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When that which makes me bend, makes the king bow;
To Dover? Wast thou not charged at thy peru Corn. Wherefore to Dover? Let him first answer that.
Glo. I am tied to the stake, and I must stand the
He childed, as I father'd!-Tom, away:
In thy just proof, repeals, and reconciles thee.
SCENE VII-A Room in Gloster's Castle. Enter CORNWALL, REGAN, GONERIL, EDMUND, and Servants.
Corn. Post speedily to my lord, your husband; show him this letter:-the army of France is landed.
Seek out the villain Gloster.
[Exeunt some of the Servants.
Enter Steward. How now? Where's the king?
Stew. My lord of Gloster hath convey'd him
Some five or six and thirty of his knights,
Get horses for your mistress.
Reg. Hang him instantly.
Corn. Leave him to my displeasure.-Edmund, Upon these eyes of thine I'll set my foot.
keep you our sister company; the revenges we are bound to take upon your traitorous father are not fit for your beholding. Advise the duke, where you are going, to a most festinate preparation: we are bound to the like. Our posts shall be swift, and intelligent betwixt us. Farewell, dear sister;farewell, my lord of Gloster.6
Pinion him like a thief, bring him before us:
Re-enter Servants, with GLOster.
Reg. So white, and such a traitor!
Reg. Wherefore to Dover?
Glo. Because I would not see thy cruel nails Pluck out his poor old eyes; nor thy fierce sister In his anointed flesh stick boarish fangs.
The sea, with such a storm as his bare head
He holp the heavens to rain.
If wolves had at thy gate howl'd that stern time,
Glo. I have a letter guessingly set down, Which came from one that's of a neutral heart,
And not from one oppos'd.
The great events that are approaching.
[GLOSTER is held down in his 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 me some help:-O cruel! O ye gods!
Reg. One side will mock another; the other too.
Corn. If you see vengeance,
Hold your hand, my lord:
Reg. 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. They fight. CORNWALL is wounded, Reg. Give me thy sword.-[To another Servant. A peasant stand up thus!
Snatches a sword, comes behind, and stabs him. Serv. O, I am slain!-My lord, you have one eye left
To see some mischief on him:-0!
Where is thy lustre now?
[Tears out GLOSTER'S other Eye, and throws it on
Glo. All dark and comfortless.-Where's my son
Edmund, enkindle all the sparks of nature,
O my follies!
Then Edgar was abused.-
Corn. I have received a hurt:-Follow me,
Turn out that eyeless villain; throw this slave
[Exit CORNWALL, led by REGAN;-Servants
Reg. Be simple-answer'd, for we know the truth.
2 Serv. If she live long, And, in the end, meet the old course of death, Reg. To whose hands have you sent the lunatic Women will all turn monsters. king?
1 Serv. Let's follow the old earl, and get the
2 Serv. Go thou; I'll fetch some flax, and whites
Now, heaven help
4 Yielded, submitted to the necessity of the occasion.
SCENE I.-The Heath.
Edg. Yet better thus, and known to be contemn'd, Than still contemn'd and flatter'd. To be worst, The lowest and most dejected thing of fortune, Stands still in esperance, lives not in fear: The lamentable change is from the best; The worst returns to laughter. Welcome, then, Thou unsubstantial air, that I embrace! The wretch, that thou hast blown unto the worst, Owes nothing to thy blasts.-But who comes here? Enter GLOSTER, led by an Old Man. My father, poorly led?-World, world, O world! But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee, Life would not yield to age.
Old Man. O my good lord, I have been your tenant and your father's tenant, these fourscore years. Glo. Away, get thee away; good friend, begone: Thy comforts can do me no good at all, Thee they may hurt.
So long as we can say, This is the worst.
Old Man. Fellow, where goest?
Old Man. Alack, sir, you cannot see your way. Glo. I have no way, and therefore want no eyes; I stumbled when I saw: Full oft 'tis seen, Our mean secures us; and our mere defects Prove our commodities.-Ah, dear son Edgar, The food of thy abused father's wrath! Might I but live to see thee in my touch, I'd say, I had my eyes again!
How now? Who's there? Edg. [Aside.] O gods! Who is't can say, I am at
I am worse than e'er I was.
'Tis poor mad Tom. Edg. [Aside.] And worse I may be yet: The
worst is not,
Glo. Is it a beggar-man ? Old Man. Madman and beggar too. Glo. He has some reason, else he could not beg. I' the last night's storm I such a fellow saw; Which made me think a man a worm: My son Came then into my mind; and yet my mind Was then scarce friends with him: I have heard
As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods;
Glo. Is that the naked fellow?
Ay, my lord.
Glo. Then, pr'ythee, get thee gone: It, for my sake, 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.
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;
Old Man. I'll bring him the best 'parel that I have, Come on't what will.
Glo. Sirrah, naked fellow.
Edg. Poor Tom's a-cold: I cannot daub it further. [Aside.
