1 He calls to horse; but will I know not whither.
2 The prince of darkness is a gentleman: Modo he's call'd, and Mahu.
3 Ask him his purposes, why he appears Upon this call o the trumpet.
4 Frateretto calls me; and tells me Nero is an angler in the lake of darkness.
5 I have a journey, sir, shortly to go; My master calls me, I must not say no.
6 No, sir; but you have that in your countenance which I would fain call master.
7 I am doubtful that you have been conjunct And bosom'd with her, as far as we call hers.
8 I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children; You owe me no subscription: then let fall Your horrible pleasure.
9 But yet thou art my flesh, my blood, my daughter; Or rather a disease that's in my flesh, Which I must needs call mine.
10 He led our powers; Bore the commission of my place and person; The which immediacy may well stand up And call itself your brother.
11 If you do find him, pray you give him this; And when your mistress hears thus much from you, I pray desire her call her wisdom to her.
12 Of Gloucester's treachery And of the loyal service of his son When I inform'd him, then he call'd me sot, And told me I had turn'd the wrong side out.
13 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 nam'd.
14 Sir, I am too old to learn: Call not your stocks for me: I serve the King; On whose employment I was sent to you: You shall do small respect, show too bold malice Against the grace and person of my master, Stocking his messenger.
15 But I'll not chide thee; Let shame come when it will, I do not call it: I do not bid the thunder-bearer shoot, Nor tell tales of thee to high-judging Jove: Mend when thou canst; be better at thy leisure: I can be patient; I can stay with Regan, I and my hundred knights.