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he begins at curfew, and walks till the first | The grief hath craz'd my wits. What a night's cock; he gives the web and the pin, squints I do beseech your grace,

(this! the eye, and makes the hare-lip; mildews the Lear. O, cry you mercy, white wheat, and hurts the poor creature of Noble philosopher, your company. earth.

Edg. Tom's a-cold. Saint Witholdt footed thrice the woud,

Glo. In, fellow, there, to the hovel, keep

thee warm.
He met the night-mare, and her nine-fold ;
Bid her alight,

Lear. Come, let's in all.
And her troth plight,

Kent. This way, my lord.

Lear. With him; And, aroint thee,ġ witch, aroint thee!

I will keep still with my philosopher. Kent. How fares your grace?

Kent. Good, my lord, sooth him; let him Enter Gloster, with a Torch.

take the fellow.

Glo. Take him you on.
Lear. What's he?
Kent. Who's there? What is't you seek?

Kent. Sirrah, come on; go along with us.

Leur. Come, good Athenian. Glo. What are you there? Your names ?

Glo. No words, no words : Edg. Poor Tom; that eats the swimming Huish. frog, the toad, the tadpole, the wall-newt, and

Edg. Child* Rorcland to the dark tower came, the water ;ll that in the fury of his heart, when

His word was still,-Fie, foh, and fum, the foul fiend rages, eats cow-dung for sallets; I smell the blood of a British man. swallows the old rat, and the ditch-dog; drinks

(Exeunt. the green mantle of the standing pool, who is whipped from tything to tything, and stock- SCENE V.-A Room in GLOSTER's Castle. ed, punished, and imprisoned; who hath had

Enter CORNWALL and EDMUND. three suits to his back, six shirts to his body, horse to ride, and weapon to wear,

Corn. I will have my revenge, ere I depart

his house. But mice, and rats, and such sw.all decr, Have been Tom's food for seven long year.

Edm. How, my lord, I may be censured,

that nature thus gives way to loyalty, someBeware my follower:--Peace, Smolkin ;* thing fears me to think of. peace, thou fiend!

Corn. I now perceive, it was not altogether Glo. What, hath your grace no better com- your brother's evil disposition made him seek pany?

his death ; but a provoking merit, set a-work Edg: The prince of darkness is a gentleman; by a reproveable badness in himself. Modo he's callid, and Mahu.tt

Edm. How malicious is my fortune, that I Glo. Our flesh and blood, my lord, is grown must repent to be just! This is the letter he so vile,

spoke of, which approves him an intelligent That it doth hate what gets it.

party to the advantages of France. O hea. Edg. Poor Tom's a-cold.

vens! that this treason were not, or not I the Glo. Go in with me; my duty cannot suffer detector! To obey in all your daughter's hard commands: Corn. Go with me to the ducbess. Though their injunction be to bar my doors, Edm. If the matter of this paper be certain, And let this tyrannous night take hold upon you have mighty business in hand. you ;

Corn. True, or false, it hath made thee earl Yet have I ventur'd to come seek you out, of Gloster. Seek out where thy father is, that And bring you where both fire and food is he may be ready for our apprehension. rendy.

Edm. (Aside.) If I find him comforting the Lear. First let me talk with this philoso- king, it will stuff his suspicion more fully.-! What is the cause of thunder? (pher:- will persevere in my course of loyalty, though

Kent. Good, my lord, take his offer; the conflict be sore between that and my Go into the house.

blood. Lear. I'll talk a word with this same learn- Corn. I will lay trust upon thee; and thou ed Theban :

shalt find a dearer father in my love. (Eseuri. What is your study? 'Edg. How to prevent the fiend, and to kill

SCENE VI.-A Chamber in a Farm-House, vermin.

adjoining the Castle. Lear. Let me ask you one word in private. Kent. Impórtune him once more to go, my

Enter GLOSTER, LEAR, KENT, Fool, and

EDGAR. His wits begin to unsettle.

[lord, Glo. Canst thou blame him?

Glo. Here is better than the open air : take His daughters seek his death :- Ah, that good it thankfully: I will piece out the comfort Kent!-

(man! with what addition I can: I will not be loog He said it would be thus :-Poor banish'a from you. Thou say'st, the king grows mad; I'll tell Kent. All the power of his wits has given thee, friend,

way to his impatience:—The gods reward your I am almost mad myself: I had a son,

[lise, kindness!

