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Edm. Persuade me to the murder of your lord- | 'Tis they have put him on the old man's death, ship;

To have the waste and spoil of his revenues. But that I told him, the revenging gods

I have this present evening from my sister 'Gainst parricides did all their thunders bend; Been well informid. of them; and with such Spoke, with how manifold and strong a bond

cautions, The child was bound to the father ; — Sir, in fine, That, if they come to sojourn at my house, Seeing how loathly opposite I stood

I'll not be there. To his unnatural purpose, in fell motion,


Nor I, assure thee, Regan. With his prepared sword, he charges hotne Edmund, I hear that you have shown your father My unprovided body, lanc'd mine arm :

A child-like office. But when he saw my best alarum'd spirits,


'Twas my duty, sir. Bold in the quarrel's right, rous'd to the encounter, Glo. He did bewray his practice ; and received Or whether gasted by the noise I made,

This hurt you see, striving to apprehend him. Full suddenly he fled.

Corn. Is he pursued ?
Let him fly far:


Ay, my good lord, he is. Not in this land shall he remain uncaught ;

Corn. If he be taken, he shall never more And found — Despatch. - The noble duke my Be fear'd of doing harm : make your own purpose, master,

How in my strength you please. - For you, EdMy worthy arch and patron, comes to-night :

mund, By his authority I will proclaim it,

Whose virtue and obedience doth this instant That he, which finds him, shall deserve our thanks, So much commend itself, you shall be cuts ; Bringing the murderous coward to the stake; Natures of such deep trust we shall much need; He, that conceals him, death.

You we first seize on. Edm. When I dissuaded him from his intent, Edm.

I shall serve you, sir, And found him pight to do it, with curst speech Truly, however else. I threaten'd to discover him: He replied,


For him I thank your grace. Thou unpossessing bastard ! dost thou think,

Corn. You know not why we came to visit If I would stand against thee, would the reposal

you, Of any trust, virtue, or worth, in thee

Reg. Thus out of season; threading darkey'd Make thy words faith'd ? No : what I should deny,

night. (As this I would ; ay, though thou didst produce Occasions, noble Gloster, of some poize, My very character,) I'd turn it all

Wherein we must have use of your advice : To thy suggestion, plot, and damned practice : Our father he hath writ, so hath our sister, And thou must make a dullard of the world, Of differences, which I best thought it fit If they not thought the profits of my death

To answer from our home; the several messengers Were very pregnant and potential spurs

From hence attend despatch. Our good old friend, To make thee seek it.

Lay comforts to your bosom; and bestow Glo.

Strong and fasten'd villain ! Your needful counsel to our business,
Would he deny bis letter? I never got him. Which craves the instant use.

[Trumpets within.

I serve you, madan: Hark, the duke's trumpets ! I know not why he Your graces are right welcome. Exeunt. All ports I'll bar ; the villain shall not 'scape ;

SCENE II. — Before Gloster's Castle. The duke must grant me that: besides, his picture I will send far and near, that all the kingdom

Enter Kent and Steward, seterally. May have due note of him; and of my land, Stew. Good dawning to thee, friend : Art of the Loyal and natural boy, I'll work the means

house? To make thee capable.

Kent. Ay.

Stew. Where may we set our horses? Enter CORNWALL, Regan, and Attendants.

Kent. I'the mire.. Corn. How now, my noble friend ? since I came Slew. Pr’ythee, if thou love me, tell me. hither,

Kent. I love thee not. (Which I can call but now,). I have heard strange Stew. Why, then I care not for thee.

Kent. If I had thee in Lipsbury pinfald, I would Reg. If it be true, all vengeance comes too short, make thee care for me. Which can pursue the offender.

How dost, my

Stew. Why dost thou use me thus ? I love lord ?

thee not. Glo. 0, madam, my old heart is crack'd, is Kent. Fellow, I know thee. crack'd!

