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my master ?

Kent. O pity !-Sir, where is the patience now, SCENE VII. A ROOM IN GLOSTER'S CASTLE, That you so oft have boasted to retain ?

Enter Cornwall, Regan, Goneril, Edmund, and Edg. My tears begin to take his part so much.

Servants. They'll mar my counterfeiting.

[aside. Corn. Post speedily to my lord, your husband; Lear. The little dogs and all,

[me. show him this letter :—the army of France is Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart, see, they bark at landed. Seek out the villain, Gloster. Edg. Tom will throw bis head at them :

[ereunt some of the Servants. avaunt, you curs !

Reg. Hang him instantly.
Be thy mouth or black or white,

Gon. Pluck out his eyes.
Tooth that poisons, if it bite;

Corn. Leave him to my displeasure.—Edmund,
Mastiff, greyhound, mongrel grim,
Hound, or spaniel, brach, or lym;

keep you our sister company; the revenges we Or bobtail tike, or trundle-tail;

are bound to take upon your traitorous father, Tom will make them weep and wail For with throwing thus my head,

are not fit for your beholding Advise the duke, Dogs leap the hatch, and all are tied

where you are going, to a most festinate preparaDo de, de de, Sessa. Come, march to wakes and tion; we are bound to the like. Our posts shall fairs, and market towns :-poor Tom, thy horu be swift, and intelligent betwixt us. Farewell, is dry.

dear sister :-farewell, my lord of Gloster. Lear. Then let them anatomize Regan; see

Enter Steward. what breeds about her heart: is there any cause How now? Where's the king ? in nature, that makes these bard hearts ?—You, Stew. My lord of Gloster hath conveyed him sir, I entertain you for one of my hundred : only Some five or six and thirty of his knights, [bence: I do not like the fashion of your garments : you | Hot questrists after him, met him at gate ; will say, they are Persian attire: but let them Who, with some other of the lord's dependants, be changed.

[to Edgar. | Are gone with him towards Dover ; where they Kent. Now, good my lord, lie here, and rest | To have well-armed friends.

[boust awhile.

Corn. Get horses for your mistress. Lear. Make no noise, make no noise ; draw Gon. Farewell, sweet lord, and sister. the curtains : so, so, 80; we'll go to supper i'the

[exeunt Goneril and Edmund. morning: so, so, 80.

Corn. Edmund, farewell.-Go, seek the traitor Fool. And I'll go to bed at noon.

Pie-enter Gloster.

Pinion him like a thief, bring him before us. Glo: Come hither, friend : where is the king

[ereunt other Servants. [are gone. Though well we may not pass upon his life Kent. Here, sir ; but trouble him not, his wits Without the form of justice; yet our power

Glo. Good friend, I pr’ythee take him in thy Shall do a courtesy to our wrath, which men I have o'erheard a plot of death upon him: (arms; May blame, but not control. Who's there ? the There is a litter ready ; lay him in't,

traitor ? And drive toward Dover, friend, where thou

Re-Enter Servants with Gloster. shalt meet

[master : Reg. Ingrateful fox! 'tis he. Both welcome and protection. Take up thy Corn. Bind fast his corky arms. [friends,consider If thou should'st dally half an bour, his life, Glo. What means your grace ?—Good, my With thine, and all that offer to defend him, You are my guests: do me no foul play, friends. Stand in assured loss. Take up, take up;

Corn. Bind him, I say.

[Servants bind hin. And follow me, that will to some provision

Reg. Hard, hard ;--O filthy traitor ! Give thee quick conduct.

Glo. Unmerciful lady, as you are, I am none, Kent. Oppress'd nature sleeps :

Corn. To this chair bind him :-villain, thou This rest might yet have balm'd thy broken senses,

sbalt find 3 [Regan plucks his beard. Which, if convenience will not allow, [master; Glo. By the kind gods, 'tis most ignobly done Stand in hard cure.-Come, help to bear thy To pluck me by the beard. Thou must not stay behind. [to the Fool.

Reg. So white, and such a traitor! Glo. Come, come, away.

