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Shall pass between us: ere long you are like to hear, So speedily can venge! - But, o poor Gloster!
If you dare venture in your own behalf,

Lost he his other eye?
A mistress's command. Wear this; spare speech! Mess. Both, both, my lord !

(Giving a favour. This letter, madam, craves a speedy answer;
Decline your head! this kiss, if it durst speak, 'Tis from your sister.
Would stretch thy spirits up into the air ; — Gon. [Aside.] One way I like this well;
Conceive, and fare thee well!

But being widow, and my Gloster with her,
Edm. Yours in the ranks of death.

May all the building in my fancy pluck
Gon. My most dear Gloster! (Exit Edmund. Upon my hateful life. Another way,
0, the diilerence of man, and man! To theo The news is not so tart.-I'll read and answer.[Exit.
A woman's services are due; my fool

Alb. Where was his son, when they did take his Usurps my bed.

Stew. Madam, here comes my lord! (Exit Steward. Mess. Come with my lady hither!

Alb. He is not here.
Gon. I have been worth the whistle.

Mess. No, my good lord; I met him back again.
Alb, O Goneril!

Alb. Knows he the wickedness? You are not worth the dust, which the rnde wind Mess. Ay, my good lord; 'twas he informed against Blows in your face. - I fear your disposition :

him; That natore, which contemns its origin,

And quit the house on purpose, that their punishment Cunnot be border'd certain in itself;

Might have the freer course. She, that herself will sliver and disbranch

Alb. Gloster, I live From her material sap, perforce must wither, To thank thee for the love thou show'dst the king, And come to deadly use.

And to revenge thine eyes. — Come hither, friend! Gon. No more; the text is foolish.

Tell me what more thou knowest! [Exeunt. Alb. Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile: Filths savour but themselves. What have you done? SCENE III. The French camp near Dover. Tigers, pot daughters, what have you perform'a ?

Enter Kent, and a Gentleman. A father, and a gracious aged man,

Kent. Why the king of France is so suddenly gone
Whose reverence the head-lugz'd bear would lick, back, know you the reason?
Must barbarous, most degenerate! have you madded. Gent. Something he left imperfect in the state,
Could any good brother suffer you to do it? Which, since his coming forth, is thought of; which
A man, a prince, by him so benefited ?

Imports to the kingdom so much fear and danger,
If that the heavens do not their visible spirits That his personal return was most requir’d,
Send quickly down to tame these vile oflences

And necessary;
'Twill come,

Kent. Who hath he left behind him general ? Humauity must perforce prey on itself,

Gent. The Mareschal of France, Monsieur le Fer. Like monsters of the deep.

Kent. Did your letters pierce the queen to any de-
Gon. Milk-liver'u man!

monstration of grief?
That bear'st a check for blows, a head for wrongs; Gent.Ay,sir; she took them,read them in my presence;
Who hast not in thy brows an eye discerning Aud now and then an ample tear trill'd down
Thine honour from thy suffering! that not knows't, Her delicate cheek: it seem'd she was a queen
Fools do those villains pity, who are punish'd Over her passion; who, most rebel-like,
Ere they have done their mischief. Where's thy drum? Sought to be king o'er her.
France spreads his banners in our noiseless land; Kent. O, then it mov'd her.
With plumed helm thy slayer begins threats ; Gent. Not to a rage: patience and sorrow strove
Whilst thou, a moral fool, sit'st still, and cry'st, Who should express her goodliest. You have seen
Alack! why does he so?

Sunshine and raio at once; her smiles and tears
Alb. See thyself, devil!

Were like a better day: those happy smiles, A Proper deformity seems not in the fiend

That play'd on her ripe lip, seem'd not to know So horrid, as in womau.

What guests were in her eyes; which parted thence, Gon, ( vain fool!