(Exit GLOSTEP Now outlaw'd from my blood; he sought my

Edg. Frateretto calls me ; and tells me, But lately, very late ; I lov'd him, friend,-- Nero is an angler in the lake of darkness. No father his son dearer : true to tell thee, Pray, innocent, and beware the foul fiend.

(Storm continues. Fool. Pr'ythee, nuncle, tell me, whether a

madnian be a gentleman, or a yeoman? # Diseases of the eye.

Leur. A king, a king ! + A Saint said to protect his devotees from the disease called the night mare.

Fool. No; he's a yeoman, that has a gentleWild downs, so called in various parts of England. Avaunt. !!!.e. The water-newt.

* Child is an old term for knight 1 A tything is a division of a county.

+ Addressed to the Fool, who were anciently called ** Name of a spirit

tt Thc chief devil Innocents.

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upon him :

KING LEAR.

868 man to his son: for he's a mad yeoman, that Do de, de de. Sessa. Conie, march to wakes sees his son a gentleman before him.

and fairs, and market towns :-Poor Tom, thy Lear. To have a thousand with red burning horn is dry. Come hissing in upon them :

[spits Lear. Then let them anatomize Regan; see Edg. The foul fiend bites my back.

what breeds about her heart: Is there any cause Fool. He's mad, that trusts in the tameness in nature, that makes these hard hearts ?of a wolf, a horse's health, a boy's love, or a You, Sir, I entertain you for one of my hunwbore's oath.

dred; only, I do not like the fashion of your Lear. It shall be done, I will arraign them garments : you will say, they are Persian straight:

attire; but let them be changed. (To EDGAR. Come, sit thou here, most learned justicer;- Kent. Now, good my lord, lie here, and rest

[To EDGAR. awhile, Thou, sapient Sir, șit here. [To the Fool. )- Lear, Make no noise, make no noise; draw Now, you she foxes!

the curtains: So, so, so : We'll go to supper Edg. Look, where he stands and glares !*- i'the morning : So, so, Wantest thou eyes at trial, madam ?

Fool. And I'll go to bed at noon.
Come o'er the bourn,+ Bessy, to me:
Fool. Her boat hath a leak,

Re-enter GLOSTER.
And she must not speak

Glo. Come hither, friend : Where is the king
Why she dares not come over to thee.

my master? Edg. The foul fiend haunts poor Tom in the Kent. Here, Sir; but trouble him not, his voice of a nightingale. Hopdance cries in Tom's

wits are gone. belly for two white herrings. Croak not, black Glo. Good friend, I pr’ythee take him in thy angel; I have no food for thee.

arms; Kent. How do you, Sir? Stand you not so I have o'er-heard a plot of death amaz'd:

There is a litter ready; lay him in't, Will you lie down and rest upon the cushions? And drive towards Dover, friend, where thou Lear. I'll see their trial first:-Bring in the

shalt meet

(master: evidence.

Both welcome and protection. Take up thy Thou robbed man of justice, take thy place; If thou shouldst dally half an hour, his life,

[TO EDGAR. With thine, and all that offer to defend him, And thou, his yoke-fellow of equity,

Stand in assured loss : Take up, take up;

[To the Fool. And follow me, that will to some provision Bench by bis side:—You are of the commission, Give thee quick conduct. Sit you too.

[To KENT Kent. Oppress'd nature sleeps: (senses, Edg. Let us deal justly.

This rest might yet have balm’d thy broken Sleepest, or wakest thou, jolly shepherd ? Which, if convenience will not allow, Thy sheep be in the corn;

Stand in hard cure.-Come, help to bear thy And for one blust of thy minikin mouth,

master; Thy sheep shall take no harm.

Thou must not stay behind. (To the Fool. Pur! the cat is grey.

Glo. Come, come, away. Lear. Arraign her first; 'tis Goneril. I here (Exeunt Kent, GLOSTER, and the Fool, take my oath before this honourable assembly,

bearing off the King. she kicked the poor king her father.