Glo. Naughty lady, (ex. Kent, Gloster, and the Fool, bearing the King. These hairs, which thou dost ravish from my chin

Edg. When we our betters see bearing our Will quicken, and accuse thee: I am your host , We scarcely think our miseries our foes, (wocs, | With robbers' hands, my hospitable favours Who alone suffers, suffers most i'the mind;

You should not ruffle thus. What will you dot Leaving free things, and happy shows, behind : Corn. Come, sir, what letters had you late from But then the mind much sufferance doth o'erskip,

France ? When grief hath mates, and bearing fellowship. Reg. Be simple-answer'd, for we know the truth. How light and portable my pain seems now, Corn. And what confederacy have you with When that, which makes me bend, makes the king Late footed in the kingdom? (the traitors, He childed, as I father'd !-- Tom, away ; (bow; Reg. To whose hands have you sent the lunatio Mark the high poises; and thyself bewray, (thee, king? Speak. When false opinion, whose wrong thought defiles Glo. I have a letter guessingly set down, In thy just proof, repeals, and reconciles thee. Which came from one that's of a neutral heart, What will more hap to-night, safe 'scape the king! And not from one oppos’d. Lurk, lurk.


Corn. Cunning

eye left

Reg. And false.

Reg. Give me thy sword.-[to another Sero.] Corn. Where hast thon scut the king?

A peasant stand up thus ! Glo. To Dover

(snatches a sword, comes behind, and stabs hisce Reg. Wherefore

Serv. O, I am slaiu !-My lord, you have one To Dover? Wast thou not charged at thy peril

Corn. Wherefore to Dover ? Let him first To see some mischief on him :-0! [dia. answer that.

.(the course. Corn. Lest it see more, prevent it:-out, vílejally! Glo. I am tied to the stake, and I must stand Where is thy lustre now? (tears out Gloster's Reg. Wherefore to Dover ?

other eye, and throws it on the ground. Glo. Because I would not see thy cruel nails Glo. All dark and comfortless.- Where's my Pluck out his poor old eyes ; nor thy fierce sister

son Edmund ? In his anointed flesh stick boarish fangs.

Edmund, enkindle all the sparks of nature, The sea, with such a storm as his bare head

To quit this horrid act. In hell-black night endur'd, would have buoy'd up, Reg. Out, treacherous villain ! And quench'd the stelled fires, yet, poor old heart, Thou call'st on him that hates thee: it was be Hc holp the heavens to rain.

That made the overture of thy treasons to us; If wolves had at thy gate howl'd that stern time, Who is too good to pity thee. Thou should'st have said, ' good porter, turn the Glo. O my follies ! key;'

Then Edgar was abus'd. All cruels else subscrib'd:--but I shall see Kind gods, forgive me that, and prosper him! The winged vengeance overtake such children. Reg. Go, thrust him out at gates, and let him Corn. Sec it, shalt thou never :—fellows, hold


[look you? the chair. His way to Dover. How is't, my lord ?

How Upon these eyes of thine I'll set my foot.

Corn. I have receiv'd a hurt :- follow me, [Gloster is held down in his chair, while Cornwall lady.-plucks out one of his eyes, and sets his foot on it. Turn out that eyeless villain ; throw this slave

Glo. He, that will think to live till he be old, Upon the dunghill.- Regan, I bleed apace : Give me some help :-O cruel ! O ye gods ! Untimely comes this hurt: give me your arm.

Reg. One side will mock another; the other [erit Cornwall, led by Regan.-Servants unbind Corn. If you see vengeance,


Gloster, and lead him out. Serv. Hold your hand, my lord :

I Serv. I'll never care what wickedness I do, I have serv'd you ever since I was a child; If this man come to good. But better service bave I never done you,

2 Serv. If she live long, Than now to bid you hold.

And, in the end, meet the old course of death, Reg. How now, you dog?

Women will all turn monsters.

