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Glo. The trick of that voice I do well remem- | Thou rascal beadle, hold thy bloody hand:
Is't not the king?
Lear. Ay, every inch a king:
When I do stare, see, how the subject quakes.
Thou shalt not die: Die for adultery! No:
Let copulation thrive, for Gloster's bastard son
To't, luxury, pell-mell, for I lack soldiers.Behold yon' simpering dame,
Whose face between her forks presageth snow;
The fitchew, nor the soil'd horse, goes to't
But to the girdle do the gods inherit,
Why dost thou lash that whore? strip thine
Thou hotly lust'st to use her in that kind, For which thou whipp'st her. The usurer hangs the cozener.
Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear ; Robes, and furr'd gowns, hide all. Plate sin with gold,
And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks : Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw doth pierce it. None does offend, none, I say, none; I'll able
Stew. A proclaim'd prize! Most happy! That eyeless head of thine was first fram'd flesh To raise my fortunes. Thou old unhappy traitor,
Briefly thyself remember :-The sword is out That must destroy thee.
Glo. Now let thy friendly hand Put strength enough to it.
[Edgar opposes. Stew. Wherefore, bold peasant, Dar'st thou support a publish'd traitor? Hence; Lest that the infection of his fortune take Like hold on thee. Let go his arm.
Edg. Ch'ill not let go, zir, without vurther 'casion.
Stew. Let go, slave, or thou diest.
Edg. Good gentleman, go your gait, and let poor volk pass. And ch'ud ha' been zwaggered out of my life, 'twould not ha' been zo long as 'tis by a vortnight. Nay, come not near the old man; keep out, che vor'ye, or ise try whether your costard or my bat be the harder: Ch'ill be plain with you.
Stew. Out, dunghill!
Edg. Ch'ill pick your teeth, zir: Come; no matter vor your foins.
[They fight; and Edgar knocks him down.
Stew. Slave, thou hast slain me:-Villain, take my purse;
If ever thou wilt thrive, bury my body;
Glo. What, is he dead?
Edg. Sit you down, father; rest you.— Let's see his pockets: these letters, that he speaks of,
May be my friends.-He's dead; I am only sorry He had no other death's-man.-Let us see:Leave, gentle wax; and, manners, blame us not: To know our enemies' minds, we'd rip up their hearts;
Their papers, is more lawful.
O undistinguish'd space of woman's will!
Thee I'll rake up, the post unsanctified
Exit Edgar, dragging out the body.
Edg. Give me your hand: Far off, methinks, I hear the beaten drum. Come, father, I'll bestow you with a friend.
SCENE VII.-A tent in the French camp. LEAR on a bed, asleep; Physician, Gentlemen, and others, attending.
Enter CORDELIA, and KENT. Cor. O thou, good Kent, how shall I live, and work,
To match thy goodness: My life will be too Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears
These weeds are memories of those worser hours;
I pr'ythee, put them off.
Kent. Pardon me, dear madam;
Yet to be known, shortens my made intent:
Cor. Then be it so, my good lord.-How does the king? To the Physician.
Phys. Madam, sleeps still.
Cure this great breach in his abused nature!
Phys. So please your majesty,
That we may wake the king? he hath slept long. Cor. Be govern'd by your knowledge, and proceed
I'the sway of your own will. Is he array'd? Gent. Ay, madam; in the heaviness of his sleep,
We put fresh garments on him.
Do scald like molten lead.
Cor. Sir, do you know me?
Lear. You are a spirit, I know; When did you die?
Cor. Still, still, far wide!
Phys. He's scarce awake; let him alone awhile. Lear. Where have I been? Where am I?Fair day-light?
I am mightily abus'd.—I should even die with
To see another thus.-I know not what to say.I will not swear, these are my hands :-let's see; I feel this pin prick. 'Would I were assur'd Of my condition.
Cor. O, look upon me, sir,
And hold your hands in benediction o'er me:No, sir, you must not kneel.
Lear. Pray, do not mock me:
I am a very foolish fond old man,
Phys. Be by, good madam, when we do awake For, as I am a man, I think this lady
I doubt not of his temperance.
Cor. Very well.
