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Than still contemn'd and Natter'd. To be worst, possesses chamber-maids and waiting-women. So, The lowest, and most dejected thing of fortune, bless thee, master!

Tven's plagues Stands still in esperance, lives not in fear;

Glo. Here, take this parse, thou whom the heaThe lamentable change is from the best;

Have humbled to all strokes: that I am wretched, The worst returns to laaghter. Welcome then, Makes thee the happier :—Heavens, deal so still! Thou unsubstantial air, that I embrace !

Let the superfluous, and lust-dieted man, The wretch, that thou hast blown unto the worst, That slaves your ordinance, that will not see Owes nothing to thy blasts.-Bat who comes Because he doth not feel, feel your power quickly; here?

So distribution should undo excess, [Dover ? Enter GLOSTER, led by an Old Man. And each man have enough.-Dost thou kuow My father, poorly led ?— World, world, O world ! Edg. Ay, master. But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee, Glo. There is a cliff, whose high and bending head Life would not yield to age.

Looks fearfully in the confined deep: Old Man. O my good lord, I have been your Bring me but to the very brim of it, tenant, and your father's tenant, these fourscore And I'll repair the misery thou dost bear, years.

[gone : With something rich about me: from that place Glo. Away, get thee away;, good friend, be I shall no leading need. Thy comforts can do me no good at all,


Give me thy arm; Thee they may burt.

Poor Tom shall lead thee.

[Exeunt. Old Man. Alack, sir, you cannot see your way. Glo. I have no way, and therefore want no eyes; Enter Goneril and EDMUND; Steward meeting

SCENE II.- Before the Duke of Albany's Palace. I stumbled when I saw: Full oft 'tis seen,

them. Our mean secures us; and our mere defects Prove our commodities.—Ah, dear son Edgar,

Gon. Welcome, my lord: I marvel, our mild The food of thy abused father's wrath!


[master? Might I but live to see thee in my touch,

Not met us on the way:-Now, where's your I'd say, I had eyes again!

Stew. Madam, within ; but never man so chang'd: Old Man.

How now? Who's there? I told him of the army that was landed; Edg. (Aside.) O gods! Who is't oan say, I am

He smil'd at it: I told him, you were coming; at the worst?

His answer was, The worse: of Gloster's treachery, I am worse than e'er I was.

And of the loyal service of bis son, Old Man.

'Tis poor mad Tom. When I inform’d him, then be call'd me sot; Edg. (A side.) And worse I may be yet: The And told me, I bad turn'd the wrong side out:worst is not,

What most he should dislike, seems pleasant to So long as we can say, This is the worst.

What like, offensive.

[him: Old Man. Fellow, where goest?


Then shall you go no further. Glo. Is it a beggar-man ?

To Edmund.) Old Man. Madman and beggar too.

It is the cowish terror of his spirit, Glo. He has some reason, else he could not beg. Which tie him to an answer: Our wishes, on the

That dares not undertake: he'll not feel wrongs, I' the last night's storm I such a fellow saw; Which made me think a man a worm : My son

way, Came then into my mind; and yet my mind

May prove effects. Baek, Edmund, to my brother; Was then scarce friends with him: I have heard Hasten bis musters, and condact his powers: more since :

I must change arms at home, and give the distaff As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods;


husband's hands. This trusty servant They kill us for their sport.

Shall pass between as: ere long you are like to hear, Edg.

How should this be?- If you dare venture in your own behalf, Bad is the trade must play the fool to sorrow,

A mistress's command. Wear this; spare speech; Ang ring itself and others. (Aside.)—Bless thee, Decline your head : this kiss, if it durst speak,

(Giving a favour.) master! Glo. Is that the naked fellow ?

Would stretch thy spirits up into the air ; Old Man.

Ay, my lord. Conceive, and fare thee well. Glo. Then, pr’ythee, get thee gone : If, for my

Edm. Yours in the ranks of death. sake,


My most dear Gloster! Thou wilt o'ertake us, hence a mile or twain,

fExit Edmund. l' the way to Dover, do it for ancient love;

0, the difference of man, and man To thee And bring some covering for this naked soul,

A woman's services are due; my fool Whom I'll entreat to lead me.

