him without the old terms of respect, ‘your grace,’ ‘my lord,’ ‘sir.’ How characteristic it is that in the scene of Lear’s recovery Kent speaks to him but once: it is when the King asks ‘Am I in France?’ and he answers ‘In your own kingdom, sir.’
In acting the part of a blunt and eccentric serving-man Kent retains much of his natural character. The eccentricity seems to be put on, but the plainness which gets him set in the stocks is but an exaggeration of his plainness in the opening scene, and Shakespeare certainly meant him for one of those characters whom we love none the less for their defects. He is hot and rash; noble but far from skilful in his resistance to the King; he might well have chosen wiser words to gain his point. But, as he himself says, he has more man than wit about him. He shows this again when he rejoins Lear as a servant, for he at once brings the quarrel with Goneril to a head; and, later, by falling upon Oswald, whom he so detests that he cannot keep his hands off him, he provides Regan and Cornwall with a pretext for their inhospitality. One has not the heart to wish him different, but he illustrates the truth that to run one’s head unselfishly against a wall is not the best way to help one’s friends.
One fact about Kent is often overlooked. He is an old man. He tells Lear that he is eight and forty, but it is clear that he is much older; not so old as his master, who was ‘four-score and upward’ and whom he ‘loved as his father,’ but, one may suppose, three-score and upward. From the first scene we get this impression, and in the scene with Oswald it is repeatedly confirmed. His beard is grey. ‘Ancient ruffian,’ ‘old fellow,’ ‘you stubborn ancient knave, you reverent braggart’—these are some of the expressions applied to him. ‘Sir,’ he says to Cornwall, ‘I am too old to learn.’ If his age is not remembered, we fail to realise the full beauty of his thoughtlessness of himself, his incessant
