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Some blood drawn on me would beget opinion Fool. Nor I neither : bat I can tell why a snail
(Wounds his arm.) has a house.
Of my more fierce endeavour: I have seen drunk Lear. Why?
ards Fool. Why, to put his head in; not to give it Do more than this in sport.-Father ! father! away to his daughters, and leave his horns without Stop, stop! No help?
Enter GLOSTER and Servants with torches.
Glo. Now, Edmund, where's the villain ?
Edm. Here stood he in the dark, his sharp sword son why the seven stars are no more than seven, Mambling of wicked charms, conjuring the moon
To stand bis auspicious mistress :-
But where is he? Fool. Yes, indeed: Thou would'st make a good fool.
Edm. Look, sir, I bleed.
Where is the villain, Edmund ?
Edm. Fled this way, sir. Wben by no means
he could thee beaten for being old before thy time. Lear. How's that?
Glo. Parsue him, ho!-Go after.—[Exit Serv.] Fool. Thou should'st not have been old, before
By no means,—what?
Edm. Persuade me to the murder of your lordthou badst been wise.
ship; Lear. O let me not be mad, not mad, sweet
But that I told him, the revenging gods heaven! Keep me in temper: I would not be mad!
'Gainst parricides did all their thunders bend;
Spoke, with how manifold and strong a bond Enter Gentleman.
The child was bound to the father ;-Sir, in fine, How now! Are the horses ready?
Seeing how loathly opposite I stood
To his unnatural purpose, in fell motion,
With his prepared sword, he charges home
But when be saw my best alarnm'd spirits, Shall not
be a maid long, anless things be cut Bold in the quarrel's right, rous'd to the encounter, shorter.
[Exeunt. Or whether gasted by the noise I made,
Fall suddenly he fled.
Let him fly far:
And found-Despatch.—The noble dake my master,
My worthy arch and patron, comes to-night: Edm. Save thee, Curan.
By his authority I will proclaim it, Cur. And you, sir. I have been with your fa- That he, which finds him, shall deserve our thanks, ther; and given him notice, that the duke of Bringing the murderous coward to the stake; Cornwall, and Regan his duchess, will be here He, that conceals him, death. with him to-night.
Édm. When I dissuaded him from his intent, Edm. How comes that?
And found him pight to do it, with curst speech Cur. Nay, I know not: You have beard of the I threaten'd to discover him: He replied, news abroad; I mean the whispered ones, for Thou unpossessing bastard! dost thou think, they are yet bat ear-kissing arguments ?
If I would stand against thee, would the reposal Édm. Not I; 'Pray you, what are they? of any trust, virtue, or worth, in thee
Cur. Have you heard of no likely wars toward, Make thy words faith’d? No: what I should deny, 'twixt the dukes of Cornwall and Albany?
(As this I would; ay, though thou didst produce Edm. Not a word.
My very characler,) I'd turn it all
[Exit. And thou must make a dullard of the world,
Were very pregnant and potential spurs
Strong and fasten’d villain !
(Trumpets within.) work!
Hark, the duke's trampets! I know not why he
All ports I'll bar; the villain shall not ’scape ;
The duke must grant me that: besides, bis picture Intelligence is given where you are hid;
I will send far and near, that all the kingdom
To make thee capable.
[news. Advise yourself.
(Which I can call but now,) I have beard strange Edg.
I am sure on't, not a word, Regan. If it be true, all vengeance comes too Edm. I bear my father coming,-Pardon me :
[lord? In cunning I must draw my sword upon you: Which can pursue the offender. How dost, my Draw : Seem to defend yourself: Now quit you Glo. O, madam, my old heart is crack'd, is well.
Glo. O lady, lady, shame would have it hid! deny thoa know'st me? Is it two days ago, siger Reg. Was he not companion with the riotous ! tripp'd up thy beels, and beat thee, before the That tend upon my father?
[knights king ? Draw, you rogue; for, though it be nicht, Glo.
I know not, madam : the moon shines; I'll make a sop o'tbe moonsbite It is too bad, too bad.
of you : Draw, you whorson callionly barber-nos. Edm. Yes, madam, he was. ger, draw.
