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Corn. Wor to Dover? Let him first answer that. Glo. I am tied to the stake, and I must stand the course. Reg. Wherefore to Dover? Glo. Because I would not see thy cruel nails Pluck out his poor old eyes; northy fierce sister In his anointed flesh stick boarish fangs. The sea, with such a storm as his bare head In hell-black night endur'd, would have buoy'd up, And quench'd the stelled fires. yet, poor old heart, He holp the heavens to rain. If wolves had at thy gate howl'd that stern time, Thou should'st have said, Goodporter, turn the key: All cruels else subscrib'd:2—But I shall see The winged vengeance overtake such children. Corn. See it shalt thou never:-Fellows, hold the chair: Upon these eyes of thine I'll set my foot. [Gloster is held down in the chair, while Cornwall plucks out one of his eyes, and sets his foot on it. Glo. He, that will think to live till he be old, Give mesome help:—0 cruel! O ye gods! Reg. One side will meck another; the other too. Corn. If you see vengeance,— Serv. Hold your hand, my lord. I have serv'd you ever since I was a child; But better service have I never done you, Than now to bid you hold. . How now, you dog? Serv. If you did wear a beard upon your chin, I'd shake it on this quarrel: What do you mean? Corn. My villain! [Draws, and runs at him. Serv. Nay, then come on, and take the chance of anger. Draws. #. fight. Cornwall is wounded. g. Give methy sword.—[To another Servant.] A peasant stand up thus ! (Snatches a sword, comes !. and stabs him. Serv. O, I am slain!—My lord, you have one eye left To see some mischief on him —O! [Dies. Corn. o it see more, prevent it:—Out, vile elly: Where i`i; lustre now * [Tears out Gloster's other eye, and throws it on the ground. Glo. All dark and comfortless—Where's my son Edmund? Edmund, enkindle all the sparks pronature, To quito this horrid act. ego. Out, treacherous villain : Thou call'st on him that hates thee : it was he That made the overture" of thy treasons to us; Who is too good to pity thee. Glo. O my follies! Then Edgar was abus’d.— . Kind gods, forgive me that, and prosper him! Reg. Go, thrust him out atgates, and let him smell His way to poet—How is’t, my lord? How look

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e, Thou wilt o'ertake us, hence a mile or twain, I'the way to Dover, do it for ancient love; And bring some covering for this naked soul, Whom I'll entreat to lead me. Old JMan. Alack, sir, he's mad. Glo. "Tis the time's plague, when madmen lead the blind. Do as I bid thee, or rather do thy pleasure; Above the rest, be gone. Old Man. I'll bring him the best 'parel that I have, Come on't what will. [Erit. Glo. Sirrah, naked fellow. Edg. Poor Tom's a-cold—I cannot daub, it further. - side. Glo. Come hither, fellow. Edg. [..Aside.] And yet I must—Bless thy sweet eyes, they bleed. Glo. Know'st thou the way to Dover? Edg. Both stile and gate, horse-way, and footpath. Poor Tom hath been scared out of his good wits: Bless the good man from the foul fiend! Five fiends have been in poor Tom at once; of lust, as Obidicut; Hobbididance, prince of dumbness; JMahu, of stealing; JModo, of murder; and Flibbertigibbet, of mopping and mowing; who since [... chamber-maids and waiting-women. So, less thee, master! Glo. Here, take this purse, thou whom the heaven's plagues Have humbled to all strokes: that I am wretched, Makes thee the happier:—Heavens, deal so still! Let the superfluous, and lust-dieted man, That slaves your ordinance,” that will not see Because he doth not feel, feel your power quickly; So distribution should undo excess, And each man have enough.-Dost thou know Dover ? Edg, Ay, master. Glo. There is a cliff, whose high and bending head Looks fearfully in the confined deep: Bring me but to the very brim of it, And I'll repair the misery thou dost bear, With something rich about me: from that place I shall no leading need. Give me thy arm;

Edg. Poor fam shall lead thee. [Ereunt.

