KENT is in the stocks. LEAR enters with the FOOL and the GENTLEMAN.
It’s strange that Regan and her husband left their house without sending back my messenger.
According to what I heard, they had no travel plans as of last night.
(to LEAR) Hail, noble master!
What’s this? Are you sitting around in this humiliation to amuse yourself?
Ha, ha! That’s a nasty garter belt. You tie up horses by their heads, dogs and bears by their necks, monkeys by their waists, and humans by their legs. When a person’s prone to wanderlust, he has to wear wooden socks, like a chastity belt around his ankles.
(to KENT) Who could have misunderstood your assigment so completely as to lock you up like this?
Your daughter and son-in-law.
I’m telling you “No.”
And I’m telling you “Yes.”