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I bave full cause of weeping; but this heart In some of oar best ports, and are at point
To shew their open banner.-Now to you:
(Eseunt Lear, Gloster, Kent, and Fool. To make your speed to Dover, you shall find Corn. Let us withdraw, 'twill be a storm. Some thai will thank you, making just report
(Storm heard at a distance.) of how unnatural and bemadding sorrow Reg.
This house The king hath cause to plain,
And, from some knowledge and assurance, offer Gon.
'Tis his own blame; he hath put This office to you. Himself from rest, and must needs taste his folly. Gent. I will talk farther with you. Reg. For his particular, I'll receive him gladly, Kent.
No, do pot. But not one follower.
For confirmation that I am much more
Than my out wall, open this purse, and take
What it contains : If you shall see Cordelia, Re-enter GLOSTER.
(As fear not but you shall,) shew her this ring; Corn, Follow'd the old man forth :-he is re
And she will tell you who your fellow is, turn'd.
That yet you do not know. Fy on on this storn! Glo. The king is in high rage.
I will go seek the king:
Geni. Give me your hand: Have you no mere to Glo. He calls to horse; but will I know not
Kent. Few words, bat, to effect, more thas al whither.
(pais Corn. 'Tis best to give him way; he leads him- That when we have found the king, (in which voar Gon. My lord, entreat him by no means to stay. That way; I'll this;) be, that first lights on bin, Glo. Alack, the night comes on, and the bleak winds Holla the other.
(Eseunt sererate Do sorely ruffle; for many miles about
SCENE II.-Another part of the Heath. Store There's scarce a bush.
Enter LEAR and Fool.
Lear, Blow, wind, and crack your cheeks! rage' He is attended with a desperate train;
blow? And what they may incense him to, being apt
You cataracts, and hurricanoes, spout (corks! To have his ear abus'd, wisdom bids fear.
Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the Corn. Shut up your doors, my lord; 'tis a wild You sulpharous and thought-executing fires, night;
Vaunt couriers to oak-cleaving thunder-bolts, My Regan counsels well: come out o'the storm. Singe my white bead! And thou, all-shaking that
der, ACT III.
Strike flat the thick rotondity o'the world!
Crack nature's moulds, all germens spill at once, SCENE I.-A Heatk.
That make ingrateful man! A storm is heard, with thunder and lightning. Enter Fool. O nuncle, court holy-water in a dry boos KENT and a Gentleman, meeting:
is better than this rain-water out o'door. Good Kent. Who's here, beside foul weather? nuncle, in, and ask thy daughter's blessing; beres Gent, One minded like the weather, most on a night pities neither wise men por fools. quietly.
Lear. Rumble thy belly-full! Spit, fire! spoat, Kent. I know you; where's the king ?
rain! Gent. Contending with the fretful element: Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters: Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea,
I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness, Or swell the curved waters 'bove the main,
I never gave you kingdom, call'd you childrea, That things might change, or cease; tears his white You owe me no subscription; whg then let fall hair;
Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slare, Which the impetuous blasts, with eyeless rage, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man :Catch in their fury, and make nothing of:
But yet I call you servile ministers, Strives in his little world of man to out-scorn That bave with two pernicious daughters join'd The to-and-fro-conflicting wind and rain.
Your high-engender'a battles, 'gainst a head This night, wherein the cub-drawn bear would So old and white as this. 0! 0! 'tis foul! couch,
Fool. He, that has a boose to put his head , The lion and the belly-pinched wolf
has a good head-piece. Keep their for dry, unbonneted he runs,
The cod-piece that will house,
Before the head has any,
The head and he shall louse!
So beggars marry many.
The man that makes his ioe
What he his heart should make,
Shall of a corn cry toe, Commend a dear thing to you. There is division,
And turn his sleep to wake. Although as yet the face of it be cover'd
-for there was never yet fair woman, but she made With mutual cunning, 'twixt Albany and Cornwall; | mouths in a glass. Wbo bave (as who have not, that their great stars
Enter KENT. Thron'd and set high ?) servants who seem no less; Lear. No, I will be the pattern of all patience, I Which are to France the spies and speculations will say nothing. Intelligent of our state ; what hath been seen, Kent, Who's there? Either in snuffs and packings of the dukes;
Fool. Marry, here's grace, and a cod-piece; that's Or the hard rein which both of them have borne a wise man, and a fool.
