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Lear.

You must bear with me: Pray now, forget, and forgive: I am old, and foolish.

ACT V.

LEAR TO CORDELIA WHEN TAKEN PRISONERS.

No, no, no, no! Come, let's away to prison:
We two alone will sing like birds i' the cage:
When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down,
And ask of thee forgiveness: So we'll live,
And

pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh
At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues
Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too,
Who loses, and who wins; who's in, who's out;-
And take upon us the mystery of things,
As if we were God's spies: And we'll wear out,
In a wall’d prison, packs and sects of great ones,
That ebb and flow by the moon.
Edm.

Take them away. Leur. Upon such sacrifices, my Cordelia, The gods themselves throw incense.

THE JUSTICE OF THE GODS.

The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
Made instruments to scourge us.
EDGAR'S ACCOUNT

HIMSELF

OF HIS DISCOVERING
TO HIS FATHER.

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, (O our lives' sweetness ! That with the pain of death we'd hourly die, Rather than jie at once!) taught me to shift Into a madman's pags; to assume a semblance That very dog's 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 (Ó fault!) reveald myself unto him, Until some half hour past, when I was arm’d, Not sure, though hoping, of this good success,

* Hear.

| 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.

Edm. This speech of your's hath mov'd me, And shall, perchance, do good; but speak you on: You look as you had something more to say:

Alb. If there be more, more woful, hold it in;
For I am almost ready to dissolve,
Hearing of this.

Edg. This would have seem'd a period
To such as love not sorrow; but another,
To amplify too much, would make much more,
And top extremity.
Whilst I was big‘in clamour, came there a man,
Who having seen me in my worst estate,
Shunn'd my abhorr'd society; but then, finding
Who 'twas that so endur'd, with his strong arms
He fasten'd on my neck, and bellow'd out
As he'd burst heaven; threw him on my father;
Told the most piteous tale of Lear and him,
That ever ear receiv'd: which in recounting,
His grief grew puissant, and the strings of life
Began to crack. Twice then the trumpet sounded
And there I left him tranc'd.

LEAR ON THE DEATH OF CORDELIA.

Howl, howl, howl, howl;-0, you are men of

stones; Had I your tongues and eyes, I'd use them se That heaven's vault should crack:-0, she is gone

for ever!--
I know when one is dead, and when one lives;
She's dead as earth:-Lend me a looking-glass:
If that her breath will mist or stain the stone,
Why, then she lives.
This feather stirs; she lives! if it be so,
It is a chance that does redeem all sorrows
That ever I have felt.
Kent.

O my good master! [Kneeling

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Lear. Prythee, away. A plague upon you, murderers, traitors all! I might have sav'd her; now she's gone for ever!- , Cordelia, Cordelia, stay a little. Ha!

What is't thou say’st? –Her voice was ever soft, # Gentle, and low.

And my poor fool* is hang'd! No, no, no, life: Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? O, thou wilt come no

more, Never, never, never, never, never!

LEAR DYING.

MACBETH. .

ACT I.

78

And That

are so.

WITCHES DESCRIBED. WHAT are these, So wither'd, and so wild in their attire; That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, And yet are o’nt? Live you? or are you aught That man may question? you seem to understand

me,
By each at once her choppy finger laying
Upon her skinny lips:—You should be women,

yet your beards forbid me to interpret
you

MACBETH'S TEMPER.
Yet do I fear thy nature;
It is too full o' the milk of human kindness,
To catch the nearest way: Thou would'st be great
Art not without ambition; but without
The illness should attend it. What thou would'st

highly, That would’st thou holily; would'st not play false, And yet would'st wrongly win.

* Poor Fool, in the time of Shakespeare, was an expression of endearment.

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LADY MACBETH'S SOLILOQUY ON THE NEWS

DUNCAN'S APPROACH.
The raven himself is boarse,
That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
Under my battlements. Come, come, you spirits
That tend on mortal* thoughts, unsex me here;
And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full
Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood,
Stop up the access and passage to remorse;t
That no eompunctious visitings of nature
Shake

my
fell

purpose, nor keep peace between
The effect and it ! Come to my woman's breasts,
And take my milk for gall, you murd’ring ministers,
Wherever in your sightless substances
You wait on Nature's mischief! Come, thick night;
And pallt thee in the dunnest smoke of hell!
That my keen knifes see not the wound it makes;
Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,
To cry, Hold, Hold!

MACBETH'S IRRESOLUTION.
If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well
It were done quickly: If the assassination
Could trammel upon the consequence, and catch,
With his surcease, success; that but this blow
Might be the be-all and the end-all here,
But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,-
We'd jump the life to come. But, in these cases,
We still have judgment here; that we but teach
Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return
To plague the inventor: This even-handed justice
Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice
To our own lips. He's here in double trust:
First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,
Strong both against the deed; then, as his host,
Who should against his murderer shut the door,
Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan
Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been
So clear in his great office, that his virtues
Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against
* Murderous. † Pity.

# Wrap, as in a mantle. § Knife anciently meant a sword or dagger

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The deep damnation of his taking-off:
And pity, like a naked new-born babe,
Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, hors'd
Upon the sightless couriers* of the air,
Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,
That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o’erleaps itself,
And falls on the other.

TRUE FORTITUDE.
I dare do all that may become a man;
? Who dares do more is none.

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ACT II.

THE MURDERING SCENE.

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Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch

thee:-
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling, as to sight? or art thou but
A dagger of the mind; a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
I see thee yet, in form as palpable,
As this which now I draw.
Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going;
And such an instrument I was to use.
Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses,
Or else worth all the rest: I see thee still;
And on thy blade, and dudgeon,t goutst of blood,
Which was not so before. There's no such thing:
It is the bloody business, which informs
Thus to mine eyes.—Now o'er the one half world
Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse
The curtain'd sleep; now witchcraft celebrates
Pale Hecate's offerings; and wither'd murder,
Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf,

* Winds; sightless is invisible.
+ Haft,

1 Drops.

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