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I told him of the army that was landed ;

Proper deformity seems not in the fiend
He smil'd at it: I told him, you were coming ; So horrid, as in woman.
His answer was, The worse : of Gloster's treachery, Gon.

O vain fool!
And of the loyal service of his son,

Alb. Thou changed and self-cover'd thing, fe When I inform’d him, then he call'd me sot ;

shame, And told me, I had turn'd the wrong side out :- Be-monster not thy feature. Were it my fitness What most he should dislike, seems pleasant to him; To let these hands obey my blood, What like, offensive.

They are apt enough to dislocate and tear Gon.

Then shall you go no further. Thy flesh and bones : - Howe'er thou art a fieni,

[To EDMUND. A woman's shape doth shield thee. It is the cowish terror of his spirit,

Gon. Marry, your manhood now !
That dares not undertake: he'll not feel wrongs,
Which tie him to an answer : Our wishes, on the

Enter a Messenger.

Alb. What news? May prove effects. Back, Edmund, to my brother; Mess. O, my good lord, the duke of Cornwall's Hasten his musters and conduct his powers :

dead : I must change arms at home, and give the distaff Slain by his servant, going to put out Into my husband's hands. This trusty servant The other eye of Gloster. Shall between us : ere long you are like to hear, pass


Gloster's eyes! If you dare venture in your own behalf,

Mess. A servant that be bred, thrill'd with reA mistress's command. Wear this; spare speech ;

[Giving a favour. Oppos'd nst the act,

ng his sword Decline your head : this kiss, if it durst speak, To his great master; who, thereat enrag'd, Would stretch thy spirits up into the air ;

Flew on bim, and amongst them fell’d him dead : Conceive, and fare thee well.

But not without that harmful stroke, which since Edm. Yours in the ranks of death.

Hath pluck'd him after.
My most dear Gloster ! Alb.

This shows you are above, [Erit EDMUND. You justicers, that these our nether crimes 0, the difference of man, and man! To thee So speedily can venge ! - But, 0, poor Gloster! A woman's services are due; my fool

Lost he his other eye! Usurps my bed.


Both, both, my lord.
Madam, here comes my lord. This letter, madam, craves a speedy answer;
[Exit Steward. 'Tis from your sister.

Gon. [Aside.] One way I like this well;

But being widow, and my Gloster with her,
Gon. I have been worth the whistle.

May all the building in my fancy pluck Alb.

O Goneril! | Upon my hateful life : Another way, You are not worth the dust which the rude wind The news is not so tart. I'll read, and answer. Blows in your face. – I fear your disposition :

(Ent. That nature, which contemns its origin,

Alb. Where was his son, when they did take his Cannot be border'd certain in itself;

eyes ? She that herself will silver and disbranch

Mess. Come with my lady hither. From her material sap, perforce must wither,


He is not here. And come to deadly use.

Mess. No, my good lord; I met him back again, Gon. No more; the text is foolish.

Alb. Knows he the wickedness? Alb. Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile : Mess. Ay, my good lord ; 'twas he inform'd Filths savour but themselves. What have you done?

against him; Tigers, not daughters, what have you perform’d? And quit the house on purpose, that their punishment A father, and a gracious aged man,

Might have the freer course. Whose reverence the head-lugg'd bear would lick,


Gloster, I live Most barbarous, most degenerate! have you madded. To thank thee for the love thou show'dst the king, Could my good brother suffer you to do it?

And to revenge thine eyes. Come hither, friend; A man, a prince, by him so benefited ?

Tell me what more thou knowest.

[Exeunt. If that the heavens do not their visible spirits Send quickly down to tame these vile offences, SCENE III. The French Camp, near Dover. Humanity must perforce prey on itself,

Enter KENT and a Gentleman. Like monsters of the deep.

Kent. Why the king of France is so suddenly Gon.