Usurps my

bed. Old Man,

Alack, sir, he's mad. Stew. Madam, here comes my lord. [Exit. Glo. 'Tis the times' plague, when madmen lead

Enter ALBANY. the blind.

Gon. I have been worth the whistle. Do as I bid thee, or rather do thy pleasure;


O Goneril Above the rest, be gone..

(have, You are not worth the dust, which the rade wind Old Man. I'll bring him the best 'parel that I Blows in your face.--I fear your disposition : Come on't what will.

[Exit. That pature, which contemns its origin, Glo. Sirrab, naked fellow.

Cannot be border'd certain in itself; Edg. Poor Tom's a-cold. I cannot daub it fur- She, that herself will sliver and disbranch ther,

(A side.) | From her material sap, perforce must wither, Glo. Come hither, fellow.

And come to deadly use. Edg. (Aside.) And yet I must.-Bless thy sweet Gon. No more; the text is foolish. eyes, they bleed.

Alb. Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile: Glo. Know'st thou the way to Dover?

Filths savoar but themselves. What have you done? Edg. Both stile and gate, horse-way, and foot. Tigers, not daughters, what have you perform'd ? path. Poor Tom bath been scared out of his good a father, and a gracious aged man, wits : Bless the good man from the foul fiend! Five Whose reverence the head-lugg'd bear would lick, fiends have been in poor Tom at once; of lust, as

Most barbarous, most degenerate! have you mad. Obidicut; Hobbididance, prince of dumbness;

ded. Mahu, of stealing ; Modo, of murder; and Flib- Could my good brother suffer you to do it? bertigibbet, of mopping and mowing; who since A man, a prince, by him so benefited?

If that the heavens do not their visible spirits Kent. Did your letters pierce the queen to any Send quickly down to tame these vile offences, demonstration of grief!

(presence; "Twill come,

Gent. Ay, sir; she took them, read them in sy Humanity must perforce prey on itself,

And now and then an ample tear trillid down Like monsters of the deep.

Her delicate cheek: it seem'd she was a queen

Milk-liver'd man! Over her passion; who, most rebel-like,
That bear'st a cheek for blows, a bead for wrongs; Sought to be king o'er her.
Who hast not in thy brows an eye discerning


0, then it mor'd ber. Thine honour from thy saffering; that not know'st, Gent. Not to a rage : patience and sorrow strove Fools do those villains pity, who are punish'd Wbo should express her goodliest. You have seen Ere they have done their mischief. Where's thy Sunshine and rain at once; ber smiles and tears drum?

Were like a better day: Those happy smiles, France spreads his banners in our noiseless land; That play'd on her ripe lip, seem'd not to know With plumed helm thy slayer begins threats; Whai guests were in her eyes; which parted Whilst thou, a moral fool, sit'st still, and cry'st,

thence, Alack ! why does he so ?

As pearls from diamonds dropp'd.-In brief, sare Alb.

See thyself, devil! Would be a rarity most belor'd, if all Proper deformity seems not in the fiend

Could so become it. So horrid, as in woman.


Made she no verbal question! Gon. O vain fool!

Gent. 'Faith, once, or twice, she beard the Alb. Thou changed and self-cover'd thing, for

name of father shame,

Pantingly forth, as if it press'd her heart; Be-monster not thy feature. Were it my fitness Cried, Sisters! sisters! -Shame of ladies! sisters! To let these hands obey my blood,

Kent! father! sisters! What? the storm? ithe They are apt enough to dislocate and tear

night? Thy flesh and bones;--Howe'er thou art a fiend, Let pity not be believ'd!—There she sbook A woman's shape doib shield thee.

The holy water from her heavenly eyes,
Gon. Marry, your manbood now!

And clamour moistend: then away she started
Enter a Messenger.

To deal with grief alone.
Alb. What news?


It is the stars,
Mess. O, my good lord, the duke of Cornwall's The stars above ns, govern our conditions;
Slain by bis servant, going to put out

Else one self mate and mate could not beget The other eye of Gloster.