[Bedlam Sery. If you did wear a beard upon your chin, 1 Serv. Let's follow the old earl, and get the I'd shake it on this quarrel: what do you mean? To lead him where he would ; his roguish madness

Corn. My villain ! [draws, and runs at him. Allows itself to any thing.
Serv. Nay, then come on, and take the chance 2 Serv. Go thou; I'll fetch some flax, and whites

To apply to his bleeding face. Now, heaven help [Draws. They fight. Cornwall is wounded. him!

(exeunt severaly.

(of eggs

of anger.




Old M. Alack, sir, you cannot see your waya Enter Edgar.

Glo. I have no way, and therefore want no eyes; Edg. Yet better thus, and known to be con- I stumbled when I saw: Full oft 'tis seen, temn'd,

Our mean secures us; and our mere defects
Than still contemn'd and flatter'd. To be worst, Prove our commodities.—Ah, dear son Edgar,
The lowest, and most dejected thing of fortune, The food of thy abused father's wrath!
Stands still in esperance, lives not in fear: Might I but live to see thee in my touch,
The lamentable change is from the best;

I'd say, I had eyes again!
The worst returns to laughter. Welcome then, Old M. How now? Who's there?
Thou unsubstantial air, that I embrace !

Edg. [aside] O gods! Who is't can say, ' [ am
The wretch, that thou hast blown unto the worst, I am worse than e'er I was. (at the worst?
Owes nothing to thy blasts. But who comes Old M. 'Tis poor mad Tom.

Edg. [aside] And worse I may be yet: The
Enter Gloster, led by an old Man.

worst is not,
My father, poorly led ? — World, world, O world! So long as we can say, this is the worst.
But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee, Old M. Fellow, where goest ?
Life would not yield to age.

Glo. Is it a beggar-man? Old M. O my good lord, I have been your ten- Old M. Madman and beggar too. ant, and your father's tenant, these fourscore years. Glo. He has some reason, else he could not beg.

Gl. Away, get thee away; good friend, begone: I'the last night's storm I such a fellow saw; Thy comforts can do me no good at all,

Which made me think a man a worm: My son Tb.co they may burto

Came then into my mind; and yet my mind

Was then scarce friends with him: I have heard And told me, I had turn'd the wrong side out:more since:

What most he should dislike, seems pleasant to As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods;

What like, offensive,

[him; They kill us for their sport.

Gon. Then shall you go no further. [to Edmundo Edg. How should this be?-

It is the cowish terror of his spirit, Bad is the trade must play the fool to sorrow,

That dares not undertake: he'll not feel wrongs, Ang'ring itself and others. [aside] Bless thee, Which tie him to an answer : Our wishes, on the (Ho. Is that the naked fellow ? [master!


[brother; Old M. Ay, my lord.

[sake, May prove effects. Back, Edmund, to my Glo. Then, priythee, get thee gono: If, for my Hasten his musters, and conduct his powers : Thou wilt o'ertake us, hence mile or twain, I must change arms at home, and give the distaff l'the way to Dover, do it for antient love ; Into my busband's hands. This trusty servant And bring some covering for this naked soul, Shall pass ketween us: erc long you are like to bear, Whom I'll entreat to lead me.

If you dare venture in your own behalf, Old M. Alack, sir, he's mad. (the blind: A mistress's command. Wear this; spare speech ; Glo. 'Tis the times' plague, when madmen lead

[giving a favour. Do as I bid thee, or rather do thy pleasure ; Decline your head: this kiss, if it durst speak, Above the rest, be gone.

Would stretch thy spirits up into the air ;-
Old M. I'll bring him the best 'parel that I have, Conceive, and fare thee well.
Come on't what will.


Edm. Your's in the ranks of death. Glo. Sirrah, naked fellow!

Gon. My most dear Gloster! (erit Edmund. Edg. Poor Tom's a-cold, I cannot daub it 0, the difference of man, and man ! To theo further.

[aside. A woman's services are due; my fool Glo. Come hitber, fellow.

Usurps my bed. Edg. [aside) And yet I must.-—Bless thy sweet Stew. Madam, here comes my lord. eyes, they bleed.

[ezit Steward. Glo. Know'st thou the way to Dover ?