Milk-liver'd man ! gone back know you the reason ? That bear'st a cheek for blows, a head for wrongs; Gent. Something he left imperfect in the state, Who hast not in thy brows an eye discerning Which since his coming forth is thought of; which Thine honour from thy suffering ; that not know'st, Imports to the kingdom so much fear and danger, Fools do those villains pity, who are punish'd That his personal return was most requir'd, Ere they have done their mischief. Where's thy | And necessary. drum ?

kent. Who hath he left behind him general ? France spreads his banners in our noiseless land; Gent. The Mareschal of France, Monsieur le Fer. With plumed helm thy slayer begins threats;

Kent. Did your letters pierce the queen to any Whilst thou, a moral fool, sit'st stiil, and cry'st, demonstration of grief? Alack ! why does he so ??

Gent. Ay, sir; she took them, read them in my Alb, See thyself, devil !

presence ;

'Twill come,

And now and then an ample tear trill'd down Phy. There is means, madam :
Her delicate cheek : it seem'd, she was a queen

Our foster-nurse of nature is repose,
Over her passion; who, most rebel-like,

The which he lacks; that to provoke in him, Sought to be the king o'er her.

Are many simples operative, whose power Kent.

O, then it mov'd her. Will close the eye of anguish. Gent. Not to a rage: patience and sorrow strove Cor.

All bless'd secres, Who should express her goodliest. You have seen All you unpublish'd virtues of the earth, Sunshine and rain at once : her smiles and tears Spring with my tears! be aidant, and remediate, Were like a better day: Those happy smiles, In the good man's distress ! - Seek, seek for him ; That play'd on her ripe lip, seem'd not to know Lest his ungovern'd rage dissolve the life What guests were in her eyes; which parted thence, That wants the means to lead it. As pearls from diamonds dropp’d. - In brief, sorrow Would be a rarity most belor'd, if all

Enter a Messenger. Could so become it.


Madam, nows; Kent.

Made she no verbal question? The British powers are marching hitherward. Gent. 'Faith, once, or twice, she heav'd the name Cor. 'Tis known before ; our preparation stands of father

In expectation of them. O dear father, Pantingly forth, as if it press'd her heart ;

It is thy business that I


about ; Cried, Sisters ! sisters ! -Shame of ladies ! sisters ! Therefore great France Kent ! father ! sisters! What?' i'the storm ? i'the My mourning, and important tears, hath pitied. night?

No blown ambition doth our arms incite, Let piiy not be believ'd ! - There she shook

Bu love, dear love, and our ag'd father's right: The holy water from her heavenly eyes,

Soon may I hear, and see him!

[Ereunt. And clamour moisten'd: - then away she started To deal with grief alone.

SCENE V. - A Room in Gloster's Castle.
It is the stars

Enter REGAN and Steward.
The stars above us, govern our conditions ;
Else one self mate and mate could not beget

Reg. But are my brother's powers set forth? Such different issues. You spoke not with her since?


Ay, madam. Gent. No.


Himself Kent. Was this before the king return'd ? In person there? Gent.

No, since. Stew.

Madam, with much ado : Kent. Well, sir ; The poor distress'd Lear is i'the Your sister is the better soldier. town:

Reg. Lord Edmund spake not with your lord at Who sometime, in his better tune, remembers

home? What we are come about, and by no means

Stew. No, madam. Will yield to see his daughter.

Reg. What might import my sister's letter to him? Gent.

Why, good sir? Stew. I know not, lady. Kent. A sovereign shame so elbows him : his own Reg. 'Faith, he is posted hence on serious matter. unkindness,

It was great ignorance, Gloster's eyes being out, That stripp'd her from his benediction, turn'd her

To let him live; where he arrives, he moves To foreign casualties, gave her dear rights

All hearts against us; Edmund, I think, is gone, To his dog hearted daughters, - these things sting

In pity of his misery, to despatch His mind so venomously, that burning shame

His nighted life ; moreover, to descry Detains him from Cordelia.

The strength o’the enemy. Gent.

Alack, poor gentleman! Slew. I must needs after him, madam, with my Kent. Of Albany's and Cornwall's powers you

letter. heard not ?

Reg. Our troops set forth to-morrow; stay with us; Gent. 'Tis so; they are afoot.

