are
you
laughing
I’mI’m
telling
thethat
Come
onatpunk.
so-called bluntness, sneakier
way
he
was

dishonorable
lowlife
like
this
wears
amy
sword
natural meanings
cuffed.of
K?words.
you
is
your
clothes.
what
I
say,
as
if
I
were
a
fool?
If
I
had
way
truth
dude.
Fight
me.
than twenty brown-nosing
looking
at
me…
like
a gentleman.
No flattery for him, no sir!
with you right
now,
I’d send you to back
What
to started
bootlickersDude!
who only
tell
you
Really?!
He’s honest, he’s got to
where you came from.
the fight?
what youGuys…
want
towe
hear.
I
wasn’t
speak the truth.
attacking
don’t
Are you
want
you!
kidding
blood.
Now tell
What's
me…..
me
what’s
wrong?
going
on.
Act 2
Scene 3
The winds and persecutions of the sky.
And by the happy hollow of a tree
The country gives me proof and precedent
Escaped the hunt. No port is free, no place
Of Bedlam beggars, who with roaring voices
That guard and most unusual vigilance
Strike in their numbed and mortified bare
Does not attend my taking. Whiles I may
arms
’scape,
Pins, wooden pricks, nails, sprigs of
I will preserve myself, and am bethought
rosemary,
To take the basest and most poorest shape
And with this horrible object from low farms,
That ever penury in contempt of man
Poor pelting villages, sheepcotes, and mills,
Brought near to beast. My face I’ll grime
Sometime with lunatic bans, sometime with
with filth,
prayers,
Blanket my loins, elf all my hair in knots,
Enforce their charity. “Poor Turlygod!” “Poor
And with presented nakedness outface
Tom!”—
That’s something yet. Edgar I nothing am.
Act 2
Scene 4
Dude what
Who
No…
did
No…
this?why?
Why would
they…
happened
After reading it, they
My lord, when I arrived at
gathered their entourage
their home I gave them your
I admit
together
it was
and
foolish
got on
totheir
draw
letter. Before I had a chance
my
horses
sword
to on
go.him,
Theybut
glared
I hadat
to get up from my respectful
me
to act
andlike
ordered
a man.me
Hetowoke
follow
kneeling position, Goneril’s
up the
them
whole
and wait
house
forwith
theirhis
messenger arrived, stinky,
loud
answer.
and cowardly
After wescreams.
arrived
sweaty, and out of breath.
That’s
here, why
I ran your
into that
daughter
other
He interrupted me, spouted
and
messenger
son-in-law
who
aremade
punishing
them
outMaster
greetings
from
her,
and
master
and
giveRegan
me
me
the
shamefully.
cold
shoulder—
Yes…
delivered
her letter, which
master.
the Cornwall…
very
same guy who was
they opened immediately.
so rude to you, King
Hahahahahahaha
hahahahahahaha
:P
This story bodes more stormy
weather.
Fathers who wear rags
Make their children neglect
them.
But fathers who are rich
Make their children kind.
Lady Luck is a fickle whore
And never gives the poor a
break.
But despite all this, your
daughters will give you a lot of
money—or do I mean pain?—in
the coming year
You’re a fickle
whore. Shut
K Brb. You.
up fool.
Stay.
Where’s my
daughter?
Like I can do
Over there
anything
----->
else…
You need to learn what ants know well about
winter—there’s no point in slaving away if there’s
no hope for profit. Serving the king will get you
nowhere. Everyone can see that, and even blind
men can smell the stench of his misery now.
When you see a huge wheel rolling down a hill,
you shouldn’t try to hold on to it or it’ll break your
neck. But if you see a wheel going uphill, latch on
for the ride. And when a wise man gives you
better advice than I just did, give me my advice
back again. I only want idiots following my advice,
the advice of a fool.
The gentleman who serves you only for profit
And is only superficially loyal to you
Will take off when it starts to rain
And leave you alone in the storm.
But I’ll linger. The fool will stay.
And let the wise man run away.
The servant who runs away is a fool.
But this fool is no scoundrel, by God.
Yes I informed
them.
Not cuffed like
you. LOL
How can they not talk to
me… how can they say
that they aren’t strong
Where’d you learn enough… They’re
that?
tricking me. Did you tell
them I wanted to talk to
them?