(sight, Against the old kind king; or something deeper, Kent. Alas, sir, are you here? things, that love Whereof, perchance, these are but furnishings ; Love not such nights as these; the wratbful skies Bat, true it is, from France there comes a power Gallow the very wanderers of the dark, Into this scatter'd kingdom; who already, And make them keep their caves: Since I was mas, Wise in our negligence, have secret feet
Such sbeets of fre, such barsts of borrid thunder,
Such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never Instantly know; and of that letter too :Remember to have heard: man's nature cannot carry This seems a fair deserving, and must draw me The affliction, nor the fear.
That which my father loses; no less than all : Lear.
Let the great gods, The younger rises, when the old doth fall. [Exit. That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads,
SCENE IV-A part of the Heath, with a Hovel. Find out their enemies now. Tremble, thou wretch, That hast within thee undivulged crimes,
Enter LEAR, KENT, and Fool. Unwhipp'd of justice: hide thee, thou bloody hand;
Kent. Here is the place, my lord; good my lord, Thou perjur'd, and thou simular man of virtue, That art incestuous: Caitiff, to pieces shake,
The tyranny of the open night's too rough That upder covert and convenient seeming
For nature to endure.
Lear. Hast practis'd on man's life:-Close pent-up guilts,
Let me alone. Rive your concealing continents, and cry
Kent, Good my lord, enter bere. These dreadful summoners grace.-I am a man,
Wilt break my heart? More sinn'd against, than sinning.
Kent. I'd rather break mine own: Good my lord,
(tious storm Gracious my lord, hard by here is a hovel;
Lear. Thou think'st 'tis much, that this contenSome friendship will it lend you’gainst the tempest; But where the greater malady is fix'd,
Invades us to the skin : so 'tis to thee; Repose you there: while I to this bard house,
The lesser is scarce felt. Thou'dst shun a bear: (More hard than is the stone wbereof 'tis rais'd; Which even but now, demanding after you,
But if thy flight lay toward the raging sea, Denied me to come in,) return, and force
Thou’dst meet the bear i' the mouth. When the Their scanted courtesy.
The body's delicate: the tempest in my mind
Save what beats there.-Filial ingratitude!
For lifting food to't?—But I will punish home: -
To shut me out!--Pour on; I will endure: Fool. He that has a little tiny wit,
In such a night as this ! O'Regan, Goneril ! With heigh, ho, the wind and the rain,
Your old kind father, whose frank beart gave all, Must inake content with his fortunes fit;
0, that way madness lies; let me shun that;
No more of that,-
Good my lord, enter here. this hovel. [Exeunt Lear and Kent.
Lear. Pr’ytbee, go in thyself; seek thine owa Fool. This is a brave night to cool a courtezan.I'll speak a prophecy e'er I go:
This tempest will not give me leave to ponder When priests are more in word than matter;
On things would hurt me more-But I'll go in : When brewers mar their malt with water;
In, boy; go first. To the Fool.) You houseless When nobles are their tailors' tutors;
poverty, No heretics burn'd, but wenches' suitors :
Nay, get thee in. I'll pray, and then I'll sleep. When every case in law is right;
(Fool goes in.) No squire in debt, por no poor knight;
Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are,
That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,
How shall your houseless heads, and unfed sides,
Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you And bawds and whores do churches build;
From seasons such as these? 0, I have ta'en Then shall the realm of Albion
Too little care of this! Take physic, pomp; Come to great confusion.
Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel; Then comes the time, who lives to see't,
That thou may'st shake the superflux to them, Tbat going shall be os’d with feet.
And shew the heavens more just. This prophecy Merlin shall make; for I live before
Edg. (Within.) Fathom and half, fathom and his time.
half! Poor Tom !
(The Fool runs out from the hovel.) SCENE III.--A Room in Gloster's Castle. Fool. Come not in here, nuncle, bere's a spirit. Enter Gloster and EDMUND.
Help me, help me! Glo. Alack, alack, Edmond, I like not this un
Kent. Give me thy hand.- Who's there? natural dealing : When I desired their leave that I
Fool. A spirit, a spirit; he says his name's poor might pity bim, they took from me the use of mine
[i'the straw ? own bouse; charged me, op pain of their perpetual
Kent What art thou that dost grumble there displeasure, neither to speak of him, entreat for Come forth. him, nor any way sustain him.
Enter EDGAR, disguised as a madman. · Edm. Most savage and unnatural!