The ways are dangerous. Kent. Well, sir, I'll bring you to our master, Lear,


I may not, madam; And leave you to attend him: some dear cause My lady charg'd my duty in this business. Will in concealment wrap me up awhile ;

Reg. Why should she write to Edmund ? Might When I am known aright, you shall not grieve Lending me this acquaintance. I pray you, go

Transport her purposes by words ? Belike, Along with me.

[Ereunt. Something I know not what :-I'll love thee much,

Let me unseal the letter.
SCENE IV.-The same. A Tent.


Madam, I had rather

Reg. I know, your lady does not love her husband; Enter CORDELIA, Physician, and Soldiers.

I am sure of that: and, at her late being here, Cor. Alack, 'tis he ; why, he was met even now She gave strange æiliads, and most speaking looks As mad as the vex'd sea : singing aloud ;

To noble Edmund : I know, you are of her bosom. Crown'd with rank fumiter, and furrow weeds, Stew. I, madam ? With harlocks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers, Reg. I speak in understanding; you are, I know it; Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow

Therefore, I do advise you, take this note : In our sustaining corn. - A century send forth; My lord is dead; Edmund and I have talk'd ; Search every acre in the high-grown field,

And more convenient is he for my hand, And bring him to our eye. [Erit an Officer. ] - Tlan for your lady's : You may gather more. What can man's wisdom do,

If do find him, pray you, give him this ; In the restoring his bereaved sense ?

And when your mistress hears thus much from you,

He, that helps him, take all my outward worth. pray,

desire her call her wisdom to her

not you



So, fare you well.

Ho, you sir' friend: - Hear you, sır? - speak! If you do chance to hear of that blind traitor, Thus might he pass indeed : - Yet he revives : Preterment falls on him that cuts him off.

What are you, sir ? Stew. 'Would I could meet him, madam! I would Glo.

Away, and let me die. show

Edg. Had'st thou been aught but gossomer, What party I do follow.

feathers, air, Reg. Fare thee well. (Ereunt. So many fathom down precipitating,

Thou had'st shiver'd like an egg: but thou dose SCENE VI. - The Country w,ar Dover.

breathe ;

Hast heavy substance; bleed'st not; speak'st; art Enter Groster, and Edgar dressed like a peasant.

sound. Glo. When shall ve come to the top of that same Ten masts at each make not the altitude, hill?

Which thou hast perpendicularly fell; Edg. You do climo up it now: look how we Thy life's a miracle : Speak yet again. labour.

Glo. But have I fallen, or no ? Glo. Methinks, the ground is even.

Edg. From the dread summit of this chalky Edg.

Horrible steep :

bourn: Hark, do you hear the sea ?

Look up a-height; — the shrill-gorg'd lark so far Glo.

No, truly.

Cannot be seen or heard : do but look up.
Edy. Why, then your other senses grow imperfect Glo. Alack, I have v eyes.
By your eyes' anguish.

Is wretchedness depriv d that benefit,

So may it be, indeed : To end itself by death? 'Twas yet some comfort, Methinks, thy voice is alter'd; and thou speak'st When misery could beguile the tyrant's rage, In better phrase, and matter, than thou didst. And frustrate his proud will. Edg. You are much deceiv'd; in nothing am I Edg.

Give me your arm : chang'd,

Up: So; - How is't? Feel you your legs? You But in my garments.

stand. Glo.

Metbinks, you are better spoken. Glo. Too well, too well. Edg. Come on, sir ; here's the place ;-stand still.


This is above all strangeness How fearful

Upon the crown o'the cliff, what thing was that And dizzy ’tis, to cast one's eyes so low !

Which parted from you? The crows, and choughs, that wing the midway air, Glo.

A poor unfortunate beggar. Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Edg. As I stood here below, methought, his eyes Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Were two full moons; he had a thousand noses, Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head : Horns whelk’d, and wav'd like the enridged sea; The fishermen, that walk upon the beach,

It was some fiend : Therefore, thou happy father, Appear like mice; and yon' tall anchoring bark, Think that the clearest gods, who make them Diminish'd to her cock; her cock, a buoy

honours Almost too small for sight: The murmuring surge, Of men's impossibilities, have preserv'd thee. That on the unnumber'd idle pebbles chafes,

Glo. I do remember now : henceforth I'll bear Cannot be heard so high: - I'll look no more ; Affliction, till it do cry out itself, Lest my brain turn, and the deficient sight Enough, enough, and, die. That thing you speak of, Topple down headlong.