Such different issues. You spoke not with her siset!
Gloster's eyes! (morse,

Gent. No.
Mess. A servant that he bred, thrill'd with re Kent. Was this before the king retaro'd?
Oppos'd against the act, bending his sword


No, since To bis great master; who, thereat enrag'd,

Kent. Well, sir; the poor distress'd Lear is Flew on him, and amongst them fellid him dead :

i'the town: But not without that harmful stroke, which since Who sometime, in his better tune, remembers Hath pluck'd him after.

What we are come about, and by no means Alb.

This shews you are above, Will yield to see bis danghter. You justicers, that these our nether crimes

Gent. So speedily can venge!-But, O poor Gloster! Kent. A sovereign shame so elbows bim: bis one Lost he his other eye ?

ankindness, Mess.

Both, both, my lord. That stripp'd her from his benediction, tara'd her This, letter, madam, craves a speedy answer;

To foreign casualties, gave her dear rights 'Tis from your sister.

To his dog-hearted daughters,—these things sting Gon. (Aside.) One way I like this well; His mind so venomously, that burning shame But being widow, and my Gloster with her,

Detains him from Cordelia. May all the building in my fancy pluck


Alack, poor gentlema! Upon my bateful life : Another way,

Kent. Of Albany's and Cornwall’s powers you The news is not so tart.-I'll read and answer.

heard not?

[Exit. Gent. 'Tis so; they are afoot. Al. Where was his son, when they did take his Kent. Well, sir, I'll bring you to our master eyes?

And leave you to attend him: some dear cause Mess. Come with my lady hither.

Will in concealment wrap me up awhile; Alb.

He is not here. When I am known aright, you shall not griere Mess. No, my good lord ; I met him back again. Lending me this acquaintance. I pray you, go Alb. Knows he the wickedness?

Along with me.

[Esente Mess. Ay, my good lord; 'twas he inform'd

SCENE IV.-The same. A Tent. against him; And quit the house on purpose, that their punishment

Enter CORDELIA, Physician, and Soldiers. Might have the freer course.

Cor. Alack, 'tis he; why, he was met eren Do Alb.

Gloster, I live As mad as the vex'd sea : singing aloud; To thank thee for the love thou shew'dst the king,

Crown'd with rank fumiter, and furrow weeds, And to revenge thine eyes.—Come hither, friend;

With barlocks, bemlock, nettles, cackoo-flowers, Tell me what more thou knowest. [Exeunt. Darnel, and all the idle weeds, that grow SCENE III.-The French Camp, near Dover.

In our sustaining corn.--A century send forth;

Search every acre in the high-grown field,
Enter KENT und a Gentleman.

And bring bim to our eye. [Ęsit an Oficer. Kent. Why the king of France is so suddenly

What can man's wisdom do, gone back know you the reason?

In the restoring bis bereaved sense? Gent. Something he left imperfect in the state, He, that helps him, take all my outward worth. Which, since his coming forth, is thought of; which Phy. There is means, madam: Imports to the kingdom so much fear and danger, Our foster-narse of nature is repose, That bis personal return was most requir'd, The which he lacks; that to provoke in him, And necessary; Kent. Who hath he left behind him general ?

Are many simples operative, whose power

Will close the eye of anguish. Gent. The Mareschal of France, Monsieur le Fer. Cor.

All bless'd secrets,

Why, good sir!


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go my hand.

All you unpublish'd virtues of the earth,

Methinks, thy voice is alter'd; and thon speak’st Spring with my tears! be aidant, and remediate, In better phrase, and matter, than thoa didst. In the good man's distress !--Seek, seek for him; Edg. You are much deceiv'd; in nothing am I Lest his ungovern'd rage dissolve the life

But in my garments.

[chang’d, That wants the means to lead it.


Methinks, you are better spoken. Enter a Messenger.

Edg. Come on, sir; here's the place :-stand Mess.

Madam, news;

still.—How fearful The British powers are marcbing bitherward.

And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low! Cor. 'Tis known before; our preparation stands The crows, and choughs, that wing the midway air, In expectation of them.-0 dear faiber,

Shew scarce so gross as beetles : half way down, It is thy business that I go about;

Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Therefore great France

Methinks, be seems no bigger than his head: My mourning, and important tears, hath pitied.

