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Shall pass between us: ere long you are like to hear, So speedily can venge! - But, o poor Gloster!
Lost he his other eye?
(Giving a favour. This letter, madam, craves a speedy answer;
But being widow, and my Gloster with her,
May all the building in my fancy pluck
Alb. Where was his son, when they did take his Usurps my bed.
Alb. He is not here.
Mess. No, my good lord; I met him back again.
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
Imports to the kingdom so much fear and danger,
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-
monstration of grief?
Sunshine and raio at once; her smiles and tears
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
Could so become it.
Gent. 'Faith, once, or twice, she heav'd the name
Cried, Sisters ! sisters ! - Shame of ladies! sisters!
Kent! father! sisters! What? i'the storm? i'the Enter a Messenger.
Let pity not be believ'd! - There she shook
And clamour moisten’d: then away she started
To deal with grief alone.
Kent. It is the stars,
Else one self mate and mate could not beget
Gent. No, since.
Kent. Well, sir; the poor distress'd Lear is i'the
Who sometime, in his better tone, remembers To let him live; where he arrives, he moves
In pity of his misery, to dispatch
His nighted life ; moreover, to descry
Stew. I must needs after him, madam, with my letter.
The ways are dangerous.
Reg. Why should she write to Edmund? Might
Something - I know not what:-- I'll love theemuch,
Let me udseal the letter.
I am sure of that: and, at her late being here,
[Exeunt. Stew. I, madam?
Reg. I speak in understanding ; you are, I know it
Therefore, I do advise you, take this note :
Than for your lady's.– You may gather more.
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.
Stew.'Would I could meet him, madam! I would show
What party I do follow.
Phy. There is means, madam!
SCENE VI. – The country near Dover.
, 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.
Glo. Methinks, the ground is even.
Edg. Horrible steep:
Edg. Why, then your other senses grow imperfect
By your eyes' anguish.
Glo. So may it be, indeed.
Methinks, thy voice is alter'd ; and thou speal'st
Cor. 'Tis known before; our preparation stands Edg. You are much deceiv'd; in nothing am
But in my garments.
Glo. Methinks, you are better spoken.
Edg. Come on, sir! here's the place; - stand still!
And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low!
[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:
The fishermen, that walk upon the beach,
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
Glo. Set me where you stand.
Edg. Give me your hand! You are now withis
of the extreme verge : for all beneath the moon It was great igaciance, Gloster's eyes being out, Glo. Let go my hand,
Here, friend, is another purse; in it, a jewel like a crow-keeper: draw me a clothier's yard. -
hewgh! - Give the word !
Glo. I know that voice.
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
Lear. Ay, every inch a king:
When I do stare, see, how the subject quakes.
I pardon that man's life. What was thy cause?
Thou shalt not die: die for adultery! No!
The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly
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.
To't, luxury, pell-mell, for I lack soldiers.—
Behold yon' simpering dame,
Whose face between her forks presageth snow;
That minces virtue, and does shake the head
With a more riotous appetite.
Down from the waist they are centanrs,
Though women all above:
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 !
Lear. Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality.
Shall so wear out to nought. - Dost thou know me?
Lear. I remember thine eyes well enough. Dost
Glo. I do remember now: henceforth I'll bear Lear. Read !
Glo. What, with the case of eyes ?
your head, uor no money in your purse? Your eyes
Glo. I see it feelingly.
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
bat be the
thou might'st belold the great image of authority: Edg. Well pray you, father!'
Glo. Now, good sir, what are yon ?
I'll lead you to some biding!
Briefly thyself remember! - The sword is out
Glo. Now let thy friendly hand
[Edgar oppose! Reason in madness!'
Stew. Wherefore, bold peasant,
Dar'st thou support a publish'd traitor? Hence?
Like hold on thee. Let go his arm!
Stew. Let go, slave, or thou diest !
Edg. Good gentleman, go your gait, and let poer
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
To Edmund earl of Gloster; seek liim ont
Upon the British party!- 0 votimely death! [Dies.
Edg. I know thee well: a serviceable villain!
As badjiess would desire.
Glo. What, is he dead ?
Edg. Sit you down, father! rest you !
, 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! --
Leave, gentle wax: and, manners, blame us not!
[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
O undistinguish'd space of woman's will!
A plot upon her virtuous husband's life!
Thee I'll rake up, the post unsanctihed
of murderous lechers : and, in the matore time,
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,
Of my huge sorrows! Better I were distract:
out the body
So should my thoughts be sever'd from my griefs, Lear. Where have I been? Where am I? - Fair day-
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 !
I feel this pin prick. 'Would I were assur'd
Cor. o, look upon me, sir,
Lear. Pray, do not mock me!
I am a very foolish fond old man,
I fear, I am not in my perfect mind.
Yet I am doubtful: for I'am mainly ignorant
What place this is; and all the skill I have
Remembers not these garments; nor I know not
Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me:
For, as I am a man, I think this lady
To be my child Cordelia,
Cor. And so I am, I am.
Lear. Be your tears wet? Yes, 'faith! I pray,
If you have poison for me, I will drink it,
[To the Physician. You have some cause, they have not.
Have, as I do remember, done me wrong;
Cor. No cause; 'no cause!
Lear. Am I in France?
Kent. In your own kingdom, sir !
Lear. Do not abuse me.
Phys. Be comforted, good madam! the great rage,
is cur'd in him: and yet it is danger
Desire him to go in; trouble him no more,
Till further settling.
Cor. WilPt please your highness walk ?
Pray now, forget and forgive! I am old and foolish!
[Exeunt Lear, Cordelia, Physician, and
Gent. Holds it true, sir,
That the duke of Cornwall was so slain ?
Kent. Most certain, sir!
Gent. Who is conductor of his people?
Kent. As 'tis said,
The bastard son of Gloster.
Gent. They say, Edgar,
Kent. Report is changeable.
(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
ficers, Soldiers, and Others.
Or, whether since he is advis'd by aught
To change the course. He's full of alteration,
bring his constant pleasare. Cor. Sir, do you know me?
(To an Officer, who goes ouo.
Edm. 'Tis to be doubted, madam.