As pearls from diamonds dropp'd. - In brief, sorrow
Alb. Thou changed and self-cover'd thing, for would be a rarity most belov'd, if all

Could so become it.
Be-monster not thy featnre. Were it my fitness Kent. Made she no verbal question ?
To let these hands obey my blood,

Gent. 'Faith, once, or twice, she heav'd the name
They are apt enough to dislocate and tear

of father
Thy flesh and bones.-Howe'er thou art a fiend, Pantingly forth, as if it press'd her heart;
A womau's shape doth shield thee.

Cried, Sisters ! sisters ! - Shame of ladies! sisters!
Gon. Marry, your manhood now!

Kent! father! sisters! What? i'the storm? i'the Enter a Messenger.

Alb. What news?.

Let pity not be believ'd! - There she shook
Mess. O, my good lord, the duke of Cornwall's dead: The holy water from her heavenly eyes,
Slain by his servant, going to put out

And clamour moisten’d: then away she started
The other eye of Gloster.

To deal with grief alone.
Alb. Gloster's eyes!

Kent. It is the stars,
Mess. A servant that he bred, thrilld with remorse The stars above us, govern our conditions ;
Oppos'd against the act, bending his sword

Else one self mate and mate could not beget
To his great master; who, thereat enrag'd, Such dill'erent issues. You spoke not with her since ?
Flew on him, and amongst them felld him dead: Gent. No,
But not without that harmful stroke, which since Kent. Was th before the king return'd?
Hath plack'd him after.

Gent. No, since.
Aub. This shows you are above,

Kent. Well, sir; the poor distress'd Lear is i'the
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Who sometime, in his better tone, remembers To let him live; where he arrives, he moves
What we are come about, and by no means All hearts against us. Edmund, I think, is gone
Will yield to see his daughter.

In pity of his misery, to dispatch
Gent. Why, good sir ?

His nighted life ; moreover, to descry
Kent. A sovereign shame so elbows him: his own The strength o’the enemy.

Stew. I must needs after him, madam, with my letter.
That stripp'd her from his benediction, turn'd her Reg. Oar troops set forth to-morrow; stay with us;
To foreign casualties, gave her dear rights

The ways are dangerous.
To his dog-hearted daughters, — these things sting! Stew. I may not, madam!
His mind so venomously, that burning shame My lady charg'd my duty in this business.
Detains him from Cordelia.

Reg. Why should she write to Edmund? Might
Gent. Alack, poor gentleman!
Kent. Of Albany's and Cornwall's powers you heard Transport her purposes by word? Belike,

Something - I know not what:-- I'll love theemuch,
Gent. 'Tis so; they are afoot,

Let me udseal the letter.
Kent. Well, sir, l'll bring you to our master Lear, Stew. Madam, I had rather
And leave you to attend him: some dear cause Reg. I know, your lady does not love her husband;
Will in concealment wrap me up awhile;

I am sure of that: and, at her late being here,
When I am known aright, you shall not grieve She gave strange oeiliads, and most speaking looks
Lending me this acquaintance. I pray you, go To noble Edmund: I know, you are of her bosos.
Along with me!

[Exeunt. Stew. I, madam?

Reg. I speak in understanding ; you are, I know it
SCENE IV.- The same. A tent.

Therefore, I do advise you, take this note :
Enter Cordelia. Physician, and Soldiers. My lord is dead; Edmund and I have talk'd;
Cor. Alack, 'tis he! why, he was met even now And more convenient is he for my hand,
As mad as the vex'd sea : singing aloud;

Than for your lady's.– You may gather more.
Crown'd with rank fumiter, and furrow weeds, If

you do find him, pray you, give him this

; With harlocks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers, And when your mistress hears thus much from you, Darnel, and all the idle weeds, that grow

I pray, desire her call her wisdom to her.
In our sustaining corn. — A century send forth; So, fare you well!
Search every acre in the high-grown field, If you do chance to hear of that blind traitor,
And bring him to our eye. (Exit an Officer.] What Preferment falls on him, that cuts him off!
can man's wisdom do,

Stew.'Would I could meet him, madam! I would show
In the restoring his bereaved sense?