Stew. What dost thou know me for? Reg. What, did my father's godson seek your life ! Kent. A knave; a rascal, an eater of brake He whom my father nam'd ? your Edgar? meats; a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, threes

Glo. O, lady, lady, shame would have it hid ! hundred-pound, filthy worsted-stocking kasse; Reg. Was he not companion with the riotous lily-liver'd, action-taking knave ; a whorson. glas knights

gazing, superserviceable, finical rogue ; opetrol. That tend upon my father?

inheriting slave; one that would'st be a bewd Gle.

I know not, madam : way of good service, and art nothing but the on It is too bad, too bad.

position of a knave, beggar, coward, pander. Edm.

Yes, madam, he was. the son and heir of a mongrel bitch: one sboa Reg. No marvel then, though he were all af: will beat into clamorous whining, i shou dy's fected ;

the least syllable of thy addition.

comes :


Stero. Why, what a monstrous fellow art thou, Corn. What, art thou mad, old fellow? thus to rail on one, that is neither known of thee, Glo.

How fell you out ? nor knows thee?.

Say that. Kent. What a brazen-faced varlet art thou, to Kent. No contraries hold more antipathy, deny thou know'st me? Is it two days ago, since I Than I and such a knave. tripp'd up thy heels, and beat thee, before the king ? Corn. Why dost thou call him knave? What's Draw, you rogue : for, though it be night, the

his offence ? moon shines; I'll make a sop o'the moonshine of Kent. His countenance likes me not. you: Draw, you whorson cullionly barber-monger, Corn. No more, perchance, does mine, or his, draw. [Drawing his sword.

or hers. Stew. Away; I have nothing to do with thee. Kent. Sir, 'tis my occupation to be plain ;

Kent. Draw, you rascal : you come with letters I have seen better faces in my time, against the king, and take vanity the puppet's part, Than stands on any shoulder that I see against the royalty of her father : Draw, you rogue, Before me at this instant. or I'll so carbonado your shanks :— draw, you Corn.

This is some fellow, rascal : : come your ways.

Who, having been prais'd for bluntness, doth affect Stew. Help, ho! murder! help!

A saucy roughness; and constrains the garb, Kent. Strike, you slave ; stand, rogue, stand ; Quite from his nature : He cannot flatter, he ! you neat slave, strike.

[Beating him. An honest mind and plain, - he must speak truth : Stew. Help, ho! murder! murder !

An they will take it, so; if not, he's plain.

These kind of knaves I know, which in this Enter EDMUND, CORNWALL, REGAN, GLOSTER,

plainness and Servants.

Harbour more craft, and more corrupter ends, Edm. How now? What's the matter? Part. Than twenty silly ducking observants,

Kent. With you, goodman boy, if you please ; That stretch their duties nicely.
come, I'll flesh you; come on, young master. Kent. Sir, in good sooth, in sincere verity,

Glo. Weapons! arms! What's the matter here ? Under the allowance of your grand aspect,
Corn. Keep peace, upon your lives;

Whose influence, like the wreath of radiant fire
He dies, that strikes again : What is the matter ? On flickering Phæbus' front,
Reg. The messengers from our sister and the Corn.

What mean'st by this? king.

Kent. To go out of my dialect, which you disCorn. What is your difference? speak.

commend so much. I know, sir, I am no Hatterer : Stew. I am scarce in breath, my lord.

he that beguiled you, in a plain accent, was a plain Kent. No marvel, you have so bestirr'd your va- knave : which, for my part, I will not be, though I lour. You cowardly rascal, nature disclaims in thee; should win your displeasure to entreat me to it. a tailor made thee.

Corn. What was the offence you gave him? Corn. Thou art a strange fellow : a tailor make a Slew.

Never any : man ?

It pleas'd the king his master, very late, Kent. Ay, a tailor, sir ; a stone-cutter, or a To strike at me, upon his misconstruction ; painter, could not have made him so ill, though When he, conjunct, and flattering his displeasure, they had been but two hours at the trade.

Tripp'd me behind : being down, insulted, rail'd, Corn. Speak yet, how grew your quarrel ? And put upon him such a deal of man, Stew. This ancient ruffian, sir, whose life I have That worthy'd him, got praises of the king spar'd,

For him attempting who was self-subdu'd ; At suit of his grey beard,

And, in the fleshment of this dread exploit, Kent. Thou whoreson zed ! thou unnecessary let-Drew on me here. ter!-- My lord, if you will give me leave, I will Kent. None of these rogues, and cowards, tread this unbolted villain into mortar, and daub But Ajax is their fool. the wall of a jakes with him.

