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Stew. A proclaim'd prize! Most happy! That eyeless head of thine was first framed flesh To raise my fortunes.-Thou old unhappy traitor, Brietly thyself remember:-The sword is out That must destroy thee. Glo. Now let thy friendly hand l'ut 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.
Elg. 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 swagger'd out of my life, 'twould not ha' been so long as 'tis by a vortnight. Nay, come not near the old man; keep out, che vor' ye, or ise try whether your costards 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.S
[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;
Edg. I know thee well: a serviceable villain; As duteous to the vices of your mistress, As badness would desire.
What, is he dead? Eg. 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 their hearts; Their papers, is more lawful.
[Reads.] Let our reciprocal vows be remembered. You have many opportunities to cut him off: if your will want not, time and place will be fruitfully offered. There is nothing dome, if he return the conqueror: Then am I the prisoner, and his bed my gaol; from the loathed warmth whereof deliver me, and supply the place for your labor.
Your wife, (so I would say,) and your affectionate servant,
O undistinguish'd space of woman's will!-
Thee I'll rake up, the post unsanctified
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, Gentleman, 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 short,
And every measure fail me.
Kent. To be acknowledg'd, madam, is o'erpaid. All my reports go with the modest truth; Nor more, nor clipp'd, but so.
These weeds are memories of those worser hours;
Cor. Then be it so, my good lord.-How does
Be better suited:
Go your way. • Hear, 1 Club. • Thrusts. I'll cover thee (the dead steward) in the sands. Dressed.
Phys. Madam, sleeps still.
Cure this great breach of 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
Gent. Ay, madam: in the heaviness of his sleep, We put fresh garments on him.
Phys. Be by, good madam, when we do awake him;
I doubt not of his temperance.
Phys. Please you, draw near.-Louder the music there!
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!
Had challenged pity of them. Was this a face
Of quick, cross lightning? to watch (poor perdu !2)
Cor. How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty?
Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o' the grave:
Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound
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 abused.-I should even die with pity,
Cor. O, look upon me, sir,
And hold your hands in benediction o'er me.-
Pray, do not mock me.
I am a very foolish fond old man,
And so I am, I am.
Lear. Be your tears wet? Yes, faith. I pray, weep not:
If you have poison for me, I will drink it.
Lear. Am I in France?
No cause, no cause.
The allusion is to the forlorn hope in an army, callal in French, enfans perdus. • Thin sovering of bab
In your own kingdom, sir.
You see, is cured in him; and yet it is danger
Cor. Will't please your highness walk?
Gent. Holds it true, sir,
That the duke of Cornwall was so slain?
SCENE I-The Camp of the British Forces, near I can produce a champion, that will prove
Edm. Know of the duke, if his last purpose hold,
What is avouched there: If you miscarry,
[To an Officer, who goes out.
In honor'd love.
Reg. But have you never found my brother's way
That thought abuses"
Edm. No, by mine honor, madam.
Reg. I never shall endure her: Dear my lord,
Enter ALBANY, GONERIL, and Soldiers.
Gon. I had rather lose the battle, than that sister Should loosen him and me. [Aside.
Alb. Our very loving sister, well be met.-
As 'tis said,
The bastard son of Gloster.
Report is changeable.
Gent. The arbitrement' is like to be a bloody. Fare you well, sir. [Exit Kent. My point and period will be thoroughly wrought,
Or well, or ill, as this day's battle's fought. [Exit
Edm. The enemy's in view, draw up your powers.
Are of the adder. Which of them shall I take?
SCENE II-A Field between the two Camps. Alarum within. Enter, with Drums and Colors, LEAR, CORDELIA, and their Forces; and exeunt
Enter EDGAR and GLOSTER.
Edg. Here, father, take the shadow of this tree.
Glo. No further, sir; a man may rot even here.
Ripeness is all: Come on.
And that's true, too.
SCENE III-The British Camp near Dover. Enter, in Conquest, with Drum and Colors, EDMUND; LEAR and CORDELIA, as Prisoners; Officers, Soldiers, &c.
Emd. Some officers take them away; good guard⚫
We two alone will sing like birds i' the cage:
Take them away.
He that parts us, shall bring a brand from heaven,
Come. [Exeunt LEAR and CORDELIA, guarded.
One step I have advanced thee; if thou dost
I'll do't, my lord. Edm. About it; and write happy, when thou hast done.
Mark. I say, instantly; and carry it so,
Off. I cannot draw a cart, nor eat dried oats;
Alb. Sir, you have shown to-day your valiant
And fortune led you well: You have the captives,
Not so hot: In his own grace he doth exalt himself, More than in your advancement.
My reason all the same; and they are ready
And the best quarrels, in the heat, are curs'd
Sir, by your patience,
The French disease.
II bar it in the interest of my wife;
'Tis she is sub-contracted to this lord,
• Reg. Jesters do oft prove prophets.