“informed them” really? The king wants to speak
with Cornwall. The father wants to speak with his
daughter. He orders them—he begs them. Did you
inform them of that? This is unbelievable!
“Passionate”? The “passionate” duke? Tell the hotheaded duke that I… But no, not yet. Maybe he’s not
feeling well. When we’re ill we can’t carry out our
duties as well as when we’re healthy. When our
bodies are out of order, our minds can’t function
properly. I’ll hold off, and subdue my impulsive
temper, which makes me judge a sick man as if he
were well. (he notices KENT again) A curse on my
royal power! Why should he sit here like this? The
fact that they punished him convinces me that Regan
and the duke are avoiding me on purpose. I want my
servant released. Go tell the duke and his wife I’ll
speak to them right now, at once. Tell them to come
here and hear me out, or else I’ll beat a drum at their
bedroom door until they can’t sleep any more.
I just want
things to be
ok with you
all… fine I’ll
leave….
Dad… chill. I think it’s more she doesn’t want to
Dad, you’re old. Your life is stretched to its limit.
seem like she’s loving you like she’d love a I believe you are, Regan. You
You should let others take care of you and submit
Daddy!
husband. can’t believe my sister would neglect
know why I think so? Because
to people who know
better
than
you
do
what’s
go
away
dad.
You
are
so
her obligations in any way. If she restrained
Glad
your
to seeyouRegan,
weren’tyour
glad,
I’d
sister’s
good for you. Please gooverreacting.
back to Goneril’s house.My ifdear
rowdy knights, she had such a good reason that
you!divorce
youranything.
dead mother,
not worth
Oh,
Admit you were wrong.
you can’t blame her for it.
kthnxbye
because
I’d know
Regan, she’s
tornshe
mecheated
apart
onwith
me. unkindness,
Any true daughter
like a of
Never,
Apologize?
Regan.
DoShe’s
you
think
sent
away
thisglad
kind
half
mine
would
definitely
be
vulture,
right
here.
(points
of thing
my
knights,
is me.
appropriate
glared
for
me,
the
and
royal
totosee
Oh,
you
free?
his
heart)
I are
canat
hardly
family?
aimed
“Dear
her
daughter,
Ilater
insults
admit I’m
We’ll
talkvenomous
about
speak.
You’ll
neveritbelieve
straight
old. how
OldWell
atpeople
my heart.
are useless.
She andI’m
her
monstrously—oh,
begging
ingratitude
you,can
on go
myto
knees,
hell! Itohope
give
screw
Regan!
me
shefood,
gets her
sick
clothes,
and and
becomes
a bed.”
lame!
psh.
Of course I do.
Yeah
You’re
do the
that.
bomb.com
Dad…
Um you’re
can’t. too
going
You really don’t
busy.
crazy.Sorry.
Go with
Hire
even need anyone
Gonny
someone
andtostay
watch
for
to watch after you.
over
a while.
you.
Even the poorest beggars have some meager
possessions they don’t really “need.” If you allow
people no more than what they absolutely need to
survive, then a human life is no better than an animal’s.
You’re a well-dressed lady. If you dressed only to stay
warm, you wouldn’t need these gorgeous clothes
you’re wearing—which don’t keep you warm at all. If
you want to talk about true needs, what I really need is
patience. Oh, gods, give me patience! You see me here,
gods, a grieving old man, as wretched in his grief as he
is in his old age. If you’re the ones setting my daughters
against me, don’t let me be foolish enough to take it
lying down. Give me noble anger, and don’t let any
womanly tears fall down my
man’s cheeks. No, you monstrous hags, I’ll get revenge
on you both that will make the whole world… I will do
such things—I don’t know what I’ll do exactly, but it’ll
be devastating. You expect me to cry? Well, I won’t. I
have a good reason to cry, but my heart will splinter
into a hundred thousand pieces before I let myself
cry.—Oh, Fool, I’ll go mad!
Well… I’ll never
talk
you
my
Goneril,
Butabout
I wanna
love
stay
littleme
with
Regan
right?
you.
like
that. I love her.
How
rude.
yup
Keep a watch on him or
something… The old man
This dude’s crazy…
is gonna kill himself if he’s
not careful.
yup