Edg. Away! the foul bend follows me! Glo. Go to; say you nothing: There is division Through the sharp hawthorn blows the cold wind. between the dukes; and a worse matter than that: Humph! go to thy cold bed, and warm thee. I have received a letter this night ;-'tis dangerous Lear. Hast thou given all to thy two daughters! to he spoken :- I have locked the letter in my clo- | And art thou come to this? set: these injuries the king now bears will be re Edg. Who gives any thing to poor Tom ? whom venged home; there is part of a power already the foul fiend hath led through fire and through footed: we must incline to the king. I will seek flame, through ford and whirlpool, over bog and him, and privily relieve bim: go you, and maintain quagmire; that hath laid knives under his pillow, talk with the duke, that my charity be not of bim and halters in his pew; set ratsbane by his porridge; perceived: If he ask for me, I am ill, and gone to made him proud of heart, to ride on a bay trottingbed. If I die for it, as no less is threatened me, horse over four-inched bridges, to course his own the king my old master must be relieved. There shadow for a traitor :- Bless thy five wits ! Tom's is some strange thing toward, Edmund; pray you, a-cold.-0, do de, do de, do de.--Bless thee from be carefu).
(Exit. whirlwinds, star-blasting, and taking! Do poor Edm. This courtesy forbid thee, shall the duke Tom some charity, whom the foul fiend rexes ::
There could I have him now,—and there,--and the old rat, and the ditch-dog; drinks the green there,-and there again, and there.
mantle of the standing pool; who is wbipped from
(Storm continues.) tything to tything, and stocked, punished, and Lear. What, have his daughters brought him to imprisoned; who hath had three suits to his back, this pass?
[all ? six shirts to his body, borse to ride, and weapon Could'st thou save nothing! Did'st thoa give them to wear,--.
Fool. Nay, he reserved a blanket, else we had But mice, and rats, and such small deer, been all shamed.
Have been Tom's food for sever long year. Lear. Now, all the plagaes, that in the penduloas Beware my follower:—Peace, Smolkin; peace, Hang fated o'er men's faults, light on thy daughters!
thou fiend! Kent. He hath no daughters, sir.
Glo. What, hath your grace no better compasy! Lear. Death, traitor ! nothing could have sub Edg. The prince of darkness is a gentleman, du'd nature Modo he's callid, and Mahu.
(vile, To such a lowness, but his unkind daughters. Glo. Oar flesh and blood, my lord, is gross så Is it the fashion, that discarded fathers
That it doth hate what gets it. Should have thus little mercy on their flesh ?
Edg. Poor Tom's a-cold. Judicious punishment! 'twas this flesh begot Glo. Go in with me; my daty cannot saffer Those pelican daughters.
To obey in all your daughters' hard commands: Edg. Pillicock sat on pillicock's-hill ;
Though their injunction be to bar my doors, Halloo, halloo, loo, loo!
And let this tyrannous night take hold upon yoa; Fool. This cold night will turn us all to fools Yet bave I venter'd to come seek you out, and madmen.
And bring you where both fire and food is ready. Edg. Take heed o'the foul fiend: Obey thy pa Lear. First let me talk with this philosopher :rents; keep thy word justly; swear not; commit What is the cause of thunder! pot with man's sworn spouse ; set not thy sweet Kent. Good my lord, take his offer; heart on proud array: Tom's a-cold.
Go into the house.
(Theban :Lear. What bast thou been?
Lear. I'll talk a word with this same learned Edg. A serving-man, proud in beart and mind; What is your study? that curled my hair ; wore gloves in my cap, Edg. How to prevent the fiend, and to kill vermis. served the last of my mistress's heart, and did the Lear. Let me ask you one word in private. act of darkness with her; swore as many oaths as Kent. Impórtane bim once more to go, my lord, I spake words, and broke them in the sweet face His wits begin to ansettle. of heaven: one that slept in the contriving of last, Glo.
Can'st thou blame bim? and waked to do it: Wine loved I deeply; dice His daughters seek bis death :-Ah, that good dearly; and in woman, out-paramoured ibe Turk:
Kent !False of heart, light of ear, bloody of hand; Hog He said it would be thus :-Poor banish'd manin sloth, fox in stealth, wolf in greediness, dog in Thou say'st the king grows mad; I'll tell ther, madness, lion in prey. Let not the creaking of
friend, shoes, nor the rustling of silks, betray thy poor I am almost mad myself: I had a son, heart to women: Keep thy foot out of brothels, thy Now outlaw'd from my blood; be sought my life, hand out of plackets, thy pen from lenders' books, But lately, very late; I lov'd him, friend, and defy the foul fiend.Still through the haw- No father his son dearer : true to tell thee, thorn blows the cold wind : Says suum mun, ba
(Storm contianes.) no nonny, dolphin my boy, my boy,, sessa; let The grief hath craz'd my wits. What a night's him trot by. (Storm still continues.)
this! Lear. Why, thou were better in thy grave, than I do beseech your grace, to answer with thy uncovered body this extremity lear.
