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Thus might he pass indeed :-Yet he revives :
Away, and let me die.
Edg. Hadst thou been aught but gossamer, feathers, air,
Thou hadst shiver'd like an egg: but thou dost breathe;
Thy life's a miracle: Speak yet again.
Glo. But have I fallen, or no?
Edg. From the dread summit of this chalky bourn: Look up a-height;-the shrill-gorg'd lark so far Cannot be seen or heard: do but look up.
Glo. Alack, I have no eyes.
Is wretchedness depriv'd that benefit,
To end itself by death? 'Twas yet some comfort,
Give me your arm:
A poor unfortunate beggar.
Glo. I do remember now: henceforth I'll bear
Enough, enough, and die. That thing you speak of,
The fiend, the fiend: he led me to that place.
Edg. Bear free and patient thoughts. But who comes here?
The safer sense will ne'er accommodate
His master thus.
Lear. No, they cannot touch me for coining:
I am the king himself.
Edg. O thou side-piercing sight!
Lear. Nature's above art in that respect.-Give the word.
Edg. Sweet marjoram.
Glo. I know that voice.
Lear. Ha! Goneril!—with a white beard!-They flatter'd me
Is't not the king?
like a dog; and told me, I had white hairs in my beard, ere the black ones were there. To say ay and no, to every thing I said!—Ay and no too was no good divinity. When the rain came to wet me once, and the wind to make me chatter; when the thunder would not peace at my bidding; there I found them, there I smelt them out. Go to, they are not men o' their words: they told me I was every thing; 'tis a lie; I am not ague-proof.
Glo. The trick of that voice I do well remember:
Ay, every inch a king. When I do stare, see how the subject quakes. I pardon that man's life.
Glo. O, let me kiss that hand!
Lear. Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality. Glo. O ruin'd piece of nature! This great world Shall so wear out to nought.-Dost thou know me?
Lear. I remember thine eyes well enough.-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.
Glo. What, with the case of eyes?
Lear. O, ho, are you there with me? No eyes in your head, nor
heavy case, your
no money in your purse? Your eyes are in 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 obeyed in office.
Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear;
To see the things thou dost not.-Now, now, now, now;
Edg. O, matter and impertinency mix'd!
Reason in madness!
Lear. If thou wilt weep my fortunes, take my eyes.
I know thee well enough; thy name is Gloster:
Glo. Alack, alack, the day!
Lear. When we are born, we cry, that we are come
A troop of horses with felt: I'll put it in proof;
Enter a Gentleman, with Attendants.
Gent. O, here he is; lay hand upon him.-Sir, Your most dear daughter
Lear. No rescue? What, a prisoner? I am even
Lear. I will die bravely, like a bridegroom; What?
Gent. You are a royal one, and we obey you.
it by running. Sa, sa, sa, sa.
Nay, an you get it, you shall get [Exit running; Attendants follow.
Cordelia learns the unnatural treatment her Father has received from Regan and Goneril, and proceeds with her husband, the King of France, and a numerous army, to rescue Lear, and punish her sisters. She finds the wretched old King, in great misery, and entirely bereft of reason. He is conveyed to the French camp.
SCENE.-A Tent in the French Camp.-LEAR on a Bed, asleep; Physicians, Gentlemen, and others attending.
Enter CORDELLA, 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.
Be better suited: These weeds are memories of those worser hours; I pr'ythee, put them off.
Pardon me, dear madam;
Yet to be known, shortens
Cor. Then be it so, my good lord.-How does the king?
Phys. Madam, sleeps still.
Cor. O you kind gods,
Cure this great breach in his abused nature!
So please your majesty,
Gent. Ay, madam; in the heaviness of his sleep.
Phys. Be by, good madam, when we do awake him; I doubt not of his temperance.
Cor. Very well.
Phys. Please you, draw near.
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!
[To the Physician.
Kind and dear princess!
To stand against the deep dread-bolted thunder?
Of quick, cross-lightning? to watch (poor perdu !)
Though he had bit me, should have stood that night
Cor. How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty ?
Do scald like molten lead.
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 daylight?—
I am mightily abus'd.—I should even die with pity,
To see another thus.-I know not what to say.-
O, look upon me, sir,
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:
I know, you do not love me; for your sisters
No cause, no cause.
Lear. Am I in France!
In your own kingdom, sir.
Lear. Do not abuse me.
Cor. Will't please your highness walk?
You must bear with me: Pray now, forget and forgive: I am old, and foolish. [Exeunt LEAR, CORDELIA, Physician, and Attend.
Lear is restored to reason, and aided by the forces of France, makes war against the Dukes of Cornwall and Albany, whose armies are led on by Edmund, created by them Earl of Gloster. The King, and Cordelia are defeated, and made prisoners.
SCENE.-The British Camp near Dover.
Enter, in conquest, with drum and colors, EDMUND; LEAR, and CORDELIA, as prisoners; Officers, Soldiers, &c.
Edm. Some officers take them away: good guard;