Spare my grey

Fetch forth the stocks, ho ! beard, you wagtail ?

You stubborn ancient knave, you reverent braggart, Corn. Peace, sirrah !

We'll teach you You beastly knave, know you no reverence ?


Sir, I am too old to learn : Kent. Yes, sir ; but anger has a privilege. Call not your stocks for me : I serve the king ; Corn. Why art thou angry?

On whose employment I was sent to you: Kent. That 'such a slave as this should wear a You shall do small respect, show too bold malice sword,

Against the grace and person of my master, Who wears no honesty. Such smiling rogues as Stocking his messenger. these,


Fetch forth the stocks : Like rats, oft bite the holy cords atwain

As I've life and honour, there shall he sit till noon. Which are too intrinse t’unloose : smooth every Reg. Till noon! till night, my lord ; and all night

passion That in the natures of their lords rebels ;

Kent. Why, madam, if I were your father's dog, Bring oil to fire, snow to their colder moods ; You should not use me so. Renege, affirm, and turn their halcyon beaks Reg.

Sir, being his knave, I will. Vith every gale and vary of their masters,

(Stocks brought out. is knowing nought, like dogs, but following. Corn. This is a fellow of the self-same colour plague upon your epileptick visage !

Our sister speaks of: - Come, bring away the mile you my speeches, as I were a fool ?

stocks. loose, if I had you upon Sarum plain,

Glo. Let me beseech your grace not to do so : - drive ye cackling home to Camelot.

His fault is much, and the good king his master

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Will check him for't: your purpos'd low correc- SCENE IV. Before Gloster's Castle.

tion Is such, as basest and contemned'st wretches,

Enter LEAR, Fool, and Gentleman. For pilferings and most common trespasses,

Lear. 'Tis strange, that they should so depart Are punish'd with : the king must take it ill,

from home, That he's so slightly valued in his messenger,

And not send back my messenger. Should have him thus restrain'd.


As I learn'd, Corn.

I'll answer that. The night before there was no purpose in thern Reg. My sister may receive it much more worse,

Of this remove. To have her gentleman abus'd, assaulted,


Hail to thee, noble master ! For following her affairs. — Put in his legs.

Lear. How ! (Kent is put in the stocks. Mak'st thou this shame thy pastime? Come, my good lord ; away.


No, my lad. [Exeunt Regax and CORNWALL. Fool. Ha, ha; look! he wears cruel garters! Glo. I am sorry for thee, friend ; 'tis the duke's Horses are tied by the heads ; dogs, and bears, by pleasure,

the neck; monkies by the loins, and men by the Whose disposition, all the world well knows, legs : when a man is over-lusty at legs, then he Will not be rubb’d, nor stopp'd : I'll entreat for wears wooden nether-stocks. thee.

Lear. What's he, that hath so much thy plac Kent. Pray, do not, sir : I have watch'd, and

mistook travell'd hard;

To set thee here?
Some time I shall sleep out, the rest I'll whistle. Kent.

It is both be and she
A good man's fortune may grow out at heels : Your son and daughter.
Give you good morrow !

Lear. No. Glo. The duke's to blame in this ; 'twill be ill Kent. Yes. taken.


Lear. No, I say. Kent. Good king, that must approve the com

Kent. I say, yea. mon saw!

Lear. No, no; they would not, Thou out of heaven's benediction com'st

Kent. Yes, they have To the warm sun !

Lear. By Jupiter, I swear, do Approach, thou beacon to this under globe,

Kent. By Juno, I swear, ay. That by thy comfortable beams I may

Lear. They durst not do't ;
Peruse this letter! - Nothing almost sees miracles, They could not, would not do't; tis worse than
But misery : - - I know,

om Cordelia ;

murder, Who hath most fortunately been inform'd

To do upon respect such violent outrage : Of my obscured course ; and shall find time Resolve me, with all modest haste, which way From this enormous state, - seeking to give Thou might'st deserve, or they impose, this usage, Losses their remedies :- All weary and o'er-watch'd, Coming from us. Take vantage, heavy eyes, not to behold


My lord, when at their home This shameful lodging.

