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When grief hath mates, and bearing fellowship. Corn. And what confederacy have you with the
How light and portable my pain seems now

traitors,
When that, which makes me bend, makes the king Late footed in the kingdom?
bow;

Reg. To whose hands have you sent the lunatic
He childed, as I father'd !-- Tom, away!

king?
Mark the high noises; and thyself bewray, Speak!
When false opinion, whose wrong thought defiles Clo. I have a letter guessingly set down,
thee,

Which came from one that's of a neutral heart,
In thy just proof, repeals, and reconciles thee. And not from one oppos’d.
What will hap more to-night, safe scape the king! Corn. Cunning.
Lurk, lurk!

[Exit. Reg. And false.

Corn. Where hast thou sent the king?
SCENE VII. – A room in Gloster's castle. Glo. To Dover.
Enter CORNWALL, Regan, Goneril, Edmund, and Reg. Wherefore
Servants.

To Dover? Wast thou not charg'd at thy peril
Corn. Post speedily to my lord your husband : show Corn. Wherefore to Dover? Let him first answer
him this letter! - the army of France is landed !- that.
Seek out the villain Gloster!

Glo. I am tied to the stake, and I must stand the
[Exeunt some of the Servants.
Reg. Hang him instantly!

Reg. Wherefore to Dover ?
Gun. Pluck out his eyes !

Glo. Because I would not see thy cruel nails
Corn. Leave him to my displeasure ! - Edmund, Pluck out his poor old eyes; nor thy fierce sister
keep you our sister company; the revenges we In his anointed flesh stick boarish fangs.
are bound to take upon your traitorous father, are The sea, with such a storm, as his bare head
not fit for your beholding. Advise the duke, where In hell-black night endur'd, would have buoy'd up:
you are going, to a most festinate preparation; we and quench'd the stelled fires : yet, poor old heart,
are bound to the like. Our posts shall be swist, and He holp the heavens to rain.
intelligent betwixt us. Farewell, dear sister!-Fare- Il wolves had at thy gate howld that stern time,
well, my lord of Gloster!

Thou should'st have said, Good porter, turn the key!

All cruels else subscrib'd:— but I shall see
Enter Steward.
How now? Where's the king?

The winged vengeance overtake such children.
Stew. My lord of Gloster hath convey'd him hence :

Corn. See it shalt thou never :— fellows, hold the

chair!
Some five or six and thirty of his knights,
Hot questrists after him, met him at gate;

Upon these eyes of thine I'll set my foot.
Who, with some other of the lord's dependants,

(Gloster is held down in his chair, while CornAre gone with him towards Dover; where they

wall plucks out one of his eyes, and sets his boast

foot on it. To have well-armd friends.

Glo. He, that will think to live till he be old, Corn. Get horses for your

mistress.

Give me some help:-( cruel! O ye gods!
Gon. Farewell, sweet lord, and sister!

Reg. One side will mock another; the other too! (Exeunt Goneril and Edmund.

Corn. If you see vengeance, -,
Corn. Edmund, farewell! - Go, seek the traitor

Serv. Hold your hand, my lord !
Gloster,

I have serv'd you ever since I was a child;
Pinion him like a thief, bring him before us!

But better service have I never done you,
[Exeunt other Servants.

Than now to bid you hold.
Though well we may not pass upon his life

Reg. How now, you dog?
Without the form of justice; yet our power

Serv. If you did wear a beard upon your chin,
Shall do a courtesy to our wrath, which men

I'd shake it on this quarrel. What do you mean? May blame, but not controul. - Who's there? The

Corn. My villain! (Draws, and runs at him. traitor?

Serv. Nay, then come on, and take the chance of

anger! Re-enter Servants, with GLOSTER.

[Draws. They fight. Cornwall is wounded. Reg. Ingrateful fox! 'tis he.

Reg. Give me thy sword. – [To another Servant.] Corn. Bind fast his corky arms.