Enter Albany. Edg. Both stile and gate, horse-way and foot- Gon. I have been worth the whistle. path. Poor Tom hath been scared out of his Alb. O Goneril! good wits : Bless the good man from the foul You are not worth the dust which the rude wind fiend! Five fiends have been in poor Tom at Blows in your face. I fear your disposition : once ; of lust, as Obidicut; Hobbididance, prince That nature, which contemns its origin, of dumbness; Mahu, of stealing; Modo, of mur- Cannot be border'd certain in itself; der; and Flibbertigibbet, of mopping and mow- She that herself will silver and disbranch jag; who since possesses chamber-maids and wait from her material sap, perforce must wither, ing-women. So, bless thce, master!

And come to deadly use. Glo. Here, take this purse, thou whom the Gon. No more; the text is foolish. heaven's plagues

Alb. Wisdom and goodness to the vile scem Have humbled to all strokes: that I am wretched,


[done? Makes thee the happier :- Heavens, deal so still! Filths savour but themselves.

What have you Let the superfluous, and lust-dietedman,

Tigers, not daughters, what have you perform'd ? That slaves your ordinance, that will not sce A father, and a gracious aged man, Because he doth not feel, feel your power quickly; Whose reverence the head-lugg'd bear would lick; So distribution should undo excess,

Most barbarous, most degenerate! bave you And each man lave enough,- Dost thou know

madded. Edg. Ay, master.

[Dover? Could my good brother suffer you to do it? Glo. There is a cliff," whose high and bending A man, a prince, by him so benefited ? Looks fearfully in the confined deep: [head If that the heavens do not their visible spirits Bring me but to the very brim of it,

Send quickly down to tame these vile offences, And I'll repair the misery thou dost bear,

'Twill come, With something rich about me: from that place Humanity must perforce prey on itself, I shall no leading need.

Like monsters of the decp. Edg. Give me thy arm;

Gon. Milk-liver'd man ! Poor Tom shall lead thee.

(exeunt. That bear'st a cheek for blows, a head for wrongs; S'ENE 11. BEFORE THE DUKE OF ALBANY'S PALACE. Who hast not in thy brows an eye discerning Enter Goneril and Edmund; Steward meeting them. Thine honour from thy suffering; that not know'st, Gon. Welcome, my

rd: I marvel, our miid | Fools do those villains pity, who are punish'd husband

(master? Ere they have done their mischief. Where's thy Not met us on the way :-Now, where's your

drum? Stcu. Madam, within; but never man France spreads his banners in our noiseless land; chang'd:

With plumed helm thy slayev begins threats ; I told him of the army that was landed;

Whilst thou, a moral fool, sit'st still, and cry'st, He smil'd at it; I told him, you were coming; Alack / why does he so? His answer was, The worse: of Gloster's treachery, Alb. See thyself, devil! And of the loyal service of his son,

Proper deformity seems not in the fiend When I inform'd him, then he call'd me sot; So horrid, as in wcman.


Gon. O vain fool!

Over her passion ; who, most rebel-like, All. 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 strov To let these hands obey iny blood,

Who should express her goudliest. You have seen They are apt enough to dislocate aud 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 Enter a Messenger.


(sorrow Alb. What news?

[dead; As pearls from diamonds" dropp'd. --In brief, Mess. O, my good lord, the duke of Cornwall's Would be a rarity most belov'd, if all Slain by his servant, going to put out

Could so become it. The other eye of Gloster.

Kent. Made she no verbal question? Alb. Gloster's eyes !

(morse, Gent. 'Faith, once, or twice, she heard the Mess. A servant that he bred, thrill) with re- name of father Oppos'd against the act, bending his sword Pantingly forth, as if it press'd her heart; To his great master; who, thereat enray'd, Cried, Sisters / sisters!--Shame of ladies ! sisters! Fiew on him, and amongst them felld him dead: Kent ! father / sisters! What ?_ithe storm ? ithe But not without that harmful stroke, which since Let pity not be believ'd!—There she shook (night? Hath pluck'd him after.

