patient, they are ‘free,’ even joyous, in spite of the tender sympathies which strive in vain to overwhelm him.  This ability to feel and offer great sympathy with distress, without losing through the sympathy any elasticity or strength, is a noble quality, sometimes found in souls like Edgar’s, naturally buoyant and also religious.  It may even be characteristic of him that, when Lear is sinking down in death, he tries to rouse him and bring him back to life.  ‘Look up, my lord!’ he cries.  It is Kent who feels that

                       he hates him,
     That would upon the rack of this tough world
     Stretch him out longer.

Kent is one of the best-loved characters in Shakespeare.  He is beloved for his own sake, and also for the sake of Cordelia and of Lear.  We are grateful to him because he stands up for Cordelia, and because, when she is out of sight, he constantly keeps her in our minds.  And how well these two love each other we see when they meet.  Yet it is not Cordelia who is dearest to Kent.  His love for Lear is the passion of his life:  it is his life.  At the beginning he braves Lear’s wrath even more for Lear’s sake than Cordelia’s.[173] At the end he seems to realise Cordelia’s death only as it is reflected in Lear’s agony.  Nor does he merely love his master passionately, as Cordelia loves her father.  That word ‘master,’ and Kent’s appeal to the ‘authority’ he saw in the old King’s face, are significant.  He belongs to Lear, body and soul, as a dog does to his master and god.  The King is not to him old, wayward, unreasonable, piteous:  he is still terrible, grand, the king of men.  Through his eyes we see the Lear of Lear’s prime, whom Cordelia never saw.  Kent never forgets this Lear.  In the Storm-scenes, even after the King becomes insane, Kent never addresses 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.