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; Mahu, of stealing; Modo, of murder; and Flibbertigibbet, of mopping and mowing; who since possesses chamber-maids and waiting-women. So bless thee, master!
• In hope.
It is the cowish terror of his spirit,
must change arms at home, and give the distaff
Edm. Yours in the ranks of death.
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. [Exit Steward.
Enter ALBANY. Gon. I have been worth the whistle.2 Alb.
You are not worth the dust which the rude wind
Gon. No more; the text is foolish.
Alb. Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile; Filths savor but themselves. What have you done! Tigers, not daughters, what have you perform'd! A father, and gracious aged man, Whose reverence the head-lugg'd bear would lick Most barbarous,most degenerate! have you madded 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 1i.e. Our wishes on the road may be completed. Worth calling for. Tear off.
Mess. Both, both, my lord.This letter, madam, craves a speedy answer; 'Tis from your sister.
Gon. [Aside.] One way I like this well; But being widow, and my Gloster with her, May all the building in my fancy pluck Upon my hateful life: Another way The news is not so tart.-I'll read, and answer.
Alb. Where was his son, when they did take his eyes?
Mess. Come with my lady hither.
Mess. Ay, my good lord; 'twas he inform'd against him;
And quit the house on purpose, that their punish
ment Might have the freer course.
Gloster, I live
To thank thee for the love thou show'dst the king, And to revenge thine eyes.-Come hither, friend, Tell me what more thou knowest. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-The French Camp near Dover. Enter KENT and a Gentleman.
Kent. Why the king of France is so suddenly gone back, know you the reason?
Gent. Something he left imperfect in the state, Which since his coming forth is thought of; which Imports to the kingdom so much fear and danger, That his personal return was most requir'd, And necessary.
Kent. Who hath he left behind him general? Gent. The Mareschal of France, Monsieur le Fer. Kent. Did your letters pierce the queen to any demonstration of grief!
Gent. Ay, sir; she took them, read them in my
And now and then an ample tear trill'd down
Pantingly forth, as if it press'd her heart;
Cried, Sisters! sisters!-Shame of ladies! sisters! Kent! father! sisters! What? the storm? i the night?
Let pity not be believed 5-There she shook
It is the stars, The stars above us, govern our conditions; Else one self mate and mate could not beget Such different issues. You spoke not with her since? Gent. No.
Kent. Was this before the king return'd?
No, since. Kent. Well, sir; the poor distress'd Lear is i' the
Who sometime, in his better tune, remembers What we are come about, and by no means Will yield to see his daughter.
Why, good sir?
Kent. A sovereign shame so elbows him: his own unkindness,
That stripp'd her from his benediction, turn'd her
Alack, poor gentleman! Kent. Of Albany's and Cornwall's powers you heard not!
Gent. 'Tis so; they are afoot.
Kent. Well, sir, I'll bring you to our master Lear, And leave you to attend him: some dear cause, Will in concealment wrap me up awhile; When I am known aright, you shall not grieve Lending me this acquaintance. I pray you, go Along with me. [Exeunt.
SCENE IV.-The same. A Tent.
Enter CORDELIA, Physician, and Soldiers.
In our sustaining corn.-A century send forth;
He, that helps him, take all my outward worth
The which he lacks; that to provoke in him,
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.
Mess. Madam, news; The British powers are marching hitherwar 1. Cor. 'Tis known before; our preparation stands In expectation of them.-O dear father, It is thy business that I go about; Therefore great France
My mourning, and important9 tears, hath pitied. No blown' ambition doth our arms incite,
Reg. Our troops set forth to-morrow; stay with us; The ways are dangerous.
Stew. I may not, madam; My lady charged my duty in this business. Reg. Why should she write to Edmund? Might
Transport her purposes by word? Belike,
Madam, I had ratherReg. I know, your lady does not love her husband; I am sure of that: and, at her late being here, She gave strange ciliads, and most speaking looks To noble Edmund: I know you are of her bosom. Stew. I, madam?
Reg. I speak in understanding; you are,
Therefore, I do advise you, take this note :3
If you do chance to hear of that blind traitor,
What party I do follow. Reg.
Fare thee well. [Exeunt.
SCENE VI.-The Country near Dover. Enter GLOSTER, and EDGAR dressed like a Peasant. Glo. When shall we come to the top of that same hill?
Edg. You do climb up it now; look, how we
Hark, do you hear the sea?
Glo. No, truly. Edg. Why,then your other senses grow imperfect By your eyes' anguish.
Glo. So may it be, indeed: Methinks, thy voice is alter'd; and thou speak'st In better phrase, and matter, than thou didst. Edg. You are much deceiv'd; in nothing am I changed, But in my garments. Glo.
Methinks, you are better spoken. Edg. Come on, sir; here's the place:-stand still.-How fearful
And dizzy 'tis to cast one's eyes so low!