The holy water from her heavenly eyes, A 16. This shows you are above,

And clamour moisten’d: then away she started You justicers, that these our nether crimes

To deal with grief alone. So speedily can venge!-But, O poor Gloster! Kent. It is the stars, Lost he his other eye ?

The stars above us, govern our conditions ; Mess. Both, both, my lord.

Else one self mate and mate could not beget This letter, madam, craves a speedy answer; Such different issues. You spoke not with her 'Tis from your sister.

Gent. No.

(since? Gon. [aside) One way I like this well ;

Kent. Was this before the king return'a ? But being widow, and my Gloster with her,

Gent. No, since.

[town: May all the building in my fancy pluck

Kent. Well, sir; the poor distress'd Lear is i'the Upon my hateful life: Another way,

Who sometime, in his better tune, remembers The news is not so tart. -I'll read, and answer.

What we are come about, and by no means

[exit. Will yield to see his daughter. Alb. Where was his son, when they did take Gent. Why, good sir? Mess. Come with my lady hither. [his eyes ? Kent. A sovereign shame so elbows him: his Alb. He is not here.

own unkindness, Mess. No, my good lord; I met him back again. That stripp'd her from his benediction, turn'd her Alb. Knows he the wickedness?

To foreign casualties, gave her dear rights Mess. Ay, my good lord; 'twas he inform’d To his dog-hearted daughters,—these things sting against him ;

[ment His mind so venomously, that burning shame And quit the house on purpose, that their punish- Detains him from Cordelia. Might have the freer course.

Gent. Alack, poor gentleman ! [heard not ? Alb. Gloster, I live

Kent. Of Albany's and Cornwall's powers you To thank thee for the love thou show'dst the king, Gent. 'Tis so; they are afoot. And to revenge thine eyes.- Come hither, friend; Kent. Well, sir, I'll bring you to our master Lear, Tell me what more thou knowest.

[exeunt. And leave you to attend him: some dear cause THE FRENCH CAMP, NEAR DOVER.

Will in concealment wrap me up awhile;
Enter Kent and a Gentleman.

When I am known aright, you shall not grieve Kent. Why the king of France is so suddenly Lending me this acquaintance. I pray you, go gone back, know you the reason?

Along with me.

[ereunt, Gent. Something he lest imperfect in the state, Which, since his coming forth, is thought of; Enter Cordelia, Physician, and Soldiers. which

Cor. Alack, 'tis he; why, he was met even now Imports to the kingdom so inuch fear and danger, As mad as the vex'd sea : singing aloud; That his personal return was most requir’d, Crown'd with rank fumiter, and furtow weeds, And necessary

With harlocks, hemlocks, nettles, cuckoo-lowers, Kent. Who hath he left behind him general? Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow Gent. The Mareschal of France, Monsieur le In our sustaining corp.- - A century send forth; Fer.

Search every acre in the high-grown field, Kent. Did your letters pierce the queen to auy 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 in the restoring his bereaved sense ? my presence ;

He, that helps him, take all my outward worth And now and then an ample tear trill'd down Phys. There is means, madam: Her delicate cheek; it seem'd, she was a queen Our foster-nurse of nature is reposo,



The which he lacks; that to provoke in him,

Stew. 'Would I could meet him, madam! I Are many simples operative, whose power What party I do follow.

[would shoir Will close the eye of anguish,

Reg. Fare thee well.

[esreunt. Cor. All bless'd secrets,

SCENE VI. THE COUNTRY NEAR DOVER. All you unpublish'd virtues of the earth, Enter Gloster; and Edgar, dressed like a Peasant. Spring with my tears ! be aidant, and remediate, Glos. When shall we come to the top of that In the good man's distress ;-Seek, seek for him ;

same bill?

[labour. Lest his ungovern'd rage dissolve the life

Edg. You do climb up it now: look, how we That wants the means to lead it.

Glo. Methinks, the ground is even.
Enter a Messenger.

Edg. Horrible steep :
Mess. Madam, news :

Hark, do you hear the sea ? The British powers are marching hitherward. Glo. No, truly.