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When I inform'd him, then he call'd mesot;
And told me, I had turn'd the wrong side out.—
What most he should dislike, seems pleasant to him;
What like, offensive.
Gon. Then shall you go no further.
#. Edmund.
It is the cowish terror of his spirit,
That dares not undertake: he'll not feel wrongs,
Which tie him to an answer: Our wishes, on the

way, May prove effects.” Back, Edmund, tomy brother; Hasten his musters, and conduct his powers: I must change arms at home, and give the distaff Into my husband's hands. This trusty servant Shall pass between us: ere long you are like to hear, If you dare venture in your own behalf, A mistress's command. Wear this; spare speech; [Giving a favour. Decline your head; this kiss, if it durst speak, Would stretch thy spirits up into the air:Conceive, and fare thee well. Edm. Yours in the ranks of death. Gon. My most dear Gloster! [Exit Edmund. O, the difference of man, and man! To thee A woman's services are due; my fool Usurps my bed. Stew. Madam, here comes my lord. [Erii Steward.

Enter Albany.

Gon. I have been worth the whistle.*

JAlb. O Goneril : You are not worth the dust which the rude wind Blows in your face.—I fear your disposition: That nature, which contemns its origin, Cannot be border'd certain in itself; She that herself will slivers and disbranch From her material sap, perforce must wither, And come to deadly use.

Gon. No more; the text is foolish.

.Alb. Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile. Filths savour but themselves. What have you done? Tigers, not daughters, what have you perform'd? A father, and a gracious aged man, Whose reverence the head-lugg'd bear would lick. Most * most degenerates have you mad.

ea.
Could my good brother suffer you to do it?
A man, a prince, by him so benefited?
If that the heavens do not their visible spirits
Send quickly down to tame these vile offences,
"Twill come,
Humanity must perforce prey on itself,
Like monsters of the deep.

Gon. Milk-liver'd man'
That bear'st a cheek for blows, a head for wrongs;
Who hast not in thy brows an eye discerning
Thine honour from thy suffering; that not know'st,"
Fools do those villains pity, who are punish'd
Ere they have done their mischief. here's thy

drum?

France spreads his banners in our noiseless land
With plumed helm thy slayer begins threats:
Whilst thou, a moral fool, sit'st still, and cri'st,
.Alack! why does he so?

JAlb. See thyself, devil!
Proper deformity seems not in the fiend
So horrid, as in woman.

Gon. O vain fool!

(3) 1. e. Our wishes on the road may be comleted.

(4) Worth calling for. (5) Tear off.

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Alb. Thou changed and self-cover'd thing, for || Sought to be king o'er her. shame,

Kent.

O, then it mov'd her. Be-monster not thy feature. Were it my fitness |Gent. Not to a rage; patience and sorrow strove To let these hands obey my blood,

Who should express her goodliest. You have seen They are apt enough to dislocate and tear Sunshine and rain at once ; her smiles and tears Thy flesh and bones :—Howe'er thou art a fiend, Were like a better day: Those happy smiles, A woman's shape doth shield thee.

That play'd on her ripe lip, seem'd not to know Gon. Marry, your manhood now!

What guests were in her eyes; which parted thence,

As pearls from diamonds dropp'd.-In brief, sorrow Enter a Messenger.

Would be a rarity most belov'd, if all Alb. What news?

Could so become it. Mess. O, my good lord, the duke of Cornwall's || Kent. Made she no verbal question ?? dead;

Gent. 'Faith, once, or twice, she heard the name Slain by his servant, going to put out

of father The other eye of Gloster.

Pantingly forth, as if it press'd her heart; Alb.

Gloster's eyes! Cried, Sisters ! sisters! --Shame of ladies! sisters! Mess. A servant that he bred, thrild with re-Kent! father! sisters! What? the storm? i'the

morse, Oppos'd against the act, bending his sword Let pity not be believed !3__ There she shook To his great master: who, thereat enrag'd, The holy water from her heavenly eyes, Flew on him, and amongst them fell'd him dead: | And clamour moisten'd: then away she started But not without that harmful stroke, which since To deal with grief alone. Hath pluck'd him after.