I did commend your highness' letters to them, Fortune, good night; smile once more; turn thy Ere I was risen from the place that show'd wheel!

(He sleeps. My duty kneeling, came there a reeking posto

Stew'd in his haste, half breathless, panting furth SCENE III.-A Part of the Heath.

From Goneril his mistress, salutations;

Deliver'd letters, spite of intermission,
Enter EDGAR,

Which presently they read : on whose contents Edg. I heard myself proclaim'd;

They summon'd up their meiny, straight make And, by the happy hollow of a tree,

horse; Escap'd the hunt. No port is free ; no place, Commanded me to follow, and attend That guard, and most unusual vigilance,

The leisure of their answer; gave me cold looks : Does not attend my taking. While I may scape,

And meeting here the other messenger, I will preserve myself: and am bethought Whose welcome, I perceiv'd, had poison'd mise, To take the basest and most poorest shape,

(Being the very fellow that of late That ever penury, in contempt of man,

Display'd so saucily against your highness,) Brought near to beast : my face I'll grime with Having more man than wit about me, drew; filth;

He rais'd the house with loud and coward cries: Blanket my loins ; elf all my hair in knots ; Your son and daughter found this trespass worth And with presented nakedness out-face

The shame which here it suffers. The winds, and persecutions of the sky.

Fool. Winter's not gone yet, if the wild geese & The country gives me proof and precedent

that way. Of Bedlam beggars, who, with roaring voices,

Fathers, that wear rags, Strike in their numb'd and mortified bare arms

Do make their children blind; Pins, wooden pricks, nails, sprigs of rosemary ;

But fathers, that bear bags, And with this horrible object, from low farms,

Shall see their children kind. Poor pelting villages, sheep-cotes and mills,

Fortune, that arrant whore, Sometime with lunatick bans, sometime with prayers,

Ne'er turns the key to the poor. Enforce their charity.. - Poor Turlygood! poor But, for all this, thou shalt have as many dalur Tom !

for thy daughters, as thou can'st tell in a yes. That's something yet ;- Edgar I nothing am. Lear. O, how this mother swells up towady


heart !

Till it cry:

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Hysterica passio ! - down, thou climbing sorrow, Is practice only. Give me my servant forth :
Thy element's below! - Where is this daughter? Go, tell the duke and his wife, I'd speak with them,
Kent. With the earl, sir, here within.

Now, presently: bid them come forth and hear me, Lear.

Follow me not; Or at their chamber door I'll beat the drum, Stay here.


Sleep to death. Gent. Made you no more offence than what you Glo. I'd have all well betwixt you. (Erit. speak of ?

Lear. O mę, my heart, my rising heart! - but, Kent. None.

down. How chance the king comes with so small a train ? Fool. Cry to it, nuncle, as the cockney did to the

Fool. An thou hadst been set i'the stocks for that eels, when she put them i' the paste alive; she rapp'd question, thou hadst well deserved it.

'em o' the coxcombs with a stick, and cry'd, Down, Kent. Why, fool ?

wantons, down : 'Twas her brother, that, in pure Fool. We'll set thee to school to an aunt, to teach kindness to his horse, butter'd his hay. thee there's no labouring in the winter. All that follow their noses are led by their eyes, but blind | Enter Cornwall, Regan, GLOSTER, and Servants. men; and there's not a nose among twenty, but can Lear. Good morrow to you both. smell him that's stinking. Let go thy hold, when Corn.

Hail to your grace ! a great wheel runs down a hill, Icst it break thy

[Kent is set at liberty. neck with following it; but the great one that goes Reg. I am glad to see your highness. up the hill, let him draw thee after. When a wise Lear. Regan, I think you are; I know what man gives thee better counsel, give me mine again : I would have none but knaves follow it, since a fool I have to think so ; if thou should'st not be glad, gives it.