What party I do follow.
He, that helps him, take all my outward worth. Reg. Fare thee well!

Phy. There is means, madam!
Our foster-nurse of nature is repose,

SCENE VI. The country near Dover.
The which he lacks; that to provoke in him, Enter Gloster and Edgar, dressed like a peasant

, Are many simples operative, whose power

Glo. When shall we come to the top of that same hil! Will close the eye of anguish.

Edg. You do climb upit now; look, how we labour.
Cor. All bless'd secrets,

Glo. Methinks, the ground is even.
All you unpublish'd virtues of the earth,

Edg. Horrible steep:
Spring with my tears! be aidant, and remediate, Hark, do you hear the sea ?
In the good man's distress! - Seek, seek for him; Glo. No, trnly.
Lest his ungovern'd rage dissolve the life

Edg. Why, then your other senses grow imperfect
That wants the means to lead it.

By your eyes' anguish.
Enter a Messenger.

Glo. So may it be, indeed.
Mess. Madam, news;

Methinks, thy voice is alter'd ; and thou speal'st
The British powers are marching hitherward! In better phrase, and matter, than thou didst

Cor. 'Tis known before; our preparation stands Edg. You are much deceiv'd; in nothing am
In expectation of them. – 0 dear father,

But in my garments.
It is thy business that I go abont;

Glo. Methinks, you are better spoken.
Therefore great France
My mourning, and important tears, hath pitied.

Edg. Come on, sir! here's the place; - stand still!

-How fearful
No blown ambition doth our arms incite,

And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low!
But love, dear love, and our ag'd father's right: The crows, and choughs, that wing the midway ai,
Soon may I hear, and see him!

[Exeunt. Show scarce so gross as beetles: half way down. SCENE V.- A room in Gloster's castle.

Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade!

Methinks, he seems no bigger, thau his head:
Enter Regan and Steward.

The fishermen, that walk upon the beach,
Reg. But are my brother's powers set forth? Appear like mice; and yon" tall anchoring bark,
Stew. Ay, madam!

Diminish'd to her cock; her cock a buoy

Almost too small for sight. The murmuring serger In person there?

That on the unnumber'd idle pebbles chases, Siew. Madain, with much ado:

Cannot be heard so high: -I'll look no more; Your sister is the better soldier.

Lest my brain turn, and the deficient sight
Reg. Lord Edmund spake not with your lord at Topple down headlong.

Glo. Set me where you stand.
Stew. No, madam!

Edg. Give me your hand! You are now withis
Reg. What might import my sister's letter to him?

a foot
Stew. I know not, lady!
Reg. 'Faith, he is posted hence on serious matter. Would I not leap upright.

of the extreme verge : for all beneath the moon It was great igaciance, Gloster's eyes being out, Glo. Let go my hand,


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Here, friend, is another purse; in it, a jewel like a crow-keeper: draw me a clothier's yard. -
Well worth a poor man's taking. Fairies and gods, Look, look, a mouse! Peace, peace; – this piece of
Prosper it with thee! Go thou further ott'; toasted cheese will do't. - There's my gauntlet; I'll
Bid ine farewell, and let me hear thee going! prove it on a giant. - Bring up the brown bills. -
Eily. Now fare you well, good sir! (Seems to go.(o, well flown, bird! – i'the clout, i'the clout!
Glo. With all my heart!

hewgh! - Give the word !
Edg. Why I do trifle thus with his despair, Edg: Sweet marjoram.
Is done to cure it.

Lear. Pass.
Glo. O you mighty gods!