A peasant stand up thas!
Glo. What mean your graces ? - Good my friends, (Snatches a sword, comes behind, and stabs him.
consider

Serv. 0, I am slain ! — My lord, you have one eye
You are my guests : do me no foul play, friends! left
Corn. Bind him, I say! [Servants bind him. To see some mischief on him. - 0! (Dies.
Reg. Hard, hard !- 0 filthy traitor!

Corn. Lest it see more, prevent it :-out,

vile Glo. Unmerciful lady as you are, I am none.

jelly!
Corn. To this chair bind him!- Villain, thou shalt Where is thy lastre now?
find
(Regan plucks his beard.

(Tears out Gloster's other eye, and throws it Glo. By the kind gods, 'tis most ignobly done

on the ground. To plack me by the beard.

Glo. All dark and comfortless. — Where's my son
Reg. So white, and such a traitor!

Edmund ?
Glo. Naughty lady,

Edmund, enkindle all the sparks of nature,
These hairs, which thou dost ravish from my chin, To quit this horrid act.
Will quicken, and accuse thee: I am your host;

Reg. Ont, treacherous villain!
With robbers' hands, my hospitable favours Thou call'st on him that hates thce: it was he
You should not ruffle thus. What will you do? That made the overture of thy treasons to us;
Corn. Come, sir, what letters had you late from Who is too good to pity thee.
France ?

Glo. O my follies !
Reg. Be simple-answer'd, for we know the truth. Then Edgar was abus’d. —

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Kind gods, forgive me that, and prosper him! Edg. How should this be ? -
Reg. Go, thrust him out at gates, and let him Bad is the trade must play the fool to sorrow,
smell

Ang'ring itself and others. Aside.Bless thee, master!
His way to Dover. - How is't, my lord ? How look Glo. Is that the paked fellow?
you?

Old Man. Ay, my lord !
Corn. I have receiv'd a hurt. – Follow me, lady!- Glo. Then, pr’ythee, get thee gone! If, for my sate,
Turn out that cyeless villain ; throw this slave Thou wilt o'ertake us, hence a mile or twain,
Upon the dunghill. - Regan, I bleed apace : I'the way to Dover, do it for ancient love;
Untimely comes this hurt. Give me your arm ! And bring some covering for this naked soul,

[Exit Cornwall, led by Regan ;-servants Whom I'll entreat to lead me.

unbind Gloster, and lead him out. Old Man. Alack, sir, he's mad! 1 Serv. I'll never care what wickedness I do, Glo. 'Tis the times' plague, when madmen lead the If this man come to good.

blind. 2 Serv. If she live long,

Do as I hid thee, or rather do thy pleasure;
And, in the end, meet the old course of death, Above the rest, be gone.
Women will all turn monsters.

Old Mun. I'll bring him the best 'parel that I have, 1 Serv. Let's follow the old earl and get the Bedlam Come on't what will!

(Exit

. To lead him where he would; his roguish madness Glo. Sirrah, naked fellow! Allows itself to any thing.

Edg. Poor Tom's a-cold.- I cannot daub it for2 Serv. Go thou; I'll fetch some flax, and whites ther. of eggs,

Glo. Come hither, fellow! To apply to his bleeding face. Now, heaven help Edg. (Aside.) And yet I must. - Bless thy sweet him!

(Exeunt severally.

eyes, they bleed.
Glo. Know'st thou the way to Dover?
Edg. Both stile and gate, horse-way, and foot-path

.
A C T IV.

Poor Tom hath been scared out of his good site
SCENE I. - The heath.

Bless the good man from the foul fiend! Five feeds
Enter EDGAR.
have been in poor Tom at once; of lust

, as ObidiEdg. Yet better thus, and known to be contemn’d, cut; Hobbididancé, prince of dumbness ; Mahu, of Than still contemn'd and flatter'd. To be worst, stealing; Modo, of murder: and Flibbertigibbet

, of The lowest, and most dejected thing of fortune, mopping and mowing; who since possesses chamberStands still in esperance, lives not in fear : maids and waiting-women. So, bless thee, master! The lamentable change is from the best;

Glo. Here, take this purse, thou whom the heaven's The worst returns to laughter. Welcome then,

plagues Thou 'unsubstantial air, that I embrace!