I took it for a man ; often 'twould say, Glo.

Set me where you stand. The fiend, the fiend : he led me to that place. Edg. Give me your hand : You are now within a Edg. Bear free and patient thoughts.- But who foot

comes here? Of the extreme verge: for all beneath the moon Would I not leap upright.

Enter LEAR, fantastically dressed up with flowers Glo.

Let go my hand. The safer sense will ne'er accommodate Here, friend, is another purse ; in it, a jewel His master thus. Well worth a poor man's taking : Fairies, and gods, Lear. No, they cannot touch me for coining; Prosper it with thee! Go thou further off;

I am the king himself. Bid me farewell, and let me hear thee going.

Edg. O thou side-piercing sight! Edg. Now fare you well, good sir. [Seems to go. Lear. Nature's above art in that respect. - There's Glo.

With all

heart. your press-money.

That fellow handles his bow
Edg. Why I do trifle thus with his despair, like a crow-keeper : draw me a clothier's yard.
Is done to cure it.

Look, look, a mouse! Peace, peace; - this piece of Glo. O you mighty gods !

toasted cheese will do't.— There's my gauntlet ; I'll This world I do renounce; and, in your sights, prove it on a giant. · Bring up the brown bills. Shake patiently my great affliction off :

0, well flown, bird! – i the clout, i' the clout: If I could bear it longer, and not fall

hewgh! Give the word. To quarrel with your great opposeless wills,

Edy. Sweet marjoram. My snuff, and loathed part of nature, should

Lear. Pass. Burn itself out. If Edgar live, 0, bless him !

Glo. I know that voice. Now, fellow, fare thee well. [He leaps, and falls along. Lear. Ha! Goneril!- with a white beard ! Edg:

Gone, sir ? farewell. They flatter'd me like a dog ; and told me I had And yet I know not how conceit may rob

white hairs in my beard, ere the black ones were The treasury of life, when life itself

there. To say ay, and no, to every thing I said Yields to the theft: Had he been where he thought, Ay and no too was no good divinity. When the By this, had thought been past. — Alive, or dead ? rain came to wet me once, and the wind to inake



me chatter; when the thunder would not peace at None does offend, none, I say, none; I'll able 'em : my bidding; there I found them, there I smelt | Take that of me, my friend, who have the power them out. Go to, they are not men o’their words : | To seal the accuser's lips. Get thee glass eyes ; they told me I was every thing ; 'tis a lie; I am not And, like a scurvy politician, seem ague-proof.

To see the things thou dost not. Now, now, now,
Glo. The trick of that voice I do well remember:
Is't not the king ?

Pull off my boots : - harder, harder; so.
Ay, every inch a king :

Edg. O, matter and impertinency mix'd !
When I do stare, see, how the subject quakes. Reason in madness!
I pardon that man's life : What was thy cause? - Lear. If thou wilt weep my fortunes, take my eyes.
Adultery. -

I know thee well enough; thy name is Gloster : Thou shalt not die: Die for adultery! No: Thou must be patient; we came crying hither. The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly

Thou know'st, the first time that we smell the air, Does lecher in my sight.

We wawl, and cry:

I will preach to thee; mark Let copulation thrive, for Gloster's bastan) son Was kinder to his father, than my daughters

Glo. Alack, alack the day! Got 'tween the lawful sheets.

Lear. When we are born, we cry, that we are come To't, luxury, pell-mell, for I lack soldiers.

To this great stage of fools; This a good Behold yon' simpering dame,

block ? Whose face between her forks presageth snow ; It were a delicate stratagem, to shoe That minces virtue, and does shake the head A troop of horse with felt: I'll put it in proof ; Ts near of pleasure's name;

And when I have stolen upon these sons-in-law, The fitchew, nor the soiled horse, goes to't

Then, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill.
With a more riotous appetite.
Down from the waist they are centaurs,

Enter a Gentleman, with Attendants.
Though women all above :

Gent. O, here he is; lay hand upon him. - Sir, But to the girdle do the gods inherit,

Your most dear daughter Beneath is all the fiends'; there's hell, there's dark- Lear. No rescue? What, a prisoner? I am even ness, there is the sulphurous pit, burning, scalding, The natural fool of fortune. Use me well ; stench, consumption ; — Fye, fye, fye! pah ; pah! | You shall have ransome. Let me have a surgeon, Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to I am cut to the brains. sweeten my imagination : there's money for thee. Gent.