A cast, or significant glance of the eye. Observe what I am saying.
A vegetable gathered for pickling.
Glo. Too well, too well. Edg. This is above all strangeness Upon the crown o' the cliff, what thing was that Horrible steep: Which parted from you? Glo.
Away, and let me die. Edg. Hadst thou been aught but gossan feathers, air,
So many fathom down precipitating,
Thou hadst shiver'd like an egg: but thou do f
Hast heavy substance; bleed'st not; speak'st; it to the
Ten masts at each make not the altitude,
Glo. But have I fallen, or no?
Edg. From the dread summit of this chaly bourn;
A poor unfortunate beggar Edg. As I stood here below, methought. his eyes Were two full moons; he had a thousand noses, Horns whelk'd, and waved like the enridged sea; It was some fiend: Therefore, thou happy father, Think that the clearest gods, who make them
Of men's impossibilities, have preserved thee.
Enter LEAR, fantastically dressed up Flowers.
The safer sense will ne'er accommodate His master thus.
Thus might he die in reality. Twisted, convolved.
• Sb ill-throated
cock, a buoy. No, they cannot touch me for coining; ht: The muhe king himself.
g. Sweet marjoram. Let go my tar. Pass.
initae. I know that voice.
. O thou side-piercing sight!
e pebbles char. Nature's above art in that respect.-There's
ng: Fainesar. Ha! Goneril!-with a white beard!-They Du further star'd me like a dog; and told me, I had white hear thee in my beard, ere the black ones were there. od sir. ay ay, and no, to every thing I said!-Ay and 30 was no good divinity. When the rain came With all met me once, and the wind to make me chatter; with his den the thunder would not peace at my bidding; e I found them, there I smelt them out. Go to, hty gods are not men o' their words: they told me I was id, in your sy thing; 'tis a lie; I am not ague-proof. iction of: lo. The trick of that voice I do well remember: not fall not the king? pposeless ear.
Ay, every inch a king: nature, sen I do stare, see, how the subject quakes.
O, bless Lardon that man's life; what was thy cause?
aps, andou shalt not die: Die for adultery! No: one, sirve wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly eit may re es lecher in my sight.
t copulation thrive, for Gloster's bastard son n whereas kinder to his father, than my daughters Alivetween the lawful sheets. ust, luxury, pell-mell, for I lack soldiers.hold yon' simpering dame,
-Yet he re
hose face between her forks presageth snow;
The fitchew, nor the soiled horse, goes to't
own from the waist they are centaurs,
let med tht but
at to the girdle do the gods inherit, noeneath is all the fiend's; there's hell, there's dark
here is the sulphurous pit, burning, scalding. tench, consumption;-Fie, fie, fie! pah; pah! live me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to weeten my imagination: there's money for thee. Go. O. let me kiss that hand!
Leur. Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality. Glo. O ruin'd piece of nature! This great world shall so wear out to naught.-Dost thou know me? Lear. I remember thine eyes well enough. Dost hou squiny at me? No, do thy worst, blind Cupid; Ill 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 heart breaks at it.
it of th
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 thief. 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 obey'd in office.
Thou rascal beadle, hold thy bloody hand: Why dost thou lash that whore? Strip thine own back;
An arrow of a cloth-yard long.
The white mark for archers to aim at. The watch-word. Likeness, manner.
Through tatter'd clothes small vices du appear; Robes, and furr'd gowns, hide all. Plate sir with gold,
• Look asquint.
And the strong lance of justice hurtless break Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw doth pierce it. None does offend, none, I say, none; I'll able 'em. Take that of me, my friend, who have the power To seal the accuser's lips. Get thee glass eyes; And, like a scurvy politician, seem
see the things thou dost not.-Now, now, now,
Pull off my boots:-harder, harder; so.
Lear. If thou wilt weep my fortunes, take my eyes.
I know thee well enough; thy name is Gloster Thou must be patient; we came crying hither. Thou know'st the first time that we smell the air, We wawl, and cry.-I will preach to thee; mark
Lear. I will die bravely, like a bridegroom: What?
My masters, know you that?
Gent. You are a royal one, and we obey you.
Which can distinguish sound.
But by your favor,
How near's the other army?
Gent. Near, and on speedy foot; the main descry Stands on the hourly thought.'
Her army is mov'd on.
Let not my worser spirit2 tempt me again To die before you please!
Thou hotly lust'st to use her in that kind
For which thou whipp'st her. The usurer hangs To boot, and boot!4
Well pray you, father. Glo. Now, good sir, what are you? Edg. A most poor man, made tame by fortune's blows;
Who, by the art of known and feeling sorrows, Am pregnant to good pity. Give me your hand, I'll lead you to some biding.
Hearty thanks: The bounty and the benizon3 of heaven
Block anciently signified the head part of a hat i.e. A man of tears.
The main body is expected to be descried every hour.
2 Evil genius. ⚫ Blessing.