Cor. 'Tis known before; our preparation stands Edg. Why, then your other senses grow im In expectation of them.- dear father,

By your eyes' anguish.

[perfect It is thy business that I go about;

Glo. So may it be, indeed : Therefore great France

Methinks, thy voice is alter'd; and thou speak'st My mourning, and important tears, hath pitied. In better phrase, and matter, than thou did'st. No blown ambition doth our arms incite,

Edg. You are much deceiv'd; in nothing am I But love, dear love, and our ag'd father's right: But in my garments.

(chang'd, Soon may I hear, and see im!

[exeunt. Glo. Methinks, you are better spoken. SCENE V. A ROOM IN GLOSTER'S CASTLE.

Edg. Come on, sir; here's the place ;—stand Enter Regan and Steward.

still. ---How fearful Reg. But are my brother's powers set forth ? And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low! (air, Stew. Ay, madam.

The crows, and choughs, that wing the midway Reg. Himself,

Show scarce so gross as beetles : half way down, In person there?

Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade ! Stew. Madam, with much ado:

Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head : Your sister is the better soldier. [at home? | The fishermen, that walk upon the beach,

Rey, Lord Edmund spake not with your lord Appear like mice; and yon tall anchoring bark, Stew. No, madam.

[him ? Diminish'd to her cock; ber cock, a buoy Reg. What might import my sister's letter to Almost too small for sight: The murmuring surge, Stew. I now not, lady.

[ter. That on the unnumber'd idle pebbles chafes, Reg. 'Faith, he is posted bence on serious mat- Cannot be heard so bigh:-- I'll look no more; It was great ignorance, Gloster's eyes being out, Lest my brain turn, and the deficient sight To let him live; where he arrives, he moves Topple down headlong. All hearts against us: Edmund, I think, is gone,

Glo. Set me where you stand

[a foot In pity of his misery, to despatch

Edg. Give me your hand : You are now within His nighted life; moreover, to descry

Of the extreme verge : for all beneath the moon The strength o' the enemy.

[my letter. Would I not leap upright. Stew. I must needs after him, madam, with Glo. Let go my hand. Reg. Our troops set forth to-morrow; stay Here, friend, is another purse; in it, a jewel The ways are dangerous.

(with us;

Well worth a poor man's taking: Fairies, and Stew. I may not, madam ;

Prosper it with thee! Go thou farther off ; (gods, My lady charg'd my duty in this business. Bid me fare well, and let me hcar thee going. Rey. Why should she write to Edmund? Might Edg. Now fare you well, good sir. (seems to yo.

Glo. With all my heart. Transport her purposes by word ? Belike,

Edg. Why I do trifle thus with his despair, Something-I know not what:-I'll love thee Is done to cure it. Let me unseal the letter.

[much, Glo. O you mighty gods! Stew. Mladam, I had rather

[band; This world I do renounce; and, in your sights, Reg. I know, your lady does not love her hus- Shake patiently my great afiliction off: I am sure of that: and, at her late being here, If I could bear it longer, and not fall She gave strange æiliads, and most speaking looks To quarrel with your great opposeless wills, Io noble Edmund: I kuow, you are of her bosom. My snuff, and loathed part of nature, should Stew. I, madam ?

[know it: Burn itself out. If Edgar live, 0, bless him! Rey. I speak in understanding; you are, 1 Now, fellow, fare thee well. Therefore, I do advise you, take this note :

[he leaps, and falls along. My lord is dead; Edmund and I have talk'd ; Edg. Gone, sir; Farewell.And more convenient is he for my hand,

And yet I know not how conceit may rob Than for your lady's—You may gather more. The treasury of life, when life itself [thought, If you do find him, pray you, give him this; Yields to the theft: Had be been where he And when your mistress hears thus much from By this, had thought been past. — Alive, or dead? I pray, desire her call her wisdom to her. [you, Ho, you sir ! friend !--Hear you, sir ?—speak! So, fare you well.

Thus might be pass indeed :-Yet he revives; If you do chance to hear of that blind traitor, What are you, sir? Prefermeut falls on him that cuts bim off.

Glo. Away, and let me die.

not you

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