Edg. When we our betters see bearing our Fool. Come hither, mistress; Is your name

woes, Goneril?

We scarcely think our miseries our foes. Lear. She cannot deny it.

Who alone suffers, suffers most i'the mind; Fool. Cry you mercy, I took you for a joint- Leaving free things, and happy shows, bestool.

hind:

(skip, Lear. And here's another, whose warp'd But then the mind much sufferance doth o'erlooks proclaim

[there! When grief hath mates, and bearing fellowship. What store her heart is made of.-Stop her How light and portable my pain seems now, Arms, arms, sword, fire!-Corruption in the When that, which makes me bend, makes place!

the king bow; False justicer, why hast thou let her 'scape ? He childed, as I father'd !-Tom, away: Edg. Bless thy five wits!

Mark the high noises;* and thyself bewray,t Kent. O pity !-Sir, where is the patience When false opinion, whose wrong thought deThat you so oft have boasted to retain ? (now,

files thee, Edg. My tears begin to take his part so In thy just proof, repeals, and reconciles thee. much,

What will hap more to-night, safe scape the They'll mar my countorfeiting:

[Aside.

king! Lear. The little dogs and all,

Lurk, lurk.

(Exit. Tray, Blanch, and Sweet-heart, see, they bark at me.

SCENE VII.-A Room in GLOSTER's Custle. Edg. Tom will throw his head at them :

Enter CORNWALL, Regan, Gonerit, EDMUND, Avaunt, you curs !

and Serrants. Be thy mouth or black or white, Tooth that poisons if it bite;

Corn. Post speedily to my lord your husMastiff, grey-hound, mongrel grim,

band; show him this letter :--the army of Hound, or spaniel, brach, or lym ;

France is landed :-Seek out the villain ĠlogOr bobtail tike, or trundle-tail;

ter.

(Exeunt some of the Sercants. Tom will make them weep and wail:

Reg. Hang him instantly. For, with throwing, thus my head,

Gon. Pluck out his eyes. Dogs leap the hatch, and all are fled.

Corn. Leave him to my displeasure.-Ed.

mund, keep you our sister company; the reEdgar is speaking in the character of a madman, who thinks he sees the fiend. + Brook or rivulet.

* The great events that are approaching. 1 A bloodhound.

† Betray, discover.

-Good my

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venges we are bound to take upon your trai. Reg. Wherefore to Dover ? torous father, are not fit for your beholding. Glo. Because I would not see thy cruel nails Advise the duke, where you are going, to a Pluck out his poor old eyes; nor thy fierce sismost festinate preparation ; we are bound to In his anointed flesh stick boarish faogs. (ter the like. Our posts shall be swift, and in- The sea, with such a storm as his bare head telligent betwixt us. Farewell, dear sister ;

-In hell-black night endur'd, would have farewell, my lord of Gloster.*

buoy'd up,

[heart,
And quench'd the stelled* tires : yet, poor old
Enter STEWARD.
He holp the heavens to rain.

[time, How now! Where's the king ?

If wolves had at thy gate howld that stern Stew. My lord of Gloster bath convey'd him Thou shouldst have said, Good porter, turn the hence :

key; Some five or six and thirty of his knights, All cruels else subscrib'd:t-But I sball see Hot questristst after him, met him at the gate ; | The winged vengeance overtake such children. Who, with some other of the lord's dependants,

Corn. See it shalt thou never :-Fellows, Are gone with him towards Dover, where

hold the chair: they boast

Upon these eyes of thine I'll set my foot. To have well-armed friends.

[Gloster is held down in the Chair, while Corn. Get horses for your mistress.

CORNWALL plucks out one of his Eyes, and Gon. Farewell, sweet lord, and sister.

sets his foot on it. [Exeunt GONERIL and EDMUND. Glo. He, that will think to live till he be old, Corn. Edmund, farewell.-Go, seek the Give me some help :-0 cruel! () ye gods! traitor Gloster,

Reg. One side will mock another; the other Pinion him like a thief, bring him before us :

too. (Exeunt other Servants. Corn. If you see vengeance, Though well we may not pass upon his life Serv. Hold your hand, my lord : Without the form of justice; yet our power

I have serv'd you ever since I was a child; Shall do a courtesy: to our wrath, which men

But better service have I never dope you,
May blame, but not control. Who's there? Than now to bid you bold,
The traitor ?