Have humbled to all strokes: that I am wretched,
The wretch, that thou hast blown unto the worst, Makes thee the happier. – Heavens, deal so still!
Owes nothing to thy blasts.—But who comes here ? Let the superfluous, and lust-dieted man,

Enter Glosten, led by an Old Man. That slaves your ordinance, that will not see
My father, poorly led ?- World, world, O world! Because he doth not feel, feel your power quickly;
But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee, So distribution should undo excess,
Life would not yield to age!

And each man have enough.-Dost thou know Dores?
Old Man. O my good lord, I have been your tenant, Edg. Ay, master!
and your father's tenant, these fourscore years. Glo. There is a cliff

, whose high and bending hest Glo. Away, get thee away! good friend, be gone! Looks fearfully in the confined deep: Thy comforts can do me no good at all,

Bring me but to the very briin of it, Thee they may hurt.

And I'll repair the misery thou dost bear.
Old Man. Alack, sir, you cannot see your way. With something rich about me: from that place

Glo. I have no way, and therefore want no eyes; I shall no leading need.
I stumbled when I saw: full oft 'tis seen,

Edg. Give me thy arm,
Our mean secures us; and our mere defects

Poor Tom shell lead thee!
Prove our commodities.—Ah, dear son Edgar,
The food of thy abused father's wrath!

SCENE II. Before the Duke of Albany's palace.
Might I but live to see thee in my touch, Enter Goneril and Edmund; Steward meeting then.
I'd say, I had eyes again!

Gon. Welcome, my lord ! 'I marvel, our mild hosOld Man, How now? Who's there?

band Edg. (Aside.) O gods! Who is’t can say, I am at Not met us on the way. – Now, where's your master? the worst!

Stew. Madam, within; but never man so chang'id: I am worse than e'er I was.

I told him of the army that was landed; Old Man. 'Tis poor mad Tom.

He smild at it: I told him, you were coming ; Edg. [Aside.] And worse I may be yet. The worst His answer was: The worse'; of Gloster's treachery

And of the loyal service of his son, So long as we can say, This is the worst.

When I inform'd him, then he call’d me sot ; Old Man. Fellow, where goest?

And told me, I had turn'd the wrong side oat: Glo. Is it a beggar-man?

What most he should dislike, seems pleasant to hin
Old Man. Madman and beggar too.

What like, offensive.
Glo. He has some reason, else he could not beg.
I'the last night's storm I such a fellow saw;

Gon. Then shall you go no further. [To Edmund.

It is the cowish terror of his spirit,
Which made me think a man a worm: my son That dares not undertake : he'll not feel wrongs,
Came then into my mind: and yet my mind
Was then scarce friends with him: I have heard more May prove effects. Back, Edmund, to my

Which tie him to an answer. Our wishes, on the way

brother; since: As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods ;

Hasten his musters, and conduct his powers:

I must change arms at home, and give the distaf They kill us for their sport.

Into my husband's hands. This trusty servaut

'Twill come, llumanity must per Like monsters of t1

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pass between us: ere long you are like to hear, So speedily can venge! – But, O poor Gloster! If you dare venture in your own behalf,

Lost he his other eye?
A mistress's command. Wear this ; spare speech! Mess. Both, both, my lord ! -

[Giving a favour. This letter, madam, craves a speedy answer;
Decline your head! this kiss, if it durst speak, 'Tis from your sister.
Would stretch thy spirits up into the air;- Gon. (Aside.] One way I like this well;
Conceive, and fare thee well!

But being widow, and my Gloster with her,
Edm. Yours in the ranks of death.