The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Nó blown ambition doth our arms incite,

Appear like mice; and yon' tall anchoring bark, Bat love, dear love, and our ag'd father's right:

Diminish'd to her cock; her cock, a buoy Soon may I hear, and see him!


Almost to small for sight: The murmaring surge,

That on the unpumber'd idle pebbles chafes,
SCENE V.-A Room in Gloster's Castle. Cannot be heard so bigh:-I'll look no more;
Enter REGAN and Steward.

Lest my brain turn, and the deficient sight
Reg. Bat are my brother's powers set forth? Topple down beadlong.

Ay, madam.

Set me where you stand.

Himself Edg. Give me your hand : You are now within a In person there?

foot Stew.

Madam, with much ado: Or the extreme verge: for all beneath the moon Your sister is the better soldier.

(home? Would I not leap upright.
Reg. Lord Edmund spake not with your lord at Glo.

Stew. No, madam.

[him? Here, friend, is another parse; in it, a jewel
Reg. What might import my sister's letter to Well worth a poor man's taking : Fairies and gods,
Stew. I know not, lady.

Prosper it with thee! Go thou further off ; Reg. 'Faith, he is posted hence on serious matter. Bid me farewell, and let me hear thee going. It was great ignorance, Gloster's eyes being out, Edg. Now fare you well, good sir. (Seems to go.) To let bim live; where he arrives, he moves


With all my heart. All hearts against us: Edmund, I think, is gone Edg. Why I do trifle thus with his despair, In pity of his misery, to despatch

Is done to cure it. His nighted life; moreover, to descry


O you mighty gods! The strength o'the enemy.

[letter. This world I do renounce; and, in your sights, Stew. I must needs after bim, madam, with my Shake patiently my great affliction off;

Reg. Our troops set forth to-morrow ; stay with If I could bear it longer, and not fall
The ways are dangerous.

To quarrel with your great opposeless wills,

I may not, madam; My spuff, and loathed part of nature, should My lady charg'd my duty in this business.

Burn itself out. If Edgar live, 0, bless bim! Reg. Why should she write to Edmund? Might Now, fellow, fare thee well.

(He leaps and falls along.) Transport her purposes by word ? Belike,


Gone, sir; farewell.
Something I know not what:-I'll love thee much, And yet I know not how conceit may rob
Let me unseal the letter.

The treasary of life, when life itself

Madam, I had rather Yields to the theft : Had he been where lie thought,
Reg. I know,your lady does not love ber husband; By this, bad thought been past.-Alive, or dead ?
I am sure of that: and, at her late being here, Ho, you sir! friend !-Hear you, sir ?—speak!
She gave strange ceiliads, and most speaking looks Thus might he pass indeed :-Yet he revives:
To noble Edmund: I know, you are of her bosom. What are you, sir?
Stew. I, madam ?


Away, and let me die.
Reg. I speak in understanding; you are, I know Edg. Had'st thou been aught bat gossamer,
Therefore, I do advise you, take this note:

feathers, air, My lord is dead ; Edmund and I have talk'd; So many fathom down precipitating, And more convenient is be for my band,

Thou bad'st shiver'd like an egg : but thou dost Than for your lady's :—You may gather more.

breathe ;

(sound. If f you do find him, pray you, give him this;

Hast heavy substance ; bleed'st not; speak'st; art And wben your mistress hears thus much from you,

Ten masts at each make not the altitude, I pray, desire her call her wisdom to her.

Which thou hast perpendicularly fell; So, fare you well.

Thy life's a miracle: Speak yet again. If you do chance to hear of that blind traitor, Glo. But have I fallen, or no? [bourg : Preferment falls on him, that cuts him off.

Edg. From the dread summit of this chalky Stew. 'Would I could meet bim, madam ! I would Look up a-height;—the sbrill-gorg'd lark so far Wbat party I do follow.

[shew Cannot be seen or heard : do but look up. Reg. Fare thee well. [Exeunt.

Glo. Alack, I have no eyes.

Is wretchedness depriv'd that benefit,
Scene VI.—The Country near Dover.