(Draving his sword! Reg. No marvel then, though he were ill af Stew. Away; I have nothing to do sith thee. fected;
Kent. Draw, you rascal: you come with letten 'Tis they have put bim on the old man's death, against the king; and take Fanity the puppet's To have the waste and spoil of his revenues. part, against the royalty of her father: Drax, yos I have this present evening from my sister rogue, or I'll so carbonado your shanks :-dras, Been well inform’d of them; and with such cau you rascal ; come your ways. tions,
Stew. Help, bo! murder! help! That, if they come to sojourn at my house,
Kent. Strike, you slave; stand, rogue, stand: I'll not be there.
you neat slave, strike.
(Beating him.) Corn.
Nor I, assare thee, Regan. Stew. Help, bo! murder! murder!
Enter EDMUND, CORNWALL, REGAN, GLOSTER, Edm. 'Twas my duty, sir.
and Servants. Glo. He did bewray his practice ; and receiv'd Edm. How now? What's the matter? Part. This hurt you see, striving to apprebend him. Kent. With you, goodman boy, if you please :* Corn, Is he pursued ?
come, I'll flesh you ; come on, young master. Glo.
Ay, my good lord, he is. Glo. Weapons! arms! What's the matter bere! Corn. If he be taken, he shall pever more
Corn. Keep peace, upon your lives; Be fear’d of doing harm: make your own purpose, He dies, that strikes again: What is the matter! How in my strength you please.- For you, Ed Reg. The messengers from our sister and the mund,
king. Whose virtue and obedience doth this instant Corn. What is your difference ? speak. So much commend itself, you shall be ours;
Stew. I am scarce in breath, my lord. Natures of such deep trust we shall much need; Kent. No marvel, you have so bestir'd rear You we first seize on.
valour. You cowardly rascal, nature disclaims in Edm.
I shall serve you, sir, thee; a tailor made thee. Truly, however else.
Corn. Thou art a strange fellow: a tailor este Glo. For him I thank your grace.
a man? Corn. You know not why we came to visit you, - Kent. Ay, a tailor, sir: a stone-catter, or : Reg. Thus out of season; threading dark-ey'd painter, could not have made him so ill, though night.
they had been but two hours at the trade. Occasions, noble Gloster, of some poize,
Corn. Speak yet, how grew your quarrel? Wherein we must have use of
Stew. This ancient ruflian, sir, whose life I bare Our father be bath writ, so hath our sister,
spar'd, Of differences, which I best thougbt it fit
At suit of his grey beard,.. To answer from our home; the several messengers Kent. Thou whorson zed! thou unnecessary letFrom hence attend despatch. Our good old friend, ter !—My lord, if you will give me leave, 1 il Lay comforts to your bosom; and bestow
tread this unbolted villain into mortar, and daab Your needful counsel to our business,
the wall of a jakes with him.-Spare my grey Which craves the instant use.
beard, you wagtail ! Glo.
I serve you, madam : Corn. Peace, sirrah ! Your graces are right welcome. [Exeunt. You beastly knave, know you no reverence ? SCENE II.-Before Gloster's Castle.
Kent. Yes, sir; but anger has a privilege.
Corn. Why art thou angry?
Kent. That such a slave as this should wear a Stew. Good dawning to thee, friend : Art of the
(these, Kent. Ay.
[house? Who wears no honesty. Such smiling rogues as Stew. Where may we set our horses?
Like rats, oft bite the holy cords at wain Kent I'the mire.
Which are too intrinse i'unloose : smooth every Stew. Pr’ythee, if thou love me, tell me.
passion Kent. I love thee not.
That in the natures of their lords rebels; Stew. Why, then I care not for thee.
Bring oil to fire, snow to their colder moods; Kent. If I had thee in Lipsbury pinfold, I would Renege, aflirm, and turn their balcyon beaks make thee care for me.
With every gale and vary of their masters, Stew. Why dost thou use me thus? I know As knowing nought, like dogs, but following:thee not.
A plague upon your epileptic visage! Kent. Fellow, I know thee.
Smile you my speeches, as I were a fool ! Stew. What dost thou know me for?