May all the building in my fancy pluck
Gon. My most dear Gloster! (Exit Edmund. Upon my hateful life. Another way,
0, the diilerence of man, and man! To thee The news is not so tart.-I'll read and answer.(Exit.
A woman's services are due; my fool

Alb. Where was his son, when they did take his
Usurps my bed.

eyes?
Stew. Madam, here comes my lord! (Exit Steward. Mess. Come with my lady hither!
Enter ALBANY,

Alb. He is not here.
Gon. I have been worth the whistle.

Mess. No, my good lord; I met him back again.
Alb. O Goneril!

Alb. Knows he the wickedness?
You are not worth the dust, which the rnde wind Mess. Ay, my good lord; 'twas he informed against
Blows in your face. - I fear your disposition:

him; That nature, which contemns its origin,

And quit the house on purpose, that their punishment
Cannot be border'd certain in itself ;

Might have the freer course.
She, that herself will sliver and disbranch

Alb. Gloster, I live
From her material sap, perforce must wither, To thank thee for the love thou show'dst the king,
And come to deadly use.

And to revenge thine eyes. Come hither, friend! Gon. No more; the text is foolish.

Tell me what more thou knowest! [Exeunt. Alb. Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile: Filths savour but themselves. What have you done? SCENE III. – The French camp near Dover. Tigers, not daughters, what have you performd ?

Enter Kent, and a Gentleman. A father, and a gracious aged man,

Kent. Why the king of France is so suddenly gone Whose reverence the head-lugz'd bear would lick, back, know you the reason? Most barbarous, most degenerate! have you madded. Gent. Something he left imperfect in the state, Could my good brother suffer you to do it? Which, since his coming forth, is thought of; which A man, a prince, by him so benefited ?

Imports to the kingdom so much fear and danger, If that the heavens do not their visible spirits That his personal return was most requir’d, Send quickly down to tame these vile oil'ences

And necessary;

Kent. Who hath he left behind him general ? llumauity must perforce prey on itself,

Gent. The Mareschal of France, Monsieur le Fer. Like monsters of the deep.

Kent. Did your letters pierce the queen to any deGun. Milk-liver'ı man!

monstration of grief? That bear'st a check for blows, a head for wrongs; Gent.Ay,sir; she took them,read them in my presence; Who hast not in thy brows an eye discerning Aud now and then an ample tear trillid down Thine honour from thy suffering that not knows't, Her delicate cheek: it seem'd she was a queen Fools do those villains pity, who are punish'd Over her passion; who, most rebel-like,

Ere they have done their mischief. Where's thy drum? Sought to be king o'er her. in france spreads his banners in our noiseless land ; Kent. 0, then it mov'd her.

With plumed helm thy slayer threats ; Gent. Not to a rage: patience and sorrow strove Whilst thou, a moral fool, sit'st still, and cry’st, Who should express her goodliest. You have seen Alack! why does he so?

Sunshine and rain at once; her smiles and tears Alb. See thyself, devil!

Were like a better day: those happy smiles, Proper deformity seems not in the fiend

That play'd on her ripe lip, seem'd not to know So horrid, as in womau.

What guests were in her eyes; which parted thence, Gon. O vain fool!

As pearls from diamonds droppid. - In brief, sorrow
Alb. Thou changed and self-cover'd thing, for Would be a rarity most belovod, if all
shame,

Could so become it.
Be-monster not thy featnre. Were it my fitness Kent. Made she no verbal question ?
To let these hands obey my blood,

Gent. 'Faith, once, or twice, she heav'd the name
They are apt enough to dislocate and tear

of father Thy flesh and bones.-Ijowe'er thou art a fiend, Pantingly forth, as if it press'd her heart; A woman's shape doth shield thee.

Cried, Sisters ! sisters ! - Shame of ladies! sisters! Gon. Marry, your manhood now!