Half-blooded fellow, yes Reg. Let the drum strike, and prove my utte [To EDMUND. Alb. Stay yet; hear reason:-Edmund, I arrest thee
On capital treason; and, in thy arrest,
This gilded serpent: [Pointing to Gos.]-for your claim, fair sister,
Alb. Thou art arm'd, Gloster:-Let the trumpet
If none appear to prove upon thy person,
Ere I taste bread, thou art in nothing less
Sir, I thought it fit
Sick, O, sick!
Alb. A herald, ho!
This sickness grows upon me. Enter a Herald.
Alb. She is not well; convey her to my tent.
Off. Sound trumpet.
[A Trumpet sounds.
If any man of quality, or degree, within the lists of the army, will maintain upon Edmund, supposed Earl of Gloster, that he is a manifold traitor, let him appear at the third sound if the
Edm. In wisdom, I should ask thy name; But, since thy outside looks so fair and warlike, And that thy tongue some 'say of breeding breathes,
What safe and nicely I might well delay
Alb. Shut your mouth, dame, Or with this paper shall I stop it:--Hold, sir: Thou worse than any name, read thine own evil:No tearing, lady: I perceive you know it. [Gives the Letter to EDMUND. Gon. Say, if I do; the laws are mine, not thine: Who shall arraign me for't?
Alb. Know'st thou this paper? Gon.
Ask me not what I know. [Exit GONERIL. Alb. Go after her: she's desperate; govern her. [To an Officer, who goes out. Edm. What you have charged me with, that have I done;
And more, much more: the time will bring it out;
Let's exchange charity.
I am no less in blood than thou art, Edmund;
The dark and vicious place where thee he got,
Did hate thee, or thy father!
Edg. I know it well.
Where have you hid yourself? How have you known the miseries of your father? Edg. By nursing them, my lord.-List a brief tale;And, when 'tis told, O, that my heart would burst!The bloody proclamation to escape, That follow'd me so near, (0, our lives' sweetness! That with the pain of death we'd hourly die, Rather than die at once!) taught me to shift Into a mad-man's rags; to assume a semblance That very dogs disdain'd; and in this habit Met I my father with his bleeding rings, Their precious stones new lost; became his guide, Led him, begg'd for him, sav'd him from despair; Never ( fault!) reveal'd myself unto him, Until some half hour past, when I was arm'd, Not sure, though hoping, of this good success, I ask'd his blessing, and from first to last Told him my pilgrimage: but his flaw'd heart, (Alack, too weak the conflict to support!) Twixt two extremes of passion, joy and grief, Burst smilingly.
Alb. If there be more, more woeful hold it in; For I am almost ready to dissolve, Hearing of this.
Whilst I was big in clamor, came there a man,
Edm. This speech of yours hath mov'd me, And shall, perchance, do good: but speak you on; You look as you had something more to say.
But who was this? Edg. Kent, sir, the banish'd Kent; who in disguise Follow'd his enemy king, and did him service Improper for a slave.
Enter a Gentleman hastily, with a bloody Knife.
What kind of help? Speak, man.
Edg. What means that bloody knife? Gent. 'Tis hot, it smokes;
It came even from the heart of
Who, man? speak. Gent. Your lady, sir, your lady: and her sister By her is poison'd; she confesses it.
Edm. I was contracted to them both; all three Now marry in an instant.
Alb. Produce their bodies, be they alive or dead!
This judgment of the heavens, that makes us tremble,
Touches us not with pity. [Exit Gentleman.
f that her breath will mist or stain the stone, Why, then she lives.
Kent. Is this the promis'd end? Edg. Or image of that horror? Alb. Fall, and cease. Lear. This feather stirs; she lives! if it be so, It is a chance that does redeem all sorrows That ever I have felt.
"Tis noble Kent, your friend. Lear A plague upon you, murderers, traitors, all! I might have saved her; now she's gone for ever!Cordelia, Cordelia, stay a little. Ha!
What is't thou say'st?-Her voice was ever soft,
Did I not, fellow? I have seen the day, with my good biting faulchion I would have inade them skip: I am old now, And these same crosses spoil me.-Who are you? Mine eyes are none o' the best:-I'll tell you straight.
Kent. If fortune brag of two she lov'd and hated, One of them we behold.
Lear. This is a dull sight: Are you not Kent?
Your servant Kent: Where is your servant Caius?
Enter an Officer. Off. Edmund is dead, my lord. Alb. That's but a trifle here.You lords and noble friends, know our intent: What comfort to this great decay may come, Shall be applied: For us, we will resign, During the life of this old majesty, To him our absolute power:-You to your rights; [To EDGAR and KENT. With boot, and such addition as your honors Have more than merited.-All friends shall taste The wages of their virtue, and all foes The cup of their deservings.-O, see, see!
Lear. And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life:
Ay, so I think.
Alb. He knows not what he says; and vain it is That we present us to him.
Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life,
Never, never, never, never, never!—
He but usurp'd his life.
Alb. Bear them from hence.-Our present business
Is general woe. Friends of my soul, you twain [TO KENT and EDGAR Rule in this realm, and the gor'd state sustain. Kent. I have a journey, sir, shortly to go; My master calls, and I must not say, no. Alb. The weight of this sad time we mus obey;
Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.