Phys. Please you, draw near.-Louder the
Cor. O my dear father! Restoration, hang Thy medicine on my lips; and let this kiss Repair those violent harms, that my two sisters Have in thy reverence made!
Kent. Kind and dear princess!
Cor. Had you not been their father, these white flakes
Had challeng'd pity of them. Was this a face
Of quick, cross lightning? to watch (poor perdu !)
With this thin helm ?-Mine enemy's dog, Though he had bit me, should have stood that
Against my fire: And wast thou fain, poor father,
To hovel thee with swine, and rogues forlorn,
Cor. How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty?
Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o'the
Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound
To be my child Cordelia.
Cor. And so I am, I am.
Lear. Be your tears wet? Yes, 'faith. I
You see, is cur'd in him and yet it is danger To make him even o'er the time he has lost. Desire him to go in; trouble him no more, Till further settling.
Cor. Will't please your highness walk? Lear. You must bear with me: Pray now, forget and forgive: I am old and foolish. [Exeunt Lear, Cordelia, Physi cian, and Attendants.
Gent. Holds it true, sir,
That the duke of Cornwall was so slain?
Gent. Who is conductor of his people?
The bastard son of Gloster.
Gent. They say, Edgar,
His banish'd son, is with the earl of Kent
Kent. Report is changeable.
SCENE I.- -The camp of the British Forces, near Dover.
Enter, with drum and colours, EDMUND, RE-
Or, whether since he is advis'd by aught
You know the goodness I intend upon you:
Do you not love my sister?
Edm. In honour'd love.
Reg. But have you never found my brother's I can produce a champion, that will prove
Alb. Our very loving sister, well be met.Sir, this I hear, The king is come to his daughter, With others, whom the rigour of our state Forc'd to cry out. Where I could not be honest, I never yet was valiant: for this business, It toucheth us as France invades our land, Not bolds the king; with others, whom, I fear, Most just and heavy causes make oppose. Edm. Sir, you speak nobly. Reg. Why is this reason'd?
Gon. Combine together 'gainst the enemy: For these domestic and particular broils Are not to question here.
Alb. Let us then determine
With the ancient of war on our proceedings. Edm. I shall attend you presently at your tent. Reg. Sister, you'll go with us?"
What is avouched there: If you miscarry,
When time shall serve, let but the herald cry,
Each jealous of the other, as the stung
Her husband being alive. Now then, we'll use
SCENE II.-A field between the two camps. Alarum within. Enter, with drum and colours, LEAR, CORDELIA, and their Forces; and ex
Enter EDGAR and GLOSTER.
Edg. Here, father, take the shadow of this tree For your good host; pray that the right may thrive:
If ever I return to you again,
Glo. Grace go with you, sir! [Exit Edgar. Alarums; afterwards a retreat. Re-enter EDGAR. Edg. Away, old man, give me thy hand, away; King Lear hath lost, he and his daughter ta'en: Give me thy hand, come on.
Glo. No further, sir; a man may rot even here. Edg. What, in ill thoughts again? Men must endure
Their going hence, even as their coming hither: Ripeness is all: Come on.
Glo. And that's true too.
SCENE III.-The British camp near Dover. Enter, in conquest, with drum and colours, EDMUND; LEAR and CORDELIA, as Prisoners; Officers, Soldiers, &c.
Edm. Some officers take them away: good guard;
Until their greater pleasures first be known,
Cor. We are not the first,
Who, with best meaning, have incurr'd the worst. For thee, oppressed king, am I cast down-; Myself could else out-frown false fortune's frown.
And fortune led you well: You have the captives,
Edm. Sir, I thought it fit
To send the old and miserable king
My reason all the same; and they are ready
Shall we not see these daughters, and these sis-To-morrow, or at farther space, to appear ters?
Lear. No, no, no, no! Come, let's away to prison:
We two alone will sing like birds i'the cage:
Who loses, and who wins; who's in, who's out;-
Edm. Take them away.
Lear. Upon such sacrifices, my Cordelia, The gods themselves throw incense. Have I caught thee?
He that parts us, shall bring a brand from heaven, And fire us hence, like foxes. Wipe thine eyes; The goujeers shall devour them, Ålesh and fell,
Where you shall hold your session. At this time, We sweat, and bleed: the friend hath lost his