You shall have any thing. Glo. O, let me kiss that hand !

Lear. No seconds ? all myself?
Lear. Let me wipe it first ; it smells of mortality. Why, this would make a man, a man of salt,

Glo. O ruin’d piece of nature! This great world | To use his eyes for garden water-pots,
Shall so wear out to nought. -Dost thou know me? Ay, and for laying autumn's dust.
Lear. I remember thine eyes well enough. Dost Gent.

Good sir, thou squiny at me? No, do thy worst, blind Cupid ; Lear. I will die bravely, like a bridegroom ; I'll not love. Read thou this challenge; mark

What? but the penning of it.

I will be jovial ; come, come; I am a king, Glo. Were all the letters suns, I could not see one My masters, know you that ?

Edg. I would not take this from report; - it is, Gent. You are a royal one, and we obey you. And my heart breaks at it.

Lear. Then there's life in it. Nay, an you get Lear. Read.

it, you shall get it by running. Sa, sa, sa, sa. Glo. What, with the case of eyes?

(Exit running; Attendants follow. Lear. O, ho, are you there with me? No eyes Gent. A sight most pitiful in the meanest wretch; in your head, nor no money in your purse? Your Past speaking of in a king !- Thou hast one eyes are in a heavy case, your purse in a light: Yet

daughter, you see how this world goes.

Who redeems nature from the general curse Glo. I see it feelingly.

Which twain have brought her to. Lear. What, art mad? A man may see how this Edg. Hail, gentle sir. world goes, with no eyes.

Look with thine ears : Gent. Sir, speed you : What's your will ? see how yon' justice rails upon yon' simple thief. Edg. Do you hear aught, sir, of a battle toward ? Hark, in thine ear: Change places; and, handy- Gent. Most sure, and vulgar: every one hears that, dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief? Which can distinguish sound. Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar ? Edg.

But, by your favour, Glo. Ay, sir.

How near's the other army ? Lear. And the creature run from the cur?

Gent. Near, and on speedy foot; the main descry There thou might'st behold the great image of au- Stands on the hourly thought. thority : a dog's obeyed in office.


I thank you, sir : that's all. Thou rascal beadle, hold thy bloody hand :

Gent. Though that the queen on special cause is Why dost thou lash that whore? Strip thine own back;.

here, Thou hotly lust'st to use her in that kind

Her army is mov'd on. For which thou whipp’st her. The usurer hangs the


I thank you, sir. [Erit Gent.

Glo. You ever gentle gods, take my breath from Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear ;

me; Robes, and furr'd gowns, hide all. Plate sin with Let not my worser spirit tempt me again gold,

To die before you please! And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks :


Well pray you, father Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw doth pierce it. Glo. Now, good sir, what are you?


volk pass.

Edg. A inost poor man, made tame by fortune's Glo. The king is mad : How stiff is my vike blows;

sense, Who, by the art of known and feeling sorrows, That I stand up, and have ingenious feeling Am pregnant to good pity. Give me your hand, Of my huge sorrows! Better I were distract: I'll lead you to some biding.

So should my thoughts be sever'd from my griefs; Glo.

Hearty thanks : And woes, by wrong imaginations lose The bounty and the benizon of heaven

The knowledge of themselves.
To boot, and boot !

Re-enter EDGAR.
Enter Steward.


Give me your band: Stew. A proclaim'd prize! Most happy! Far off, methinks, I hear the beaten drum. That eyeless head of thine was first fram’d Aesh Come, father, I'll bestow yor with a friend. To raise my fortunes. — Thou old unhappy traitor,

(Eseuri. Briefly thyself remember : — The sword is out That must destroy thee.