Reg. How now, you dog ?

Sero. If you did wear a beard upon your Re-enter SERVANTS, with Gloster.

chin,

(mean? Reg. Ingrateful fox! 'tis he.

I'd shake it on this quarrel: What do you Corn. Bind fast his corky arms.

Corn. My villain! (Draws, and runs at hin. Glo. What mean your graces ?

Serv. Nay, then come on, and take the friends, consider

chance of anger. You are my guests: do me no foul play, friends. [Draws. They fight. CORNWALL is wounded.

Corn. Bind him, I say. [Servants bind him. Reg. Give me thy sword.{To another Serr.) Reg. Hard, hard :-- 0 filthy traitor!

A peasant stand up thus ! Glo. Unmerciful lady as you are, I am none.

(Snatches a Sword, comes behind, and stats Corn. To this chair bind him:-Villain, thou

him. shalt find-. (REGAN plucks his Beard.

Serv. O, I am slain !-My lord, you have Glo. By the kind gods, 'tis most igaobly To see some mischief on him:-0!

one eye left To pluck me by the beard. Idone,

(Dies. Reg. So white, and such a traitor!

Corn. Lest it see more, prevent it:--Out, Glo. Naughty lady,

vile jelly! These hairs, which thou dost ravish from my

Where is thy lustre now! chin,

[host;

(Tears out GLOSTER's other eye, and throes Will quicken, and accuse thee: I am your

it on the ground. With robbers hands, my hospitable favours

Glo. All dark and comfortless.- Where's You should not ruflle thus. What will you do?

my son Edmund ? Corn. Come, Sir, what letters bad you late Edmund, enkindle all the sparks of nature, from France?

To quitt this horrid act. Reg. Be simple-answer’d, for we know the Reg. Out, treacherous villain ! truth.

Thou call'st on him that hates thee: it was be Corn. And what confederacy have you with That made the overtures of thy treasons to us; the traitors

Who is too good to pity thee. Late footed in the kingdom ?

Glo. O my follies! Reg. To whose hands have you sent the lu- Then Edgar was abus'd.natic king?

Kind gods, forgive me that, and prosper bim! Speak.

Reg. Go, thrust him out at gates, and let Glo. I have a letter guessingly set down,

him smell Which came from one that's of a neutral heart, | His way to Dover.--How is't, my lord? Hor And not from one oppos'd.

look you? Corn. Cunning.

Corn. I have receivd a hurt :-Follow me, Rey. And false.

lady.Corn. Where hast thou sent the king ?

Turn out that eyeless villain;-throw this slave Glo. To Dover.

Upon the dungbill.-Regan, I bleed apace: Reg. Wherefore

(peril

Untimely comes this hurt: Give me your arm. To Dover? Wast thou not cbarg'd at thy

[Exit CORNWALL, led by REGAN;-Serrants Corn. Wherefore to Dover Let him first

unbind GLOSTER, and lead him out. answer that.

1 Serv. I'll never care what wickedness I do, Glo. I am tied to the stake, and I must If this man comes to good. stand the course.

2 Sero. If she live long, * Meaning Edmund invested with his father's title.

Started. + Inquirers. : Bend tour wrath.

+ Yielded, submitted to the necessity of the occasion Deceitful.

{
Laid open.

A lire
& Features.

1 Requite.

my sake,

And, in the end, meet the old course of death, | Ang’ring itself and others. [Aside.)—Bless Women will all turn monsters.

thee, master! 1 Serv. Let's follow the old earl, and get the

Glo. Is that the naked fellow?
Bedlam*

Old Man. Ay, my lord.
To lead him where he would; his roguish mad- Glo. Then, pr’ythee, get thee gone: If, for
Allows itself to any thing:

(ness 2 Serv. Go thou; I'll fetch some flax, and Thou wilt o'ertake us, hence a mile or twain, whites of eggs,

I'the way to Dover, do it for ancient love; To apply to his bleeding face. Now, heaven And bring some covering for tbis naked soul, help him! [Exeunt severally. / Whom I'll entreat to lead me.

Old Man. Alack, Sir, he's mad.
ACT IV.