Goose, if I had you upon Sarum plain, Kent. A knave; a rascal, an eater of broken I'd drive ye cackling home to Camelot. meats ; a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three Corn. What, art thou mad, old fellow? suited, hundred-pound, filthy worsted-stocking Glo.
How fell you oot? knave; a lily-liver'd, action-taking knave; a whor- Say that. son, glass-gazing, superserviceable, finical rogue; Kent. No contraries hold more antipathy, one-trupk-inheriting slave; one that would'st be Than I and such a knave. a bawd, in way of good service, and art nothing Corn, Why dost thou call bim knave? What's but the composition of a kpave, beggar, coward,
his offence ? pander, and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch Kent. His countenance likes me not. one whom I will beat into clamorous whining, if Corn. No more, perchance, does mine, or his, thou deniest the least syllable of thy addition.
or hers. Stew. Why, what a monstrous fellow art thou, Kent. Sir, 'tis my occupation to be plain ; thus to rail on one, that is neither known of thee, I have seen better faces in my time, nor knows thee? Kent. What u hrazen-faced varlet
Than stands on any shoulder that I see to Before me at this instant.
This is some fellow, Kent. Good king, that must approve the comWho, having been prais'd for blantness, doth affect
mon saw! A saucy roughness; and constrains the garb, Thou out of heaveu's benediction com'st Quite from his nature: He cannot flatter, he! - To the warm san ! An honest mind and plain,-he must speak trath: Approach, thou beacon to this under globe, An they will take it, so; if not, he's plain. That by thy comfortable beams I may These kind of knaves I know, which in this plain- Peruse this letter!-Nothing almost sees miracles,
But misery ;-I know, 'tis from Cordelia; Harbour more craft, and more corrupter ends, Who hath most fortunately been inform'd Than twenty silly ducking observants,
Of my obscured course ; and shall find time That stretch their duties nicely.
From this enormous state,-seeking to give Kent. Sir, in good sooth, in sincere verity, Losses their remedies :-Al weary and o'erUnder the allowance of your grand aspect,
watch'd, Whose influence, like the wreath of radiant fire Take vantage, heavy eyes, not to behold On flickering Phoebus' front,
This shameful lodging. Corn.
What mean'st by this ? | Fortune, good night; smile once more; turn thy Kent. To go out of my dialect, which you dis
(He sleeps.) commend so much. I know, sir, I am no fatterer: he, that beguiled you in a plain accent, was a plain
SCENE III.- A Part of the Heath. knave; which, for my part, I will not be, though
Corn, What was the offence you gave him? And, by the happy hollow of a tree,
Never any: Escap'd the hunt. No port is free; no place, It pleas'd the king his master, very late,
That guard, and most unusual vigilance, To strike at me, upon his misconstruction ; Does not attend my taking. While I may 'scape, When he, conjunct, and flattering bis displeasure, I will preserve myself: and am bethought Tripp'd me behind; being down, insulted, rail'd, To take the basest and most poorest shape, And put upon him such a deal of man,
That ever penury, in contempt of man, That worthy'd him, got praises of the king Brought pear to beast: my face I'll grime with For bim attempting who was self-subdu'd;
filth; And, in the fleshment of this dread exploit, Blanket my loins; elf all my hair in knots, Drew on me here.
And with presented nakedness out-face Kent, None of these rogues, and cowards, The winds, and persecutions of the sky. Bat Ajax is their fool.
The country gives me proof and precedent Corn.
Fetch forth the stocks, ho! Of Bedlam beggars, who, with roaring voices, You stubborn ancient knave, you reverent braggart, Strike in their numb’d and mortified bare arms We'll teach you
Pins, wooden pricks, pails, sprigs of rosemary; Kent.
Sir, I am too old to learn; And with this horrible object, from low farms, Call not your stocks for me: I serve the king; Poor pelting villages, sheep-cotes and mills, On whose employment I was sent to you:
Sometime with lunatic bans, sometime with prayers, You shall do small respect, shew too bold malice Enforce their charity.- Poor Turly good! poor Against the grace and person of my master,
Tom ! Stocking his messenger.
That's something yet;-Edgar I nothing am.[E.cit. Corn.
Fetch forth the stocks ! As I've life and honour, there shall he sit till noon.