To end itself by death? 'Twas yet some comfort, Enter Gloster, and EDGAR dressed like a peasant. When misery could beguile the tyrant's rage, Glo. When shall we come to the top of that same And frustrate his proud will. hill? (labour. Edg.

Give me your arm : Edg. You do climb up it pow; look, how we Up :-80 ;-How is't? Feel you your legs? You Glo. Methinks, the ground is even.

stand, Edg.

Horrible steep:

Glo. Too well, too well. Hark, do you hear the sea ?


This is above all strangeness. Glo.

No, truly.

Upon the crown o'the cliff, what thing was that Edg. Why, then your other senses grow imper. Which parted from you? By your eyes' anguish.

(fect Glo.

A poor unfortunate beggar. Glo. So may it be, indeed

Edg. As I stood here below, methougbt, bis eyes


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Were two full moons ; he had a thousand noses, Lear. Read.
Horns whelk’d, and wav'd like the enridged sea; Glo. What, with the case of eyes?
It was some fiend: Therefore, thou happy father, Lear. O, ho, are you there with me? No eres
Think, that the clearest gods, who make them in your head, nor do money in your parse? Yoar

eyes are in a heavy case, your porse in a light: Yet Of men's impossibilities, have preserv'd thee. you see bow this world goes.

Glo. I do remember now : benceforth I'll bear Glo. I see it feelingly. AMiction, till it do cry out itself,

Lear. What, art mad! A man may see box this Enough, enough, and die. That thing you speak of, world goes, with no eyes.' Look with thide ears: I took it for a man; often 'twould say,

see how yon' jastice rails upon Fon' simple thief. The fiend, the fiend: be led me to that place. Hark, in thine ear: Change places; and, beodyEdg. Bear free and patient thoughts.-But who dandy, which is the justice, which is the thjel! comes here?

Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar! Enter Lear, fantastically dressed up with flowers. Glo. Ay, sir. The safer sense will ne'er accommodate

Lear. And the creature run from the car? His master thus.

There thou might'st behold the great image of Lear. No, they cannot touch me for coining; thority: a dog's obeyed in office.I am the king bimself.

Thou rascal beadle, hold thy bloody hand : Edg. O thon side-piercing sight!

Why dost thou lash that wbore ? Strip thine ows Lear. Nature's above art in that respect. There's

back; your press-money. That fellow handles his bow Thou hotly lust'st to use her in that kind, like a crow-keeper : draw me a clothier's yard. For which thou whipp'st her. The asarer hangs Look, look, a mouse! Peace, peace ;-this piece of

the cozener. toasted cheese will do't. There's my gauntlet; Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear; I'll prove it on a giant.-Bring up the brown bills. Robes, and furr'd gowns, hide all. Plate sin with well flown, bird -i'the clout, i'the clout:

gold, hewgh !–Give the word.

And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks: , Edg. Sweet marjoram.

Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw doth pierce it. Lear. Pass.

None does offend, none, I say, none; I'll able 'em : Glo. I know that voice.

Take that of me, my friend, who have the power Lear. Ha! Goneril—with a white beard! To seal the accuser's lips. Get thee glass eyes; They flatter'd me like a dog; and told me I had And, like a scarvy politician, seem (Gor: white hairs in my beard, ere the black ones were To see the things thou dost not. Now, now, now, there. To say, ay, and no, to every thing I said ! Pull off my boots :-harder, harder; so. Ay and no, too, was no good divinity. When the Edg. 0, matter and impertinency mix'd! rain came to wet me once, and the wind to make Reason in madness! me chatter; when the thunder would not peace at Lear. If thou wilt weep my fortunes, take my eyes. my bidding; there I found them, there I smelt I know thee well enough; thy name is Glosier: them out. Go to, they are not men o'their words; Thou must be patient; we came crying hitber. they told me I was every thing ; 'tis a lie; I am | Thou know'st, the first time that we smell the air, not ague-proof.

We wawl, and cry :-I will preach to thee; mars
Glo. The trick of that roice I do well remember:
Is't not the king ?