Kent.

It is the stars, Alb.

This shows you are above, The stars above us, govern our conditions : You justicers, that these our nether crimes Else one self mate and mate could not beget So speedily can venge!—But, O poor Gloster! Such different issues. You spoke not with her since ? Lost he his other eye?

Gent. No. Mess.

Both, both, my lord. - Kent. Was this before the king return'd? This letter, madam, craves a speedy answer ; Gent.

No, since. 'Tis from your sister.

Kent. Well, sir; The poor distress'd Lear is i'the Gon. (Aside.] One way I like this well;

town: But being widow, and my Gloster with her, Who sometime, in his better tune, remembers May all the building in my fancy pluck

What we are come about, and by no means Upon my hateful life : Another way,

Will yield to see his daughter. The news is not so tart.-—I'll read, and answer. Gent,

Why, good sir? (Exit. | Kent. A sovereign shame so elbows him: his own Alb. Where was his son, when they did take his

unkindness, eyes?

That stripp'd her from his benediction, turn'd her Mess. Come with my lady hither.

To foreign casualties, gave her dear rights Alb.

He is not here. To his dog-hearted daughters,—these things sting Mess. No, my good lord; I met him back again. His mind so venomously, that burning shame Alb. Knows he the wickedness?

Detains him from Cordelia. Mess. Ay, my good lord; 'twas he inform'd || Gent.

Alack, poor gentleman! against him ;

Kent. Of Albany's and Cornwall's powers' you And quit the house on purpose, that their punish-|| heard not? ment

Gent. 'Tis so; they are afoot. Might have the freer course.

Kent. Well, sir, I'll bring you to our master Lear, Alb.

Gloster, I live | And leave you to attend him: some dear causen To thank thee for the love thou show'dst the king, | Will in concealment wrap me up a while; And to revenge thine eyes.-Come hither, friend; When I am known aright, you shall not grieve Tell me what more thou knowest. (Exeunt. || Lending me this acquaintance. I pray you, go SCENE III.The French_camp near Dover.

Along with me.

(Exeunt. Enter Kent, and a Gentleman.

SCENE IV.-The same. A tent. Enter CorKent. Why the king of France is so suddenly

delia, Physician, and Soldiers. gone back know you the reason? Gent. Something he left imperfect in the state,

Cor. Alack, 'tis be ; why, he was met even now Which since his coming forth is thought of; which || As mad as the vex'd sea : singing aloud; Imports to the kingdom so much fear and danger,

Crown'd with rank fumiter, and furrow-weeds, That his personal return was most requir'd,

With harlocks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers, And necessary.

Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow Kent. Who hath be left behind him general ? In our sustaining corn.—A century send forth; Gent. The mareschal of France, Monsieur le Fer. Il Search every acre in the high grown field, Kent. Did your letters pierce the queen to any

And bring him to our eye. (Exit an Officer.)demonstration of grief?

What can man's wisdom do, Gent. Ay, sir; she took them, read them in my | In the restoring his bereaved sense? presence;

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

Are many simples operative, whose power (1) Inclination. (2) Discourse, conversation. (3) i. e. Let not pity be supposed to exist. (6) Important business. (7) Fumitory. (4) Dispositions. (5) Forces.

(8) Charlocks.

Will close the eye of anguish.
Cor. All bless'd secrets,
All you unpublish'd virtues of the earth,
Spring with my tears! be aidant, and remediate,
In the good man's distress!—Seek, seek for him;
Lest his ungovern'd rage dissolve the life
That wants the means to lead it."

Enter a Messenger.