Scene IV.-Before Gloster's Castle. Reg. Till noon! till night, my lord ; and all
Enter LEAR, Fool, and Gentleman. night too.
Lear. 'Tis strange, that they should so depart Kent. Why, madam, if I were your father's dog,
from home, You should not use me so.
And not send back my messenger.
As I learn’d,
Glo. Let me beseech your grace not to do so : Lear. How !
No, my lord. Is such, as basest and contemned'st wretches, Fool. Ha, ha; look! he wears cruel garters! For pilferings and most common trespasses, Horses are tied by the heads; dogs, and bears, by Are punish'd with: the king must take it ilí, the neck; monkies by the loins, and men by the That he's so slightly valued in his messenger, legs: when a man is over-lusty at legs, then he Should have him thus restrain'd.
wears wooden nether-stocks.
I'll answer that. Lear. What's he, that bath so much ihy place Reg. My sister may receive it much more worse, To set thee here? To have her gentleman abus'd, assaulted,
It is both he and she, For following her affairs.-Put in his legs. Your son and daughter.
(Kent is put in the stocks.) Lear. No. Come, my good lord ; away.
Kent. Yes. [Exeunt Regan and Cornwall.
Lear. No, I say. Glo. I am sorry for thee, friend ; 'tis the duke's
Kent. I say, yea.
Lear. No, no; they would not.
(travell'd hard; Kent. By Juno, I swear, ay. Kent. Pray, do not, sir: I have watch’d, and Lear. They durst not do't;
(murder, Some time I shall sleep out, the rest I'll whistle. They could not, would not do't ; 'tis worse than A good man's fortune may grow out at heels : To do upon respect such violent outrage: Give you good-morrow!
Resolve me, with all modest haste, wbich way Glo. The duke's to blame in this ; 'twill be ill Thou might'st deserve, or they impose, tbis usage, taken.
[Exit. ' Coming from us.
My lord, when at their home Glo. Well, my good lord, I have inform'd then I did commend your highness' letters to them, Ere I was risen from the place that shew'd
Lear. Inform'd them! Dost thou understand ac, My duty kneeling, came there a reeking post, Glo. Ay, my good lord. Stew'd in his haste, balf breathless, panting forth Lear, The king would speak with Cornwall, From Goneril his mistress, salutations ;
the dear father Deliver'd letters, spite of intermission,
Would with his daughter speak, commands hez Which presently they read: on whose contents,
(blood!-They summond up their meiny, straight took Are they informd of this ? — My breath and horse ;
Fiery? ihe fiery duke ?–Tell the hot dake, that, Commanded me to follow, and attend
No, but not yet :-may be, he is not well:
Whereto our health is bound; we are not oer. Whose welcome, I perceiv'd, had poison'd mine,
selves, (Being the very fellow that of late
When nature, being oppress'd, commands the Display'd so saucily against your bighness,) To suffer with the body : I'll forbear; Having more man than wit about me, drew; And am fallen out with my more headier will, He rais'd the house with loud and coward cries : To take the indispos'd and sickly fit Your son and daughter found this trespass worth For the sound man.-Death on my state! where The shame which here it suffers.
(Looking en kent. Fool. Winter's not gone yet, if the wild geese Should he sit here? This act persuades me, fly that way.
That this remotion of the duke and her
Is practice only. Give me my servant forth :
Go, tell the duke and his wife, I'd speak with thea, But fathers, that bear bags,
Now, presently: bid them come forth and bear me, Shall see their children kind.
Or at their chamber door I'll beat the drun,
Till it cry-Sleep to death.
Glo. I'd have all well betwist you. [End. But for all this, thou shall have as many dolours Lear. O me, my heart, my rising heart!»bal, for thy daughters, as thou canst tell in a year.
down. Lear. 0, how this mother swells up toward my Fool. Cry to it, nuncle, as the cockney did 19 heart!
the eels, when she put them i'the paste alive; she Hysterica passio !-down, thou climbing sorrow, rapp'd 'em o'the coxcombs with a stick, and cred Thy element's below!-Where is this daughter? Dovon, wantons, down : 'Twas her brother, that, in Kent. With the earl, sir, here within.
pure kindness to his horse, buttered his hay. Lear.