Glo. I know that voice.
This world I do renounce; and, in your sights, Lear. Ha! Goneril !- with a white beard! – They
Shake patiently my great affliction oli;

flatter'd me like a dog; and told me I had white If I could bear it longer, and not fall

hairs in my beard, ere the black ones were there. To quarrel with your

great opposeless wills, To say, ay, and no, to every thing I said! – Ay My snuff, and loathed part of nature, should and no, too, was no good divinity. When the rain Burn itself out. If Edgar live, o, bless him! - came to wet me once, and the wind to make me Now, fellow, fare the well! (He leaps and falls along. chatter; when the thunder would not peace at my Edg. Gone, sir ? farewell!

bidding; there I found them, there I smelt them And yet I know not how conceit may rob out. Go to, they are not men o'their words; they The treasury of life, when life itself

told me I was every thing; 'tis a lie; I am not
Yields to the theft. Had he been where he thought, ague-proof.
By this, had thought been past. - Alive, or dead ? Glo. The trick of that voice I do well remember:
Ho, you sir! friend! -- Hear you, sir? — speak! Is't not the king?
Thus might he pass indeed :- yet he revives :

Lear. Ay, every inch a king:
What are you, sir?

When I do stare, see, how the subject quakes.
Glo. Away, and let me die!

I pardon that man's life. What was thy cause?
Edg. Had'st thou been aught but gossamer , fea- Adultery: -
thers, air,

Thou shalt not die: die for adultery! No!
So many fathom down precipitating,

The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly
Thou had'st shiver'd like an egg : but thou dost Does lecher in my sight.

Let copulation thrive, for Gloster's bastard son Ilast heavy substance; bleed'st not; speak’st; art Was kinder to his father, than my daughters. sound.

Got 'tween the lawful sheets.
Ten masts at each make not the altitude,

To't, luxury, pell-mell, for I lack soldiers.—
Which thou hast perpendicularly fell;

Behold yon' simpering dame,
Thy life's a miracle. Speak yet again!

Whose face between her forks presageth snow;
Gio. But have I falien, or no?

That minces virtue, and does shake the head
Edg. From the dread summit of this chalky hourn; To hear of pleasure's name ;
Look up a-height:— the shrill-gorg’d lark so far The fitchew, nor the soil'd horse, goes to't
Cannot be seen or heard : do but look up.

With a more riotous appetite.
Glo. Alack, I have no eyes ! -

Down from the waist they are centanrs,
Is wretchedness deprived that benefit,

Though women all above:
To end itself by death? 'Twas yet some comfort, But to the girdle do the gods inherit,
When misery could beguile the tyrant's rage, Beneath is all the fiends'; there's hell, there's darkness,
Aud frustrate his proud will.

there is the sulphurous pit, burning, scalding, Edg. Give me your arm!

stench, consumption. — Fye, fye, fye! pah; pah! Up! - So!

How is't? Feel you your legs? You Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to stand.

sweeten my imagination: there's money for thee! Glo. Too well, too well!

Glo. O let me kiss that hand !
Edg. This is above all strangeness.

Lear. Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality.
Upon the crown o’the cliff, what thing was that Glo. O ruin'd piece of nature! This great world
Which parted from you?

Shall so wear out to nought. - Dost thou know me?
Glo. A poor unfortunate beggar.

Lear. I remember thine eyes well enough. Dost
Edg. As I stood here below, methought, his eyes thou squiny at me? No, do thy worst, blind Cupid !
Were two full moons; he had a thousand noses, l'll not love. · Read thou this challenge; mark
Horns whelk’d, and wav'd like the enridged sea; but the pending of it.
It was some fiend: therefore, thou happy father, Glo. Were all the letters suns, I could not see one.
Think, that the clearest gods, who make them honours Edg. I would not take this from report; - it is,
of men's impossibilities, have preserv'd thee. And my heart breaks at it.

Glo. I do remember now: henceforth I'll bear Lear. Read !
Affliction, till it do cry out itself,

Glo. What, with the case of eyes ?
Enougla, enough, and die. That thing you speak of Lear. O, ho, are you there with me? No eyes in
I took it for a man; often 'twould say,

your head, uor no money in your purse? Your eyes
The fiend, the fiend! he led me to that place. are in a heavy case, your purse in a light: yet you
Edg. Bear free and patient thoughts. But who see how this world goes.
comes here?

