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might'st behold the great image of authority; a dog's obeyed
Edg. O, matter and impertinency mixed !
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 me.
Glo. Alack, alack the day!
Lear. When we are born, we cry, that we are come To this great stage of fools. This a good block ? It were à delicate stratagem to shoe A troop of horse with felt. I'll put it in proof; And when I have stolen upon these sons-in-law, Then, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill.
Enter a Gentleman, with Attendants.
Lear. No rescue? What, a prisoner? I am even
You shall have any thing.
To thisWhen wack the "z preach
I will be jovial; come, come; I am a king,
Gent. You are a royal one, and we obey you.
Lear. Then there's life in it. Nay, an you get it, you shall get it by running. Sa, sa, sa, sa.
[Exit, running ; Attendants follow. Gent. A sight most pitiful in the meanest wretch; Past speaking of in a king !- Thou hast one daughter, Who' redeems nature from the general curse Which twain have brought her to.
Edg. Hail, gentle sir. . Gent. . Sir, speed you; what's your will ? Edy. Do you hear aught, sir, of a battle toward ? Gent. Most sure and vulgar; every one hears that, Which can distinguish sound. Edg.
But, by your favor,
Gent. Near, and on speedy foot; the main descry
I thank you, sir; that's all.
I thank you, sir. [Exit Gent. Glo. You ever-gentle gods, take my breath from me; Let not my worser spirit tempt me again To die before you please! Edg.
. Well pray you, father. Glo. Now, good sir, what are you?
Edg. A most poor man, made lame by fortune's blows;
A proclaimed prize! Most happy! That eyeless head of thine was first framed flesh To raise my fortunes.—Thou old unhappy traitor, Briefly thyself remember.—The sword is out That must destroy thee.
Now let thy friendly hand Put strength enough to it.
[EDGAR opposes. Stew.
Wherefore, bold peasant, Dar'st thou support a published traitor ? Hence;
Lest that the infection of his fortune take
Edg. Ch’ill not let go, zir, without vurther 'casion.
Edg. Good gentleman, go your gait, and let poor volk pass. And ch'ud ha' been zwaggered out of my life, 'twould not ha' been zo long as 'tis by a vortnight. Nay, come not near the old man; keep out, che vor'ye, or ise try whether your costard 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. [They fight ; and EDGAR knocks him down.
Stew. Slave, thou hast slain me.— Villain, take my purse;
Edg. I know thee well; a serviceable villain ;
What, is he dead?
[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 done, if he return the conqueror. Then am I the prisoner, and his bed my jail; from the loathed warmth whereof, deliver me, and supply the place for your labor.
Your wife, (so I would say,) and your . affectionate servant,
GONERIL. O undistinguished space of woman's will! A plot upon her virtuous husband's life; And the exchange, my brother ! — Here, in the sands, Thee I'll rake up, the post unsanctified Of murderous lechers; and, in the mature time, With this ungracious paper strike the sight Of the death-practised duke: for him 'tis well,
That of thy death and business I can tell.
[Exit EDGAR, dragging out the body.
Give me your hand;
SCENE VII. A Tent in the French Camp. LEAR on a bed asleep: Physician, Gentleman, and others attending.
Enter CORDELIA and Kent.
Kent. To be acknowledged, madam, is o’erpaid.
Be better suited.
Pardon me, dear madam;
[To the Physician. Phys. Madam, sleeps still. Cor.
O you kind gods,
So please your majesty, That we may wake the king ? he hath slept long
Cor. Be governed by your knowledge, and proceed I'the sway of your own will. Is he arrayed ?
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.
Cor. Very well.
Cor. O my dear father! Restoration, hang
Kind and dear princess!
Phys. Madam, do you; 'tis fittest.
Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o’the grave. -
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?
O, look upon me, sir,
Pray, do not mock me.
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