I would divorce me from thy mother's tomb, That, sir, which serves and seeks for gain, Sepúlch'ring an adultress. — 0, are you free? And follows but for form,

[To KEXT. Will pack, when it begins to rain,

Some other time for that. Beloved Regan,
And leave thee in the storm.

Thy sister's naught: 0 Regan, she bath tied
But I will tarry; the fool will stay,

Sharp-tooth'd unkindness, like a vulture, here,
And let the wise man fly:

[Points to his heart. The knave turns fool, that runs away;

I can scarce speak to thee; thou'lt not believe, The fool no knave, perdy.

Of how deprav'd a quality - O Regan ! Kent. Where learn'd you this, fool ?

Reg. I pray you, sir, take patience ; I have hope, Fool. Not i' the stocks, fool.

You less know how to value her desert,

Than she to scant her duty.
Re-enter LEAR, with GLOSTER.'


Say, how is that? Lear. Deny to speak with me? They are sick ? Reg. I cannot think, my sister in the least they are weary?

Would fail her obligation : If, sir, perchance, They have travell d hard to-night? Mere fetches; She have restrain’d the riots of your followers, The images of revolt and flying off!

'Tis on such ground, and to such wholesome end, Fetch me a better answer.

As clears her from all blame.
My dear lord,

Lear. My curses on her !
-You know the fiery quality of the duke;


O, sir, you are old; How unremoveable and fix'd he is

Nature in you stands on the very verge In his own course.

Of her confine: you should be rul'd, and led Lear. Vengeance! plague! death! confusion ! By some discretion, that discerns your state Fiery? what quality ? wiis, Gloster, Gloster, Better than you yourself: Therefore, I pray you, I'd speak with the duke vi Cornwall, and his wife. That to our sister you do make return : .. Gly. Well, my goul lord, I have informa Say, you have wrong'd her, sir. them so.


Ask her forgivene :s ? Lear. Inform'd thein ! Dost thou understand me, Do you but mark bow this becomes the house ? man ?

Dear daughter, I confess that I am old; Gło. Ay, my good lord.

Age is unnecessary : on my knees I beg, (Kneeling. Lear. The king would speak with Cornwall; the That you'll nuchsafe me raiment, bed, and food. dear father

Reg. Good sir, no more; these are unsightly tricks: Would with his daughter speak, commands her Return you to my sister. service :


Never, Regan : Are they inform'd of this? My breath and She hath abated me of half my train ; : blood !

Look'd black upon me; struck me with her tongue, Fiery ? the fiery duke ? Tell the hot duke, that - Most serpent-like, upon the very heart :No, but not yet : - may be, he is not well : All the stor'd vengeances of heaven fall Infirmity doth still neglect all office,

On her ingrateful top! Strike her young bones, Whereto our health is bound; we are not ourselves, You taking airs, with lameness ! When nature, being oppress'd, commands the mind Corn.

Fye, fye, fye! To suffer with the body: I'll forbear ;

Lear. You nimble lightnings, dart your blinding And am fallen out with my more headier will,

flames To take the indispos'd and sickly fit

Into her scornful eyes! Infect her beauty, For the sound man. — Death on my state ! wherefore You fen-suck'd fogs, drawn by the powerful sun,

(Looking on KENT. To fall and blast her pride! Should he sit here? This act persuades me,


O the blest gods ! That this romotion of the duke and her

So will you wish on me, when ihc rash moosi's one

slack you,

Lear. No, Regan, thou shalt never have my curse; Or, rather, a disease that's in my flesh,
Thy tender-hefted nature shall not give

Which I must needs call mine; thou art a boil,
Thee o'er to harshness ; her eyes are fierce, but thine A plague-sore, an embossed carbuncle,
Do comfort, and not burn : Tis not in thee In my corrupted blood. But I'll not chide thee;
To grudge my pleasures, to cut off my train, Let shame come when it will, I do not call it :
To bandy hasty words, to scant my sizes,

I do not bid the thunder-bearer shoot, And, in conclusion, to oppose the bolt

Nor tell tales of thee to high-judging Jove : Against my coming in : thou better know'st Mend, when thou canst; be better, at thy leisure: The offices of nature, bond of childhood,

I can be patient; I can stay with Regan, Effects of courtesy, dues of gratitude ;

I, and my hundred knights. Thy half o' the kingdom hast thou not forgot, Reg.