Glo. I see it feelingly.
Enter Lrar, fantastically dressed up with flowers. Lear. What, art mad ? A man may see how this
The safer sense will ne'er accommodate

world goes, with no eyes. Look with thine ears : His master thus.

see how yon' justice rails upon yon simple thief. Lear. No, they cannot touch me for coining; Hark, in thine ear. Change places; and, handyI am the king himself.

dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief? Edg. O thou side-piercing sight!

Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar? Leur. Nature's above art in that respect. - There's Glo. Ay, sir! your press-money. That fellow handles his bow Leur. And the creature run from the cur? There

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a dog's obeyed in office.

Glo. Now, good sir, what are yon ?
Thou rascal beadle, hold thy bloody hand ! Edg. A most poor man, made tame by fortune's
Why dost thou lash that whore? strip thine own back;

Thou hotly lust'st to use her in that kind, Who, by the art of known and feeling sorrows,
For which thou whipp’st her. The usurer hangs the Am pregnant to good pity. Give me your band,

I'll lead you to some biding!
Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear; Glo. Hearty thanks!
Robes, and furr'd gowns, hide all. Plate sin with gold, The bounty and the benizon of heaven
And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks : To boot, and boot!
Arm it insrags, a pigmy's straw doth pierce it.

Enter Steward.
None does olend, none, I say, none! I'll able 'em: Stew. A proclaim'd prize! Most happy!
Take that of me, my friend, who have the power That eyeless head of thine was first fram’d flesh
To seal the accuser's lips. Get thee glass eyes; To raise my fortunes. Thou old unhappy traitor,
And, like a scarvy politician, seem

Briefly thyself remember! - The sword is out
To see the things thon dost not. Now, now, now, now! That must destroy thee.
Pall off my boots !- harder, harder, so!

Glo. Now let thy friendly hand
Edg. O, matter and impertinency mix’d! Put strength enough to it.

[Edgar oppose! Reason in madness!'

Stew. Wherefore, bold peasant,
Leur. If thou wilt weep my fortunes, take my eyes. Lest that the infection of his fortune take

Dar'st thou support a publish'd traitor? Hence?
I know thee well enough; thy name is Gloster:
Thou must be patient; we came crying hither.

Like hold on thee. Let go his arm!
Thou know'st, the first time that we smell the air, Edg. Ch’ill not let go, zir, without varther 'casioa!
We wawl, and cry; - I will preach to thee; mark me!

Stew. Let go, slave, or thou diest !
Glo. Alack, alack the day!

Edg. Good gentleman, go your gait, and let poer
Lear. When we are born, we cry, that we are come

volk pass. And cli’ud ha' been zwaggered out of ms To this great stage of fools; - This a good block? life, ’lwould not ha'been zo long as 'tis by Fortnight. It were a delicate stratagem, to shoc

Nay, come not near the old man; keep out, che vorge, A troop of horse with felt! I'll put it in proof,


cristarl or my And when I have stolen upon these sons-in-law,

harder: 'Ch'ill be plain with you. Then, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill !

Stew. Out, dunghili!

Edg. Ch’ill pick your teeth, zir : come ; no matter Enter a Gentleman, with Attendants.

vor your foins. Gent. 0, here he is; lay hand upon him! — Sir, (They fight; and Edgar knocks him down. Your most dear daughter

Stew. Slave, thou hast slain me! - Villain take Lear. No rescue? What, a prisoner? I am even

my purse!
The natural fool of fortune. – Use me well, If ever thou wilt thrive, bury my body!
You shall have ransome!. Let me have a surgeon, And give the letters, which thou find'st about the,
I am cut to the brains.

To Edmund earl of Gloster; seek liim ont
Gent. You shall have any thing.

Upon the British party!- 0 votimely death! [Dies.
Lear. No seconds? All myself?

