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.]

How now! where's that mongrel?

Knight.
He says, my lord, your daughter is not well.

Lear.
Why came not the slave back to me when I called him?

Knight.
Sir, he answered me in the roundest manner, he would not.

Lear.
He would not!

Knight.
My lord, I know not what the matter is; but to my judgment your
highness is not entertained with that ceremonious affection as
you were wont; there's a great abatement of kindness appears as
well in the general dependants as in the duke himself also and
your daughter.

Lear.