JMess. Madam, news; The British powers are marching hitherward. Cor. "Tis known before; our preparation stands In expectation of them.–0 dear father, It is i. business that I go about, *... great France My mourning, and importanto tears, hath pitied. No blown” ambition doth our arms incite, But love, dear love, and our ag'd father's right: Soon may I hear, and see him. [Ereunt.

SCE.WE V.--A room in Gloster's castle. Enter Regan and Steward.

Reg. But are my brother's powers Stew.

Reg. In person there? Stetc. Madam, with much ado: Your sister is the better soldier. Reg. Lord Edmund spake not with your lord at home? Stew. No, madam. Reg. What mightimport my sister's letter to him? Stew. I know not, lady. Reg. 'Faith, he is posted hence on serious matter. It was great ignorance, Gloster's eyes being out, To let him live; where he arrives, he moves All hearts against us: Edmund, I think, is gone, In pity of his misery, to despatch His nighted life; moreover, to descry The strength o'the enemy. Stew. I must needs after him, madam, with my letter. Our troops set forth to-morrow; stay with us; The ways are dangerous. Steu. I may not, madam; My lady charg'd my duty in this business. Rog. Why should she write to Edmund? Might not you Transport her purposes by word?, Belike, Something—I knownot what:—I'll love theemuch, Let me unseal the letter. Stew. Madam, I had rather— Reg. I know your lady does not love her husband; I am sure of that: and at her late being here, She gave strange oeiliads,” and most speaking looks To noble Edmund: I know, you are of her bosom. Stew. I, madam? Reg. I speak in understanding; you are, I know it: Therefore, I do advise you, take this note:* Mylord is dead; Edmund and I have talk'd; And more convenient is he for my hand, Than for your lady's —You may gather more.7 If you do find him, pray you, give him this; And when your mistress hears thus much from you, I pray, desire her call her wisdom to her. So, fare you well.

set forth * Ay, madam. Himself

(1) i. e. The reason which should guide it. (2) Importunate. (3) Inflated, swelling. {4} i.e. His life made dark as night.

(5) A cast, or significant glance of the eye.

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Edg. You are much deceiv'd; in nothing am I chang'd, But in my garments. Glo. Methinks, you are better spoken.

Edg. Comeon, sir; here's the place:–Standstill. —How fearful And dizzy'tis, to cast one's eyes so low ! The crows, and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles: i. way down Hangs one that gathers samphire;” dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon' tallanchoring bark, Diminish'd to her cock;so her cock, a buoy Almost too small for sight; The murmuring surge, That on the unnumber'd idle pebbles chases, Cannot be heard so high "o". no more; Lest my brain turn, and the deficient sight Too" down headlong. lo. Set me where you stand. Edg. Give me your hand; You are now within a foot

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

Glo. Let go my hand. Here, friend, is another purse; in it, a jewel Wellwortha poor man's taking: Fairies, and gods,

Prosper it with thee! Go thou further off;
Bid me farewell, and let me hear thee going.
Edg. Now fare you well, good sir. (Seemstogo.
Glo. With all my heart.
Edg. Why I do trifle thus with his despair,
Is done to cure it.
Glo. O you mighty gods!
This world I do renounce; and, in your sights,
Shake patiently my great affliction off:
If I could bear it longer, and not fall
To quarrel with your great opposeless wills,
My snuff, and loathed part of nature, should
Burn itself out. If Edgar live, O, bless him!—
Now, fellow, fare thee well.
[He leaps, and §. along.
- Gone, sir? Farewell.—
And yet I know not how conceit may rob
The treasury of life, when life itsel
Yields to the theft: Had he been where he thought,
By this, had thought been past—Alive, or dead?

(6) Observe what I am saying. (7) Infer more. (8) Daws. (9) A vegetable gathered for pickling. (10) Her cock-boat. (11) Tumble.

