This Hideous Rashness

Let it fall rather, though the fork invade
The region of my heart.  Be Kent unmannerly
When Lear is mad.  What wouldst thou do, old man?
Think'st thou that duty shall have dread to speak
When power to flattery bows?
To plainness honor's bound
When majesty falls to folly.  Reserve thy state,
And in thy best consideration check
This hideous rashness.

King Lear
~ William Shakespeare