0, cry you meres, of the skies.-Is man no more than this ? Con- Noble philosopher, your company. sider him well : Thou owest the worm no silk, the Edg. Tom's a-cold.
(warm. beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no per Glo. In, fellow, there, to the hovel: keep thee fume:-Ha! here's three of us are sophisticated! Lear. Come, let's in all. Thou art the thing itself: maccommodated man is Kent.
This way, my lord. no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as Lear.
With bin ; thou art.-Off, off, you lendings :—Come; unbut. I will keep still with my philosopher. ton here.-.
(l'earing off his clothes.) Kent. Good my lord, sooth him; let him take Fool. Pr'ythee, nuncle, be contented ; this is a
the fellow. naughty night to swim in. Now a little fire in a Glo. Take himn you on. wild field were like an old lecher's heart; a small Kent, Sirrah, come on; go along with us. spark, all the rest of his body cold.-Look, here Lear. Come, good Athenian. comes a walking fire.
No words, no words: Edg. This is the foal fiend Flibbertigibbet: he Hush. begins at curfew, and walks till the first cock; he Edg. Child Rowland to the dark tower came, gives the web and the pin, squints the eye, and His word was still,- Fie, foh, and fum, makes the hare-lip; mildews the white wheat, I smell the blood of a British man. (Eseunt. and hurts the poor creature of earth.
Scene V.-A Room in Gloster's Castle.
Enter CORNWALL and EDMUND.
Corn. I will have my revenge, ere I depart kis
house. And aroint thee, wilch, aroint thee!
Edm. How, my lord, I may be censured, that Kent. How fares your grace?
nature thus gives way to loyalty, something fears Enter Gloster, with a torch.
me to think of. Lear. What's be?
Corn. I now perceive, it was not altogether your Kent. Who's there? What is't you seek? brother's evil disposition made him seek his death; Glo. What are you there? Your names? bat a provoking inerit, set a-work by a reproveable
Edg. Poor Tom; that eats the swimming frog, badness in himself. the toad, the tadpole, the wall-newt, and the Edm. How malicious is my fortune, that I mest water; that in the fury of his heart, when the foul repent to be just! This is the letter he spoke ei, fiend rages, eats cow-dung for sallets; swallows / which approves him an intelligent party to ths
advantages of France. O heavens! that this trea Lear. And bere's another, whose warp'd looks son were not, or not I the detector!
proclaim Corn. Go with me to the duchess.
What store her heart is made of.-Stop her there! Edm. If the matter of this paper be certain, you Arms, arms, sword, fire !-Corrnption in the place! have mighty bąsiness in hand.
False justicer, why hast thou let her 'scape ? Corn. True, or false, it hath made thee earl of Edg. Bless thy live wits! Gloster. Seek out where thy father is, that he Kent. O pity !-Sir, where is the patience now, may be ready for our apprehension.
That you so oft have boasted to retain ? Edm. (Aside.) If I find bim comforting the king, Edg. My tears begin to take his part so much, it will staff his suspicion more fully.--I will perse- | They'll mar my counterfeiting;
(A side.) vere in my course of loyalty, though the conflict be Lear. The little dogs and all, sore between that and my blood.
Tray, Blanch, and Sweet-heart, see they bark at me. Corn. I will lay trust upon thee; and thou shalt Edg. Tom will throw his head at them :-Avaunt, find a dearer father in my love.
(Exeunt. you curs ! Scene VI.-A Chamber in a Farm-House, adjoin
Be thy mouth or black or white,
Tooth that poisons, if it bite;
Mastiff, grey-bound, mongrel grim,
Hoand, or spauiel, brach, or !ym;
Or bobtail tike, or trundle-tail;
Tom will make them weep and wail :
For, with throwing thus my head, to his impatience :-The gods reward your kind
Dogs leap the hatch, and all are fled.
Do des de de, Sessa. Come, march to wakes and ness!