Glo. "Tis the time's plague, when madmen
SCENE I.-The Heath.

lead the blind. Enter EDGAR.

Do as I bid thee, or rather do thy pleasure;

Above the rest be gone. Edg. Yet better thus, and known to be con- Old Man. I'll bring him the best 'parel that temn'd,

I have,
Than still contemn'd and flatter'd. To be Come on't what will.

[Erit. worst,

(tune, Glo. Sirrah, naked fellow, The lowest, and most dejected thing of for- Edg. Poor Tom's a-cold-I cannot daub* it Stands still in esperance, & lives not in fear :

further.

(Aside. The lamentable change is from the best; Glo. Come hither, fellow. The worst returns to laughter. Welcome then, Edg. [Aside.) And yet I must.-Bless thy Thou unsubstantial air, that I embrace !

sweet eyes, they bleed. The wretch, that thou hast blowo unto the Glo. Know'st thou the way to Dover? worst,

Edg. Both stile and gate, horse-way, and Owes nothing to thy blasts.—But who comes foot-path. Poor Tom hath been scared out of here?

his good wits : Bless the good man from the Enter Gloster, led by an Old Man.

foul fiend! (Five fiends have been in poor Tom

at once; of lust, as Obidicut; Hobbididance, My father, poorly led ?-World, world, O prince of dumbness; Mahu, of stealing ; Modo, world!

of murder; and Flibbertigibbet, of mopping But that thy strange mutationsý make us hate and mowing; who since possesses chamberLife would not yield to age.

(thee, maids and waiting-women. So, bless thee, Old Man. O my good lord, I have been your master!) tenant, and your father's tepant, these four- Glo. Here, take this purse, thou whom the score years.

heaven's plagues

[ed, Glo. Away, get thee away; good friend, be Have humbled to all strokes: that I am wretchThy comforts can do me no good at all, (gone: Makes thee the happier :--Heavens, deal so Thee they may hurt.

still! Old Man. Álack, Sir, you cannot see your Let the superfluous, and lust-dieted man, way.

That slaves your ordinance,t that will not see Glo. I have no way, and therefore want no Because he doth not feel, feel your power eyes;

quickly; I stumbled when I saw: Full oft 'tis seen,

So distribution should undo excess, [Dover? Our mean secures us; and our mere defects And each man have enough.-Dost thou know Prove our commodities.-Ah, dear son Edgar, Edg. Ay, master, The food of thy abused father's wrath!

Glo. There is a cliff, whose high and bendMight I but live to see thee in my touch,

ing head I'd say, I had eyes again!

Looks fearfully in the coufined deep: Old Man. How now? Who's there?

Bring me but to the very brim of it, Edg. (Aside.) O gods! Who is't can say, 1 And I'll repair the misery thou dost bear, am ut the worst?

With something rich above me: from that place I am worse than e'er I was.

I shall no leading need. Old Man. Tis poor mad Tom.

Edg. Give me thy arm;
Edg. (Aside.] And worse I may be yet: Poor Tom shall lead thee. (Exeunt.

The worst is not,
So long as we can say, This is the worst.

SCENE II.--Before the Duke of ALBANY'S Old Man. Fellow, where goest?

Palace. . Glo. Is it a beggar-man?

Enter Goneril und EDMUND; STEWARD meet. Old Man. Madman and beggar too.

ing them. Glo. He has some reason, else he could not beg.

Gon. Welcome, my lord: I marvel, our mild I’the last night's storm I such a fellow saw;

husband Which made me think a man a worm : My son

Not met us on the way :-Now, where's your Came then into my mind; and yet my mind

master? Was then scarce friends with him: I have Stew. Madam, withio ; but never man so heard more since:

chang'd: As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods;

I told him of the army that was landed; They kill us for their sport.

He smil'd at it: I told him, you were coming; Edg. How should this be?

His answer was, The worse: of Gloster's Bad is the trade must play the fool to sorrow,

treachery,

And of the loyal service of his son, * Madman. + I. e. It is better to be thus contemned and know it,

* Disguise. than to be flattered by those who secretly contemn us. +1.e. To make it rubject to us, instead of acting in obeI In hope. Changes.

dience to it.

the way,

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When I inform'd him, then he call’d me sot;,

Gon. O vain fool ! And told me, I had turn'd the wrong side Alb. Thou changed and self-cover'd thing, out:

(to him;

for shame What most he should dislike, seems pleasant Be-monster not thy feature. Were it my fitness What like, offensive.