Glo. Alack, alack the day!
Ay, every inch a king :

Lear. When we are born, we cry, that we are come
When I do stare, see, how the subject quakes. To this great stage of fools ;—This a good block !
I pardon that man's life: What was thy cause? It were a delicate stratagem, to shoe

A troop of horse with felt: I'll put it in proof; Thou shalt not die: Die for adultery! No: And when I have stolen upon these sons-in-law, The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly Then, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill. Does lecher in my sight. Let copulation thrive, for Gloster's bastard son

Enter a Gentleman, with Attendants. Was kinder to his father, than my daughters Gent. O, here he is ; lay hand upon him.-Str. Got 'tween the lawful sheets.

Your most dear daughter To't, luxury, pell-mell, for I lack soldiers. Lear. No rescue ? What, a prisoner ? I am eren Behold yon simpering dame,

The natural fool of fortune.--Use me well; Whose face between her forks presageth snow; You shall have ransome. Let me bave a surgeon, That minces virtue, and does shake the bead I am cut to the brains. To hear of pleasure's name;


You shall bare any thing. The fitcbew, nor the soiled horse, goes to't

Lear. No seconds ? all myself? With a more riotous appetite.

Why, this would make a man, a man of salt, Down from the waist they are oentaurs,

To use his eyes for garden water-pots, Though women all above:

Ay, and for laying autumn's dust. Bat to the girdle do the gods inherit,


Good sir, Beneath is all the fiends'; there's bell, there's dark Lear. I will die bravely, like a bridegroom; ness, there is the sulphurous pit, burning, scalding,

What? stench, consumption ;-Fy, 'fy, fy! pah; pah! I will be jovial; come, come; I am a king, Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to My masters, know you that? sweeten my imagination: there's money for thee. Gent. You are a royal one, and we obey yon. Glo. O let me kiss that hand!

Lear. Then there's life in it. Nar, an you get Lear. Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality: it, you shall get it by running. Sa, sa, sa, sa. Glo. O ruin'd piece of nature! This great world

[Exit, running; Attendants follor Sball so wear out to pougbt.-Dost thou know me? Gent. A sight most pitifal iv the meanest wretch;

Lear. I remember thine eyes well enough. Dost Past speaking of in a king !-Thou hast ose thou squiny at me? No, do thy worst, blind Cupid;

I'll not love.Read thou this challenge; mark bat Who redeems nature from the general curse
the penning of it.

Which twain have brought her to.
Glo. Were all the letters suns, I could not see one. Edy. Hail, gentle sir.
Edg. I would not take this from report;—it is,

Gart. Sir, speed you: What's your will! Apd my heart breaks at it.

Edg. Do you hear aughi, sir, of a battle toward!


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Gent. Most sore,and vulgar: everyone hears tbat, | And the exchange, my brother!-Here, in the sands, Which can distinguish sound.

Thee I'll rake up, the post unsanctified Edg.

But, by your favour, | Of murderous lechers : and, in the mature time, How pear's the other army?

With this ungracions paper strike the sight Gent. Near, and on speed y foot; the main descry of the death-practis'd duke: For him 'tis well, Stands on the boarly thought.

That of thy death and business I can tell.
I thank you, sir: that's all.

(Exit Edgar, dragging out the body. Gent. Thongh that the queen on special cause is Glo. The king is mad: How stiff is my vile sense, Her army is mov'd on.

[here, That I stand up, and have ingenious feeling Edg.

I thank you, sir. [Exit Gent. Of my huge sorrows! Better I were distract: Glo. You ever-gentle gods, take my breath from So should my thoughts be sever'd from my griefs, me;

And woes, by wrong imaginations, lose
Let not my worser spirit tempt me again

The knowledge of themselves.
To die before you please!
Well pray you, father.

Re-enter EDGAR.
Glo. Now, good sir, what are you?


Give me your hand : Edg. A most poor man, made tame by fortune's Far off, methinks, I bear the beaten drum. blows:

Come, father, I'll bestow you with a friend. Who, by the art of known and feeling sorrows,

[Exeunt. Am pregnant to good pity. Give me your hand, I'll lead you to some biding.

SCENE VII.-A Tent in the French Camp. LEAR Glo.

Hearty thanks:

on a bed, asleep; Physician, Gentlemen, and others,

attending. The bounty and the benizon of heaven To boot, and boot !


Cor. O tbou, good Kent, how sball I live, and work, Enter Steward.