Kent! father! sisters! What? i'the storm? i'the Enter a Messenger.

night?
Alb. What news?,

Let pity not be believ'd! - There she shook
Mess. O, my good lord, the duke of Cornwall's dead: The holy water from her heavenly eyes,
Slain by his servant, going to put out

And clamour moisten’d: then away she started
The other eye of Gloster.

To deal with grief alone.
Alb. Gloster's eyes!

Kent. It is the stars,
Mess. A servant that he bred, thrill'd with remorse The stars above us, govern our conditions ;
Oppos’d against the act, bending his sword Else one self mate and mate could not beget
To his great master; who, thereat enrag'a,

Such dillerent issues. You spoke not with her since ?
Flew on him, and amongst them felld him dead : Gent. No,
But not without that harmful stroke, which since Kent. Was this before the king return'd?
Hath pluck'd him after.

Gent. No, since.
Alb. This shows you are above,

Kent. Well, sir; the poor distress'd Lear is i'the
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Who sometime, in his better tune, remembers To let him live; where he arrives, he moves
What we are come about, and by no means All hearts against us. Edmund, I think, is gone
Will yield to see his daughter.

In pity of his misery, to dispatch
Gent. Why, good sir ?

His nighted life; moreover, to descry Kent. A sovereign shame so elbows him: his own the strength o’the enemy. unkindness,

Stew. I must needs after him, madam, with my letter.
That stripp'd her from his benediction, turn'd her Reg. Oar troops set forth to-morrow; stay with us;
To foreign casualties, gave her dear rights

The ways are dangerous.
To his dog-hearted daughters, - these things sting Stew. I may not, madam!
His mind so venomously, that burning shame My lady charg’d my duty in this business.
Detains him from Cordelia.

Reg. Why should she write to Edmund ? Might
Gent. Alack, poor gentleman!
Kent. Of Albany's and Cornwall's powers you heard Transport her purposes by word? Belike,
not?

Something - I know not what:— I'll love thee much,
Gent, 'Tis so; they are afoot.

Let me upseal the letter.
Kent. Well, sir, l'll bring you to our master Lear, Stew. Madam, I had rather -
And leave you to attend him : some dear cause Reg. I know, your lady does not love her husband;
Will in concealment wrap me up awhile;

I am sure of that: and, at her late being here,
When I am known aright, you shall not grieve She gave strange oeiliads, and most speaking looks
Lending me this acquaintance. I pray you, go

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To noble Edmund: I know, you are of her bosom. Along with me!

[Exeunt. Stew. I, madam?

Reg. I speak in understanding; you are, I know it
SCENE IV.- The same. A tent.

Therefore, I do advise you, take this note :
Enter Cordelia. Physician, and Soldiers. My lord is dead; Edmund and I have talk'd;
Cor. Alack, 'tis he! why, he was met even now And more convenient is he for my hand,
As mad as the vex'd sea : singing aloud;

Than for your lady's.– You may gather more.
Crown'd with rank fumiter, and furrow weeds, If

you do find him, pray you, give him this; With harlocks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers, And when your mistress hears thus much from you, Darnel, and all the idle weeds, that grow

I pray, desire her call her wisdom to her.
In our sustaining corn.— A century send forth; So, fare you well!
Search every acre in the high-grown field,

If you do chance to hear of that blind traitor, And bring him to our eye. (Exit an Officer.] What Preferment falls on him, that cuts him off! can man's wisdom do,

Stew.'Would I could meet him,madam! I would show In the restoring his bereaved sense?

What party I do follow. He, that helps him, take all my outward worth. Reg. Fare thee well!

[Exeunt

. Phy. There is means, madam! Our foster-nurse of nature is repose,

SCENE VI.

The country near Dover. The which he lacks; that to provoke in him, Enter Gloster and Edgar, dressed like a peasant, Are many simples operative, whose power

Glo. When shall

we come to the top of that same hil? Will close the eye of anguish.