Follow me not: Enter CORNWALL, REGAN, GLOSTER, and Stay here.
Servants. Gent, Made you no more offence than what you Lear. Good morrow to you both. speak of?
Hail to your grace! Kent. None.
(Kent is sei at überty.) How chance the king comes with so small a train ? Reg. I am glad to see your bighoess.
Fool. An thou hadst been set i'the stocks for Lear. Regan, I think you are; I know what that question, thou badst well deserved it. Kent, Why, fool ?
I have to think so: if thou should'st not be glad, Fool. We'll set thee to school to an ant, to teach I would divorce me from thy mother's tomb, thee there's no labouring in the winter. All, that Sepulch'ring an adultress.-0, are you free! follow their noses, are led by their eyes, but blind
(To Kent.) men; and there's not a uose among twenty, but can
Some other time for that.-Beloved Regan, smell him that's stinking. Let go thy hold, when Thy sister's naught: 0 Regan, she hath tied a great wheel runs down a bill, lest it break thy Sharp-tooth'd unkindness, like a voltore, bere,neck with following it; but the great one that goes
(Points to his heart. up the bill, let him draw thee after. When a wise I can scarce speak to thee; thou'lt not believe, man gives thee better counsel, give me mine again: of bow deprav'd a quality - Regan! I would have none but knaves follow it, since a Reg. I pray you, sir, take patience ; I have bope, fool gives it.
You less know how to value her desert,
Than she to scant her duty.
Say, how is that?
Reg. I cannot think, my sister in the least
Would fail her obligation : If, sir, perchance,
She have restrain's the riots of your followers, And let the wise man fly :
'Tis on such ground, and to such wholesome end, The knave turns fool, that runs away;
As clears her from all blame.
Lear. My curses on her!
0, sir, you are old, Fool. Not i'the stocks, fool.
Nature in you stands on the very verge
Of her confine: you should be rul'd, and led Re-enter LEAR, with GLOSTER,
By some discretion, that discerns your state Lear. Deny to speak with me? They are sick ? Better than you yourself: Therefore, I pray yos. they are weary ?
That to our sister you do make return;
Ask her forgiveness! Fetch me a better answer.
Do you but mark how this becomes the house: Glo.
My dear lord, Dear daughter, I confess that I am old; You know the fiery quality of the duke;
Age is unnecessary : on my knees I beg, ( Kneeling.) | How unremoveable and fix'd he is
That you'll vouchsafe me raiment, bed, and food. In bis own course.
Reg. Good sir, no more; these are unsightly Lear. Vengeance! plague! death! confusion ! Return you to my sister.
(tricks Fiery! what quality? Why, Gloster, Gloster, Leur,
Never, Regan : I'd speak with the dake of Cornwell, and lis wife. She hath abated me of half my train ;
Look'd black upon me; struck me with her tongue, Lear. I pr'ytheo, daughter, do not make me mad; Most serpent-like, upon the very heart.
I will not trouble ihee, my child; farewell: All the stor'd vengeances of heaven fall
We'll no more meet, no more see one another :On her ingrateful top! Strike her young bones, But yet thou art my flesh, my blood, my daughter; You taking airs, with lameness !
Or, rather, a disease that's in my flesh, Corn.
Fy, fy, fy! Which I must needs call mine : thoa art a boil, Lear. You nimble lightnings, dart your blinding A plague-sore, an embossed carbuncle, flames
In my corrupted blood. But I'll not chide thee; Into her scornful eyes! Infect her beauty,
Let shame come when it will, I do not call it: You fen-suck'd logs, drawn by the powerful sun, I do not bid the thunder-bearer shoot, To fall and blast her pride!
Nor tell tales of thee to high-judging Jove: Reg.