Edg. I know thee well: a serviceable villain!
Why, this would make a man, a man of salt, As duteous to the vices of thy mistress,
To use his eyes for garden water-pots,

As badjiess would desire.
Ay, and for laying autumn's dust.

Glo. What, is he dead ?
Gent. Good sir,

Edg. Sit you down, father! rest you !
Lear. I will die bravely, like, a bridegroom : what? Let's see his pockets: these letters

, that he speaks o. I will be jovial; come, come! I am a king, May be my friends. — Ile's dead! I am only sorry My masters, know you that?

He had no other death's-man.

Let us see! --
Gent. You are a royal one, and we obey you.
Lear. Then there's life in'it. Nay, an you get it, To know our enemies' minds, we'd rip up their hearts;

Leave, gentle wax: and, manners, blame us not!
you shall get it by running. Sa, sa, sa, sa! Their papers, is more lawful.

[Exit, running; Attendants follow. (Reads. Let our reciprocal vows be remembered Gent. A sight most pitiful in the meanest wretch; You have many opportunities to cut him ofi, Past speaking of in a king! - Thon hast one daughter your will want not, time and place will be prettet Who redeems nature from the general curse fully offered. There is nothing done, if he return Which twain have brought her to.

the conqueror: then cum I the prisoner, and his Edg. Hail, gentle sir !

\bed my guol; from the loathed' warmth whereof Gent. Sir, speed you! What's your


deliver me, and supply the place for your Edg. Do you hear aught, sir, of a battle toward ?

Your wife, (so I would say,) und your
Gent. Most sure, and vulgar: every one hearsthat,

affectionate servant,
Which can distinguish sound.
Edg. But, by your favour,

O undistinguish'd space of woman's will!
How near's the other army?
Gent. Near, and on speedy foot; the main descry: And the exchange, my brother: -- Here, in the saads

A plot upon her virtuous husband's life!
Stands on the hourly thought.

Thee I'll rake up, the post unsanctihed
Ldg. I thank you, sir! that's all.

of murderous lechers : and, in the matore time,
Gent. Though that the queen on special cause is here, With this ungracious paper strike the sight,
Her army is mov'd on.

of the death-practis'a duke: for him 'tis well, Edg. I thank you, sir !

[Exit Gent. That of thy death and business I can tell. Glo. You ever-gentle gods, take my breath from

(Exit Edgar, dragging

Glo. The king is mad! How still is my vile seuse,
Let not my worser spirit tempt me again, That I stand up, and have ingenious feeling
To die before you please!

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So should my thoughts be sever'd from my griefs, Lear. Where have I been? Where am I? - Fair day-
And woes, by wrong imaginations, lose

The knowledge of themselves.

I am mightily abus’d.-I should even die with pity, Re-enter Edgar.

To see another thus.--I know not what to say.Edg. Give me your hand!

I will not swear, these are my hands :— let's see !
Far off, methinks, I hear the beaten drum.

I feel this pin prick. 'Would I were assur'd
Come, father, I'll bestow you with a friend! (Exeunt. Of my condition.

Cor. o, look upon me, sir,
SCENE VII. A tent in the French camp. Lear on And hold your hands in benediction o'er me!--
a bed, asleep; Physician, Gentlemen, and others, No, sir, you must not kneel.

Lear. Pray, do not mock me!
Enter COGDELIA, "and Kent.

I am a very foolish fond old man,
Cor, Othon, good Kent, how shall I live, and work, Fourscore and upward; and, to deal plainly,
To match thy gooduess! My life will be too short, Methinks, I should know you, and know this man ;

I fear, I am not in my perfect mind.
And every measure fail 'm'e.
Kent. To be acknowledg’d, madam, is o'erpaid.

Yet I am doubtful: for I'am mainly ignorant
All my reports go with the modest truth:

What place this is; and all the skill I have
Nor more, nor clipp'd, but so.