[Exit Gloster. fairs, and market towns :-Poor Tom, tby born is Edg. Frateretto calls me; and tells me, Nero is dry. an angler in the lake of darkness. Pray, innocent, Lear. Then let them anatomize Regan, see what and beware the foul fiend.
breeds about her heart : Is there any cause in naFool. Pr'ythee, nuncle, tell me, whether a mad- tare, that makes these hard bearts?—You, sir, I man be a gentleman, or a yeoman?
entertain you for one of my bundred ; only, I do Lear. A king, a king!
not like the fashion of your garments : you will say, Pool. No; he's a yeoman, that has a gentleman they are Persian attire ; but let them be changed. to his son: for he's a mad yeoman, that sees his
(To Edgar.) son a gentleman before him. Lear. To have a thousand with red burning spits
Kent. Now, good my lord, lie bere, and rest
awhile. Come hizzing in upon them:
Lear. Make no noise, make no noise; draw the
: So, so, so: We'll go to supper i' the a wolf, a horse's health, a boy's love, or a whore's Fool. And I'll go to bed at noon. oath. Lear. It shall be done, I will arraign them
Re-enter GLOSTER. straight:
Glo. Come hither, friend : Where is the king, Come, sit thon bere, most learned justicer ;
[are gone. (70 Edgar.) Kent. Here, sir; but trouble him not, bis wits Thou, sapient sir, sit here. (To the Fool.)-Now, Glo. Good friend, I pr'ythee take him in thy you she foxes!
There is a litter ready ; lay him in't,
And drive toward Dover, friend, where thou shalt
meet And she must not speak
Both welcome and protection. Take up thy master: Why she dares not come over to thee.
If thou should'st dally half an hour, his life, Edg. The foul fiend haunts poor Tom in the With thine, and all that offer to defend him, voice of a nightingale. Hopdance cries in Tom's Stand in assured loss: Take up, take up; belly for two white herrings. Croak not, black And follow me, that will to some provision angel; I have no food for thee.
Give thee quick conduct.
Oppress’d nature sleeps : amaz'd:
This rest might yet have balm’d tby broken senses, Will you lie down and rest opon the
cashions ? Which, if convenience will not allow, Lear. I'll see their trial first :-Bring in the Stand in hard core.—Come, help to bear thy master; evidence.
Thou must not stay behind. (To the Fool.) Thou robed man of justice, take thy place ; Glo.
Come, come, away. (To Edgar.) [Exeunt Kent, Gloster, and the Fool, bearing And thou, his yoke-fellow of equity, (To the Fool.)
off the King. Bench by bis side: You are of the commission, Edg. When we our betters see bearing our woes, Sit you too.
(To Kent.) We scarcely think our miseries our foes. Édg. Let us deal justly.
Who alone suffers, suffers most i' the mind; Šleepest, or wakest thou, jolly shepherd? Leaving free things, and happy shews, behind : Thy sheep be in the corn;
But then the mind much sufferance doth o'erskip, And for one blast of thy minikin mouth,
When grief hath mates, and bearing fellowship. Thy sheep shall take no harm.
How light and portable my pain seems now, Par! the cat is grey.
When that, which makes me bend, makes the king Lear. Arraign her first; 'tis Goneril. I here take my oath before this honourable assembly, ahe He childed, as I father'd!—Tom, away: kicked the poor king her father.
Mark the high noises ; and thyself bewray, Fool. Come hither, mistress; Is your name When false opinion, whose wrong thought defiles Goneril?
In thy just proof, repeals, and reconciles thee.
Scene VII.-A Room in Gloster's Castle. Plack out his poor old eyes; nor thy fierce sister Enter CORNWALL, REGAN, GONERIL, EDMUND, In his anointed flesh stick bóarish fangs. and Servants.
The sea, with such a storm as his bare bead Corn. Post speedily to my lord your husband; In hell-black night endur'd, would have buor'd up, shew him this letter :-the army of France is And quench'd the stelled fires: yet, poor old heart, landed :-Seek out the villain Gloster.
He holp the heavens to rain. [Exeunt some of the Servants. If wolves bad at thy gate bowlid that stern time, Reg. Hang him instantly.
Thou should'st have said, Good porter, turn the key; Gon. Pluck out bis eyes.
All cruels else subscrib'd:—But I shall see Corn. Leave him to my displeasure.—Edmund, The winged vengeance overtake such childred. keep you our sister company; the revenges we are
Corn. See it shalt thou never :-Fellows, bold bound to take upon your traitorous father, are not
the chair :fit for your beholding. Advise the duke, where you Upon these eyes of thine I'll set my foot. are going, to a most festinate preparation; we are
(Gloster is held down in his chair, akit bound to the like. Our posts shall be swift, and
Cornwall plucks out one of his eyes, intelligent betwixt as. Farewell, dear sister ;
and sets his foot on it.) farewell, my lord of Gloster.