Edg. You do climb up it now; look, how welabour. Cor. All bless'd secrets,

Glo. Methinks, the ground is even.
All you unpublish'd virtues of the earth,

Edg. Horrible steep:
Spring with my tears! be aidant, and remediate, Hark, do you hear the sea ?
In the good man's distress! - Seek, seek for him; Glo. No, trily.
Lest his ungovern'd rage dissolve the life Edg. Why, then your other senses grow imperfect
That wants the means to lead it.

By your eyes' anguish.
Enter a Messenger.

Glo. So may it be, indeed.
Mess. Madam, news;

Methinks, thy voice is alter’d; and thou speal'st
The British powers are marching hitherward! In better phrase, and matter, than thou didst.

Cor. 'Tis known before; our preparation stands Edg. You are much deceiv'd; in nothing am I chang'i,
In expectation of them.
O dear father,

But in my garments.
It is thy business that I go abont;

Glo. Methinks, you are better spoken.
Therefore great France
My mourning, and important tears, hath pitied.

Edg. Come on, sir! here's the place; - stand still!

-How fearful
No blown ambition doth our arms incite,

And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low!
But love, dear love, and our ag'd father's right: The crows, and choughs, that wing the midway air,
Soon may I hear, and see him!

[Exeunt. Show scarce so gross as beetles: half way down,
Hangs one that gathers samphire ; dreadful trade

!
SCENE V. - A room in Gloster's castle.

Methinks, he seems no bigger, thau his head:
Enter Regan and Steward.

The fishermen, that walk upon the beach,
Reg. But are my brother's powers set forth? Appear like mice ; and yon tall anchoring bark,
Stew. Ay, madam!

Diminish'd to her cock; her cock a buoy
Almost too small for sight. The murmuring surge

That on the unnumber'd idle pebbles chases,
Siew. Madain, with much ado:

Cannot be heard so high: - I'll look no more;
Your sister is the better soldier.
Reg. Lord Edmund spake not with your lord at Topple down headlong.

Lest my brain turn, and the deficient sight home?

Glo. Set me where you stand.
Stew. No, madam!
Reg. What might import my sister's letter to him?

Edg. Give me your hand! You are now withia
Stew. I know not, lady!

a foot Reg. 'Faith, he is posted hence on serious matter. Would I not leap opright.

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Here, friend, is another purse; in it, a jewel like a crow-keeper: draw me a clothier's yard. -
Well worth a poor man's taking. Fairies and gods, Look, look, a mouse! Peace, peace ; – this piece of
Prosper it with thee! Go thou farther oil;

toasted cheese will do't. - There's my gauntlet; I'll
Bid me farewell, and let me hear thee going! prove it on a giant. — Bring up the brown bills. -
Eig. Now fare you well, goud sir! (Seems to go.o, well flown, bird! – i'the clout, i'the clout!
Glo. With all my heart !

hewgh! - Give the word!
Edf. Why I do trifle thus with his despair, Edg. Sweet marjoram.
Is done to cure it.

Lear. Pass.
Glo. O you mighty gods!

Glo. I know that voice.
This world I do renounce; and, in your sights, Lear. Ha! Goneril!-- with a white beard! – They
Shake patiently my great affliction oli;

flatter'd me like a dog; and told me I had white If I could bear it longer, and not fall

hairs in my beard, ere the black ones were there. To quarrel with your great opposeless wills, To say, ay, and no, to every thing I said! — Ay My snuff, and loathed part of nature, should and no, too, was no good divinity. When the rain Burn itself out. If Edgar live, o, bless him! - came to wet me once, and the wind to make me Now, fellow, fare the well! (He leaps and falls along. chatter; when the thunder would not peace at my Edg. Gone, sir ? farewell!

bidding; there I found them, there I smelt them And yet I know not how conceit may rob

out. Go to, they are not men o'their words; they The treasury of life, when life itself

told me I was every thing; 'tis a lie; I am not
Yields to the theft. Had he been where he thought, ague-proof.
By this, had thonght been past. — Alive, or dead ? Glo. The trick of that voice I do well remember:
Ho, you sir! friend! - Hear you, sir? — speak! Is't not the king ?
Thus might he pass indeed : yet he revives : Lear. Ay, every inch a king:
What are you, sir?