Remembers not these garments; nor I know not
Cor. Be better suited :

Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me:
These weeds are memories of those worser hours;

For, as I am a man, I think this lady
I pr’ythee, put them off!

To be my child Cordelia,

Cor. And so I am, I am.
Kent. Pardon me, dear madam!
Yet to be known, shortens my made intent:

Lear. Be your tears wet? Yes, 'faith! I pray,
My boon I make it, that you know me not,
Tull-time and I think meet.

If you have poison for me, I will drink it,
Cor. Then be it so, my good lord ! - How does ! know, you do not love me; for your sisters
the king?

[To the Physician. You have some cause, they have not.

Have, as I do remember, done me wrong;
Phys. Madam, sleeps still.
Cor. O you kind gods,

Cor. No cause; 'no cause!

Lear. Am I in France?
Gure this great: breach in his abused nature !
The untun'd and jarring senses, 0, wind up

Kent. In your own kingdom, sir !

Lear. Do not abuse me.
Of this child-changed father!
Phys. So please your majesty,

Phys. Be comforted, good madam! the great rage,
That we may wake the king? he hath slept long.

is cur'd in him: and yet it is danger
Cor. Be govern’d by your knowledge, and proceed To make him even o’er the time he has lost.
l'the sway of your own will. Is he array'd ?

Desire him to go in; trouble him no more,
Gent. Ay, madam; in the heaviness of his sleep,

Till further settling.
We put fresh garments on him.

Cor. WilPt please your highness walk ?
Phys. Be by, good madam, when we do awake him; Lear. You must bear with me:
I doubt not of his temperance.

Pray now, forget and forgive! I am old and foolish!
Cor. Very well.

[Exeunt Lear, Cordelia, Physician, and

Phys. Please you, draw near! - Louder the music

Gent. Holds it true, sir,
Cor. O my dear father! Restoration, hang

That the duke of Cornwall was so slain ?
Thy medicine on my lips; and let this kiss

Kent. Most certain, sir!

Gent. Who is conductor of his people?
Repair these violent harms, that my two sisters
Have in thy reverence made!

Kent. As 'tis said,

The bastard son of Gloster.
Kent. Kind and dear princess!

Gent. They say, Edgar,
Cor. Had you not been their father, these white flakes His banish'd sow, is with the earl of Kent
Had challeng'd pity of them. Was this a face In Germany.
To be expos'd against the warring windo?

Kent. Report is changeable.
To stand against the deep dread-bolted thunder ? 'Tis time to look about; the powers o'the kingdom
In the most terrible and nimble stroke

Approach apace.
Of quick, cross lightning? to watch (poor perdu!) Gent. The arbitrement is like to be a bloody.
With this thin helm?- Mine enemy's dog, Fare you well, sir!

(Exit. Though he had bit me, should have stood that night Kene. My point and period will be throughly wrought, Against my fire: and wast thou fain, poor father, Or well, or ill, as this day's battle's fought. (Exit. To hovel thee with swine, and rogues forloru, In short and musty straw? Alack, alack! 'Tis wonder, that thy life and wits at once

Had not concluded all. - He wakes ; speak to him ! SCENE I. The camp of the British forces, near
Phys. Madam, do you; 'tis fittest.

Cor. How does my royal lord ? How fares your Enter, with drum and colours, Edmund, Regan, 0f-

ficers, Soldiers, and Others.
Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o'the grave: Edm. Know of the duke, if his last purpose hold;
Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound

Or, whether since he is advis'd by aught
Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears

To change the course. He's full of alteration,
Do scald like molten lead.

And self-reproving:

bring his constant pleasare. Cor. Sir, do you know me?

(To an Officer, who goes ouo.
Lear. You are a spirit, I know. When did you die? Reg. Our sister's man is certainly miscarried.
Cor. Still, still, far wide!

Edm. 'Tis to be doubted, madam.
Phys. He's scarce awake; let him alone awhile. Reg. Now, sweet lord.

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