To match thy goodness? My life will be too short, Stew. A proclaim'd prize! Most happy! And every measure fail me. That eyeless head of thine was first fram'd flesh Kent. To be acknowledg'd, madam, is o'erpaid. To raise my fortunes. Thou old unbappy traitor, All my reports go with the modest truth; Briefly thyself remember :-The sword is out Nor more, nor clipp’d, but so. That must destroy thee.


Be better suited: Glo.

Now let thy friendly hand These weeds are memories of those worser hours; Put strength enough to it. (Edgar opposes.) I pr’ythee, put them off. Stew. Wherefore, bold peasant, Kent.

Pardon me, dear madam; Dar'st thou support a publish'd traitor? Hence; Yet to be known, shortens my made intent: Lest that the infection of his fortune take

My boon I make it, that you know me not,
Like hold on thee. Let go his arm.

Till time and I think meet.
Edy. Ch'ill not let go, zir, without vartber 'casion. Cor. Then be it so, my good lord.—How does the
Stew. Let go, slave, or thou diest.


(To the Physician.) Edg. Good gentleman, go your gait,

Phys. Madam, sleeps still. volk pass. And ch'ad ba' been zwagger'd out of Cor. O you kind gods, my life, 'twould not ha' been zo long as 'tis by a Cure this great breach in his abused nature ! rortnight. Nay, come pot near the old man; keep The antun'd and jarring senses, 0, wind up out, che vor'ye, or ise try whether your costard or of this child-changed father! my bat be the barder: Ch'ill be plain with you. Phys.

So please your majesty, Stew. Out, dungbill!

That we may wake the king? he hath slept long. Edg. Ch’ill pick your teeth, zir: Come; no mat Cor. Be goveru'd by your knowledge, and proter for your foins.

ceed (They fight; and Edgar knocks him down.) I'the sway of your own will. Is he array'a ? Stew. Slave, thou hast slain me:-Villaio, take Gent. Ảy, madam; in the heaviness of his sleep, my purse; We put fresh garments on him.

[him; If ever thou wilt thrive, bury my body;

Phys. Be by, good madam, when we do awaké And give the letters, which thou find'st about me, I doubt not of his temperance. To Edmund earl of Gloster; seek him out


Very well. Upon the British party :-0 untimely death! Phys. Please you, draw near.--Louder the mu


sic there. Edg. I know thee well: A serviceable villain ; Cor. O my dear father! Restoration, hang As duteous to the vices of thy mistress,

Thy medicine on my lips; and let this kiss As badness would desire.

Repair those violent harms, that my two sisters

What, is he dead? Have in thy reverence made!
Edg. Sit you down, father; rest you.-


Kind and dear princess ! Let's see his pockets: these letters, that he speaks Cor. Had you not been their father, these wbite of,

flakes May be my friends. He's dead; I am only sorry Had challeng'd pity of them. Was this a face He had no other death's-man.-Let us see: To be expos'd against the warring winds ? Leave, gentle wax; and, manners, blame us not: To stand against the deep dread-bolted thunder? To know our enemies' minds, we'd rip their hearts ; | In the most terrible and nimble stroke Their papers, is more lawful.

Of quick, cross-lightning? to watch (poor perdu!) (Reads.) Let our reciprocal vows be remembered. With this thin helin? Mine enemy's dog, You have many opportunities to cut him off'; if your Though he had bit me, should have stood that night will want not, time and place will be fruitfully offered. Against my fire: And wast thou sain, poor father, There is nothing done, if he return the conqueror: To hovel thee with swine, and rogues forlorn, Then am I the prisoner, and his bed my gaol; from In short and musty straw? Alack, alack ! the loathed warmth whereof deliver me, and supply 'Tis wonder, that thy life and wits at once the place for your labour.

Had not concluded all.--He wakes; speak to him. Your wife, (so I would say,) and your affectionate Phys. Madam, do you ; 'tis fittest. servant,

GONERIL. Cor. How does my royal lord ? How fares your O andistinguish'd space of woman's will!


(grave :A plot upon ber virtuous husband's life;

Lear. You do me wrong, to take me oat o'the

let poor

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