O the blest gods! Mend when thou canst; be better, at thy leisure : So will you wish on me, when the rash mood's on. I can be patient; I can stay with Regan, Lear. No, Regan, thou shalt never have my I, and my buudred knights. corse ;
Not altogether so, sir; Thy tender-befted nature shall not give
I look'd not for you yet, nor am provided Thee o'er to harshness; her eyes are fierce, but for your fit welcome: Give ear, sir, to my sister; thine
For those that mingle reason with your passion, Do comfort, and not burn: 'Tis not in thee
Must be content to think you old, and so-
Is this well spoken now? And, in conclusion, to oppose the bolt
Reg. I dare avouch it, sir : What, fifty followAgainst my coming in: thou better know'st
ers? The offices of nature, bond of childhood,
Is it not well? What should you need of more? Effects of courtesy, dues of gratitude;
Yea, or so many? sith that both charge and danger Thy balf o'the kingdom bast thou not forgot, Speak 'gainst so great a number? How, in one Wherein I tbee endow'd.
Good sir, to the purpose. Should many people, under two commands,
(Trumpets within.) | Hold amity?'tis hard ; almost impossible. Lear. Who put my man i'the stocks?
Gon. Why might not you, my lord, receive Corn. Wbat trumpet's that?
attendance Enter Steward.
From those that she calls servants, or from mine? Reg. I know't, my sister's: this approves her
Reg. Why not, my lord ? If then they chanc'd
to slack you, letter,
We could control them: If you will come to me, That she would soon be here. Is your lady come ? Lear. This is a slave, whose easy-borrow'd pride To bring but live-and-twenty; to no more
(For now I spy a danger,) L'entreat you Dwells in the fickle grace of her he follows:
Will I give place, or notice.
Lear. I gave you all-.
And in good time you gave it. Lear. Wbo stock'd my servant? Regan, I have good bope
Lear. Made you my goardians, my depositaries;
(beavens, Thou didst not know of't-Who comes here? O, | With such a pamber: What, must I come to you
Bat kept a reservation to be follow'a
With five-and-twenty, Regan? said you so?
Reg. And speak it again, my lord: no more Allow obedience, if yourselves are old,
[farour'd, Make it your cause; send down, and take my Leur. Tbose wicked creatures yet do look wellpart!
When others are more wicked; not being the Art pot asham'd to look upon this beard ?
(To Goneril.) Stands in some rank of praise :-I'll go with thee : O, Regan, wilt thou take her by the hand ?
To Goneril.) Gou. Why not by the hand, sir? How have I Thy fifty yet doth double five-and-twenty, offended ?
And thou art twice her love. All's not offence, that indiscretion finds,
Hear me, my lord ; And dotage terms so.
What need you five-and-twenty, ten, or five, Lear.
0, sides, you are too tough! To follow in a house, where twice so many Will you yet hold ?-How came my man i' tbe Have a command to tend you? stocks?
What need one? [gars Corn. I set him there, sir: but his own disor Lear. O, reason not the need : our basest bega Desery'd much less advancement.
Are in the poorest thing superfluous : Lear.
You ! did you? Allow not nature more than nature needs, Reg. I pray you, father, being weak, seem so. Man's life is cheap as beast's : thou art a lady; If, till the expiration of your month,
If only to go warm were gorgeous, You will return and sojonrn with my sister, Wby, nature needs not what ihou gorgeous wear'st, Dismissing half your train, come then to me; Which scarcely keeps thee warm.-But, for true I am now from home, and out of that provision,
(veed! Which shall be needful for your entertainment, You heavens, give me that patience, patience I
Lear. Return to her, and fifty men dismiss'd ? You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, No, rather I abjure all roofs, and choose
As full of grief, as age; wretched in both! To wage against the enmity o'the air;
If it be you, that stir these daughters' hearts To be a comrade with the wolf and owl,
Against their father, fool me not so noch Necessity's sharp pinch !-Return with her? To bear it tamely; touch me with noble anger! Why, the hot-blooded France, that dowerless took | O, let not women's weapons, water-drops, Our youngest born, I could as well be brought Stain my man's cheeks!- No, you unnatural bags, To knee his throne, and, squire-like, pension beg I will băve soch revenges on you both, To keep base life a-foot :-Return with ber? That all the world shall-I will do such thingsPersunde me rather to be slave and sumpter What they are, yet I know not; bat they shall be To this detested groom. (Looking on the Steward.) The terrors of the earth. You think, I'll weep; Gon, At your choice, sir.
No, I'll not weep :