Ho, you sir! friend!—Hear you, sir?—speak!
Thus might he pass indeed:—Yet he revives:
What are you, sir?
Glo. Away, and let me die.
Edg. Hadst thou been aught but gossamer, fea-
thers, air,
So many fathom down precipitating,
Thou hadst shiver'd like an egg; but thou dost
breathe;
Hast heavy substance; bleed'st not; speak'st; art
sound.
Ten masts at each make not the altitude,
Which thou hast perpendicularly fell;
Thy life's a miracle: Speak yet again.
à. But have I fallen, or no?
Edg. From the dread summit of this chalky
bourn:2
Look up a-height:-the shrill-gorg'd" lark so far
Cannot be seen or heard: do but look up.
Glo. Alack, I have no eyes.—
Is wretchedness depriv'd that benefit,
To end itself by death? 'Twas yet some comfort,
When misery could beguile the tyrant's rage,
And frustrate his proud will.
Edg. Give me vour arm:
Up:—So;—How is't Feel you your legs? You
stand.
Glo. Too well, too well.
lder. This is above all strangeness.
Upon the crown o'the cliff, what thing was that
Which parted from you?
Glo. A r unfortunate beggar.
Edg. As I stood here below, methought, his eyes
Were two full moons; he had a thousand noses,
Horns whelk'd," and wav'd, like the enridged sea;
It was some fiend: Therefore, thou happy father,
Think that the clearesto gods, who make them
honours
Of men's impossibilities, have preserv'd thee.
Glo. I do remember now : henceforth I'll bear
Affliction, till it do cry out itself,
Enough, enough, o die. That thing you speak of,
I took it for a man; often 'twould say,
The fiend, the fiend; he led me to that place.
Edg, Bear free and patient thoughts.-But who
comes here

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Ay and no too was no good divinity. When the rain came to wet me once, and the wind to meee me chatter; when the thunder would not peace at my bidding: there I found them, there I smoot them out. Go to, they are not men o'their wordsthey told me I was everything; 'Tis a lie; I am not ague-proof.

Glo. The trick” of that voice I do well remember: Is’t not the king?

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? Adultery.— Thou shalt not die: Die for adultery! No: The wren goes tot, and the small gilded fly Does lecher in my sight. Let copulation thrive, for Gloster's bastardson Was kinder to his father, than my daughters 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 To hear of pleasure's name; The fitchew, nor the soiled horse, goes toot With a more riotous appetite. Down from the waist they are centaurs, Though women all above: Butli to the girdle do the gods inherit,” Beneath is all the fiends'; there'shell, there's dark

ness, There is the sulphurous pit, burning, scalding, stench, consumption;–Fie, fie, fie! pah; pah! Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to sweeten my imagination: there's money for thee. Glo. O, let me kiss that hand! Lear. Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality. Glo. O ruin'd piece of nature! This great world Shall so wear out to nought.—Dost thou know me? Lear. I remember thine eyes well enough. Dost thou squinyls at me? No, do thy worst, blind Cupid; I'll not love—Read thou this challenge; mark but the penning of it. Glo. Were all the letters suns, I could not see one. Edg. I would not take this from report-it is, And my heartbreaks at it. Lear. Read. Glo. What, with the case of eyes? Lear. O, ho, are you there with me? No eyes in your head, nor no money in your purse? Your eyes are in a heavy case, your purse in a light: Yet you see how this world goes. Glo. I see it feelingly. Lear. What, art mad? A man may see how this world goes, with no eyes. Look with thine ears, see how yon' justice rails upon yon' simple thies. Hark, in thine ear: Change places; and, handydandy, which is the justice, which is the thief?— Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar? Glo. Ay, sir. Lear. And the creature run from the cur? There thou might'st behold the great image of authority: a dog's obeyed in office. Thou rascal beadle, hold thy bloody hand: Why dost thou lash that whore? Strip thine own back : Thou hotly lust'st to use her in that kind For which thou whipp'sther. The usurer hangs the cozener.

(7) Battle-axes. (8) The white mark for archers to aim at. (9) The watch-word. (10) Likeness, manner. (11) Only. (12) Possess. (13) Look asquino.

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