Not altogether so, sis; Wherein I thee endow'd.

I look'd not for you yet, nor am provided Reg.

Good sir, to the purpose. For your fit welcome : Give ear, sir, to my sister ;

[Trumpets wilhin. For those that mingle reason with your passion, Lear. Who put my man i' the stocks ?

Must be content to think you old, and so —
What trumpet's that? But she knows what she does.


Is this well spoken now? Enter Steward.

Reg. I dare avouch it, sir: What, fifty followers? Reg. I know't, my sister's: this approves her Is it not well? What should you need of more? letter,

Yea, or so many? sith that both charge and danger That she would soon be here. Is your lady come? Speak 'gainst so great a number? How, in one Lear. This is a slave, whose easy-borrow'd pride

house, Dwells in the fickle grace of her he follows: Should-many people, under two commands, Out, varlet, from my sight!

Hold amity ? 'Tis hard ; almost impossible. Corn.

What means your grace ? Gon. Why might not you, my lord, receive at Lear. Who stock'd my servant? Regan, I have

tendance good hope

From those that she calls servants, or from mine? Thou didst not know of t. - Who comes here? O, Reg. Why not, my lord ? If then they clane'd to heavens,

We could control them: If you will come to me, Enter GONERIL.

(For now I spy a danger,) I entreat you If you do love old men, if your sweet sway To bring but five and twenty; to no more Allow obedience, if yourselves are old,

Will I give place, or notice. Make it your cause ; send down, and take my Lear. I gave you all part !


And in good time you gave it Art not asham'd to look upon this beard ? - Lear. Made you my guardians, my depositaries;

[To GONERIL. But kept a reservation to be follow'd 0, Regan, wilt thou take her by the hand ? With such a number : What, must I come to you Gun. Why not by the hand, sir ? How have I With five and twenty, Regan? said you so ? offended ?

Reg. And speak it again, my lord; no more with All's not offence, that indiscretion finds, And dotage terms só.

Lear. Those wicked creatures yet do look wellLear. 0, sides, you are too tough!

favour'd, Will you yet hold? - How came my man is the When others are more wicked; not being the worst, stocks?

Stands in some rank of praise : — I'll go with thee; Corn. I set him there, sir: but his own disorders

(To Gom Deserv'd much less advancement.

Thy fifty yet doth double five and twenty, Lear.

You ! did you? And thou art twice her love. Reg. I pray you, father, being weak, seem so. Gon.

Hear me, my lord; If, till the expiration of your month,

What need you five and twenty, ten, or fire,
You will return and sojourn with my sister, To follow in a house, where twice so many
Dismissing half your train, come then to me; Have a command to tend you ?
I am now from home, and out of that provision Reg.

What need one? Which shall be needful for your entertainment. Lear. O, reason not the need : our basest begun

Lear. Return to her, and fifty men dismiss'd ? Are in the poorest thing superfluous : No, rather I abjure all roofs, and choose

Allow not nature more than nature needs, To wage against the enmity o'the air;

Man's life is cheap as beast's: thou art a lads : To be a comrade with the wolf and owl,

If only to go warm were gorgeous, Necessity's sharp pinch! - Return with her ? Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous rer's Why, the hot-blooded France, that dowerless took Which scarcely keeps thee warm. - But, for true Our youngest born, I could as well be brought

need, To knee his throne, and, squire-like, pension beg You heavens, give me that patience, patience I seed! To keep base life afoot : - Return with her? You see me here, you gods, a poor old man Persuade me rather to be slave and sumpter As full of grief as age; wretched in both ! To this detested groom. (Looking on the Steward. If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts Gon.

At your choice, sir. Against their father, fool me not so much Lear. I prythee, daughter, do not make me mad; To bear it tamely; touch me with noble age 1 I will not trouble thee, my child; farewell : 0, let not women's weapons, water drops, We'll no more meet, no more see one another : Stain my man's cheeks ! - No, you unntun But yet thou art my flesh, my blood, my daughter ; I will have such revenges on you both,


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