Glo. He, that will think to live till be be old. Enter Steward.
Give me some help:-( cruel! O ye gods! How now? Where's the king? (hence:
Reg. One side will mock another; the other t02.
Corn. If you see vengeance, — Stew. My lord of Gloster bath convey'd him
Hold your hand, my lord; Some five or six and thirty of his knights,
I have serv'd you ever since I'was a child,
But better service bave I never done you,
Than now to bid you hold.
How now, you doz! boast
Serv. If you did wear a beard upon your chin, To have well-armed frievds.
I'd shake it on this quarrel : What do you meas! Corn. Get horses for your mistress.
Corn. My villain ! (Draws, and runs af ken) Gon. Farewell, sweet lord, and sister.
Serv. Nay, then come on, and take the chance of [Exeunt Goneril and Edmund.
anger. Corn. Edmund, farewell, -Go, seek the traitor
(Draws. They fight. Cornwall is trounded.) Gloster, Pinion bim like a thief, bring him before us:
Reg. Give me thy sword.—(To arother Serrant. (Exeunt other Servants.
A peasant stand up thus!
(Snatches a sword, comes behind, and stabs bix) Though well we may not pass upon his life
Serv. 0, I am slain!—My lord, you hare ose Without the forın of justice ; yet our power
eye left Shall do a courtesy to our wrath, which men
(Dias.) May blame, but not control. Who's thereThe To see some mischief on him :-0!
Corn. Lest it see more, prevent it:-Oat, vik traitor?
jelly! Re-enter Servants, with GLOSTER.
Where is thy lustre now? Reg. Ingrateful fox! 'tis he,
(Tears out Gloster's other eye, and throws Corn. Bind fast his corky arms. [oonsider
it on the ground.) Glo. What mean your graces ?-Good my friends, Glo. All dark and comfortless. Where's my sos You are my guests : do me no foul play, friends.
Hard, bard :-O filthy traitor! To quit this horrid act.
Out, treacherous villain! Corn. To this chair bind bini :-Villain, thou Thou call'st on him that hates thee: it was he
shalt find (Regan plucks his beard.) That made the overture of thy treasons to as; Glo. By the kind gods, 'tis most ignobly done Who is too good to pity tbee. To pluck me by the beard.
O my follies! Rey. So white, and such a traitor!
Then Edgar was abus'dGlo.
Naughty lady, Kind gods, forgive me that, and prosper him! These bairs, wbich thou dost ravish from my cbio, Reg. Go, thrust him out at gates, and let him Will quicked, and acouse thee: I am your bost;
(vou! With robbers' hands, my bospitable favours His way to Dover.—How is't, my lord ? How less You should not rufe thus. What will you do? Corn. I have receiv'd a hurt:- Follow me, Corn. Come, sir, what letters bad you late from
Turn ont that eyeless villain ;-throw this slare Reg. Be simple-answer'd, for we know the truth. Upon the dunghill.- Regan, I bleed apace: Corn. And what confederacy bave you with the Untimely comes this hurt: Give me your arm. traitors,
[Exit Cornwall, led by Regar; -Serrants Late footed in the kingdom ?
unbind Gloster, and lead him out. Reg. To whose hands have you sent the lanatic 1 Serv. I'll never care what wickedness I do, Speak.
If this man come to good. Glo. I have a letter guessingly set down,
If she live long, Which came from one that's of a neutral heart, And, in the end, meet the old course of death, And not from one oppos'd.
Women will all turn monsters.
(Bedlas Corn, Canning.
1 Serv. Let's follow the old earl, and get the Reg.
And false. To lead him where he would; bis roguish madness Corn. Where hast thou sent the king?
Allows itself to any thing.
(of eges Glo.
2 Serv. Go thou; I'll letch some fax, and whites Reg.
Wherefore To apply to bis bleeding face. Now, heaven belp To Dover? Wast thou not charg'd at thy peril.
[Exeunt severelis Corn. Wherefore to Dover ? Let him first answer
ACT IV. that.
SCENE I.-The Heatk. Glo. I am tied to the stake, and I must stand the
Enter EDGAR. Reg. Wherefore to Dover?
Edg. Yet better thus, and known to be con Glo. Because I would not see thy cruel nails