SCENE VII. – A Tent in the French Casin, Glo.

Now let thy friendly hand Learon a Bed, asleep; Physician, Gentlemen, and Put strength enough to it.

(Edgar opposes. others, attending.
Wherefore, bold peasant,

Dar’st thou support a publish'd traitor ? Hence ;
Lest that the infection of his fortune take

Cor. O thou good Kent, how shall I live, and Like hold on thee. Let go his arm.

work, Edg. Chill not let go, zir, without vurther 'casion. To match thy goodness ? My life will be too short. Stew. Let go, slave, or thou diest.

And every measure fail me. Edg. Good gentleman, go your gait, and let poor Kent. To be acknowledg’d, madam, is 'er-paid.

And ch’ud ha' been zwagger'd out of All my reports go with the modest truth; my life, 'twould not ha' been zo long as 'tis by a Nor more, nor clipp'd, but so. vortnight. Nay, come not near the old man; keep Cor.

Be better suited : out, che vor'ye, or ise try whether your costard or These weeds are memories of those worser hours; my bat be the harder: Ch’ill be plain with you. I pr’ythee, put them off. Stew. Out, dunghill !


Pardon me, dear madam; Edg. Ch’ill pick your teeth, zir: Come; no matter Yet to be known, shortens my made intent : vor your foins.

My boon I make it, that you know me not, [ They fight ; and EDGAR knocks him down. Till time and I think meet. Stew. Slave, thou hast slain me:- Villain, take Cor. Then be it so, my good lord. - How does my purse;

the king ?

[To the Physician. If ever thou wilt thrive, bury my body ;

Phys. Madam, sleeps still.
And give the letters, which thou find'st about me, Cor. O you kind gods,
To Edmund earl of Gloster ; seek him out

Cure this great breach in his abused nature !
Upon the British party :- 0, untimely death! The untun'd and jarring senses, 0, wind up,

[Dies. Of this child-changed father ! Edg. I know thee well : A serviceable villain; Phys.

So please your majesty, As duteous to the vices of thy mistress,

That we may wake the king ? he hath slept long. As badness would desire.

Cor. Be govern'd by your knowledge, and proGlo. What, is he dead?

cced Edg. Sit you down, father; rest you.

I'the sway of your own will. he array'd ? Let's see his pockets : these letters that he speaks of, Gent. Ay, madam ; in the heaviness of his sleep, May be my friends. - He is dead; I am only sorry We put fresh garments on him. He had no other death's-man. Let us see: - Phys. Be by, good madam, when we do awake Leave, gentle wax : and, manners, blame us not : To know our enemies' minds, we'd rip their hearts; I doubt not of his temperance. Their papers, is more lawful.


Very well.

Phys. Please you, draw near. — Louder the [Reads.] Let our reciprocal vows be remembered.

musick there. You have many opportunities to cut him off: if your will want not, time and place will be fruitfully of Thy medicine on my lips; and let this kiss

Cor. O my dear father! Restoration, lang fered. There is nothing done, if he return the con

Repair those violent harms, that my two sisters queror; Then am I the prisoner, and his bed my

Have in thy reverence made! gaol ; from the loathed warmth whereof deliver me,


Kind and dear princess! and supply the place for your labour. Your wife, (so I would say,) and your affectionate

Cor. Had you not been their father, these white

flakes servant,


Had challeng’d pity of them. Was this a face O undistinguish'd space of woman's will !.

To be expos'd against the warring winds ? A plot upon her virtuous husband's life;

To stand against the deep dread-bolted thunder ? And the exchange, my brother !—Here, in the sands, In the most terrible and nimble stroke Thee I'll rake up, the post unsanctified

Of quick, cross-lightning? to watch (poor perdu!) Of murderous lechers : and, in the mature time, With this thin helm ? Mine enemy's dog, With this ungracious paper strike the sight

Though he had bit me, should have stood that night Of the death-practis'd duke: For him 'tis well, Against my fire; And wast thou fain, poor father, That of thy death and business I can tell.

To hovel thee with swine, and rogues forlorn, [Exit Edgar, dragging out the body. I In short and musty straw? Alack, alack!

him ;

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