When I do stare, see, how the subject quakes.
Glo. Away, and let me die !

I pardon that man's life. What was thy cause?
Edg. Had'st thou been aught but gossamer, fea- Adultery:-
thers, air,

Thou shalt not die: die for adultery! No!
So many fathom down precipitating,

The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly
Thou had'st shiver'd like an egg : but thou dost Does lecher in my sight.
breathe;

Let copulation thrive, for Gloster's bastard son Ilast heavy substance ; bleed'st not; speak’st; art Was kinder to his father, than my daughters , sound.

Got 'tween the lawful sheets.
Ten masts at each make not the altitude,

To't, luxury, pell-mell, for I lack soldiers.- -
Which thou hast perpendicularly fell;

Pchold yon' simpering dame,
Thy life's a miracie. Speak yet again!

Whose face between her forks presageth snow;
Glo. But have I fallen, or no?

That minces virtue, and does shake the head
Edg. From the dread summit of this chalky hourn; To hear of pleasure's name ;
Look up a-height:- the shrill-gorg'd lark so far The fitchew, nor the soil'd horse, goes to't
Cannot be seen or heard : do but look up. With a more riotous appetite.
Glo. Alack, I have no eyes !

Down from the waist they are centanrs,
Is wretchedness deprived that benefit,

Though women all above:
To end itself by death? 'Twas yet some comfort, But to the girdle do the gods inherit,
When misery could beguile the tyrant's rage, Beneath is all the fiends'; there's hell, there's darkness,
Aud frustrate his proud will.

there is the sulphurous pit, burning, scalding, Eug. Give me your arın!

stench, consumption. — Fye, fye, fye! pah; pah! Up! - So!

How is't? Feel you your legs? You Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to stand.

sweeten my imagination: there's money for thee ! Glo. Too well, too well!

Glo. O let me kiss that hand !
Edg. This is above all strangeness.

Lear. Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality.
Upon the crown o’the cliff, what thing was that Glo. O ruin’d piece of nature! This great world
Which parted from you?

Shall so wear out to nought. - Dost thou know me?
Glo. A poor unfortunate beggar.

Lear. I remember thine eyes well enough. Dost
Edg. As I stood here below, methought, his eyes thou squiny at me? No, do thy worst, blind Cupid !
Were two full moons; he had a thousand noses, I'll not love. Read thou this challenge; mark
Horns whelk’d, and wav'd like the enridged sea; but the penuing of it.
It was some fiend: therefore, thou happy father, Glo. Were all the letters suns, I could not see one.
Think, that the clearest gods, who make them honour3 Edg. I would not take this from report; - it is,
of men's impossibilities, have preserv'd thee. And my heart breaks at it.

Glo. I do remember now: henceforth I'll bear Lear. Read !
Affliction, till it do cry out itself,

Glo. What, with the case of eyes ?
Enough, enough, and die. That thing you speak of Lear. 0, ho, are you there with me? No eyes in
I took it for a man; often 'twould say,

your head, uor no money in your purse? Your eyes
The fiend, the fiend! he led me to that place. are in a heavy case, your purse in a light: yet you
Edg. Bear free and patient thoughts. But who see how this world goes.
comes here?

Glo. I see it feelingly.
Enter Lrar, fantastically dressed up with flowers. Lear. What, art mad? A man may see how this
The safer sense will ne'er accommodate

world goes, with no eyes. Look with thine ears : His master thus.

see how yon' justice rails upon yon simple thief. Lear. No, they cannot touch me for coining; Hark, in thine ear. Change places; and, handyI am the king himself.

dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief ?-Edg. 0 thou side-piercing sight!

Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar? Leur. Nature's above art in that respect. - There's Glo. Ay, sir! your press-money. That fellow handles his bow! Leur. And the creature run from the cur? There

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