To let these hands obey my blood," Gon. Theu shall you go no further.

They are apt enough to dislocate and tear

[To EDMUND. Thy flesh and bones:-Howe'er thou art a fiend. It is the cowish terror of his spirit, (wrongs, A woman's shape doth shield thee. That dares not undertake: he'll not feel Gon. Marry, your manhood now! Which tie him to an answer: Our wishes, on

(brother;

Enter a MESSENGER. May prove effects.* Back, Edmund, to my Alb. What news? Hasten his musters, and conduct his powers: Mess. O, my good lord, the duke of CornI must change arms at home, and give the

wall's dead;
distaff

Slain by his servant, going to put out
Into my husband's hands. This trusty servant The other eye of Gloster.
Shall pass between us: ere long you are like Alb. Gloster's eyes !
to hear,

Mess. A servant that he bred, thrill'd with If you dare venture in your own behalf,

remorse, A mistress' command. Wear this; spare Oppos’d against the act, bending his sword speech;

(Giving a Farour. To his great master; who, thereat enrag'd, Decline your head: this kiss, if it durst speak, Flew on him, and amongst them fell’d him Would stretch thy spirits up into the air;

dead:

(since Conceive, and fare thee well.

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

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

Alb. This shows you are above,

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

Lost he his other eye! Usurps my bed.

Mess. Both, both, my lord. Stew. Madam, here comes my lord.

This letter, madam, craves a speedy answer; [Exit STEWARD. 'Tis from your sister. Enter ALBANY.

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. () Goneril!

(wind Upon my hateful lite : Another way, You are not worth the dust wbich the rude The news is not so tart.-I'll read and answer. Blows in your face.-I fear your disposition : That nature, which contemns its origin,

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

his eyes? She that herself will slivert and disbranch

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

Alb. He is not here. And come to deadly use.

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

again. Alb. Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem Alb. Knows he the wickedness? vile:

[done? Filths savour but themselves. What have you

Mess. Ay, my good lord ; 'twas he inform'd againsi hii;

ishment Tigers, not daughters, what have you per- And quit the house on purpose, that their pubform'd ?

Might have the freer course. A father, and a gracious aged man, [lick,

Alb. Gloster, I live

(king, Whose reverence the head-lugg’d bear would to thank thee for the love thou show'dst the Most barbarous, most degenerate! have you And to revenge thine eyes.-Come bither, madded.

friend; Could my good brother suffer you to do it?

Tell me what more thou knowest. [Ereunt. A man, a prince, by him so benefited ? If that the heavens do not their visible spirits SCENE III.- The French Camp near Doret. Send quickly down to tame these vile offences,

Enter KENT, and a GENTLEMAN. Humanity must perforce prey on itself,

Kent. Why the king of France is so suddenly Like monsters of the deep. Gon. Milk-liver'd man!

(wrongs;

gone back know you the reason? That bear'st a cheek for blows, a head for

Gent. Something he left imperfect in the Who hast not in thy brows an eye discerning

state, Thine honour from thy suffering; that not Imports to the kingdom so much fear aed dan

Which since his coming forth know'st, Fools do those villains pity, who are punisha That his personal return was most requir’d, Ere they have done their mischief. Where's

And necessary. thy drum ?

sland;

Kent. Who hath he left behind him general! France spreads his banners in our noiseless With plumed helm thy slayer begins threats;

Gent. The Mareschal of France, Monsieur

le Fer. Whilst thou, a moral tool, sits't still, and cry'st,

Kent. Did your letters pierce the queen to Alack! why does he so? Alb. See thyself, devil!

any demonstration of griet? Proper deforinity seems not in the fiend

Gent. Ay, Sir; she took them, read them in So horrid, as in woman.

my presence;

And now and then an ample tear trillid duu a • 1. e. Our wishes on the road may be completod. + Worth calling for.

(Erit.

'Twill come,

(which thought of;

Tear off.

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