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In his anointed flesh stick boarish fangs.
The sea, with such a storm as his bare head
In hell-black night endur'd, would have buoy'd Slew. My lord of Gloster hath convey'd him
up, hence :
And quench'd the stelled fires : yet, poor old Some five or six and thirty of his knights,
heart, Hot questrists after him, met him at gate;
He holp the heavens to rain. Who, with some other of the lord's dependants, If wolves had at thy gate howl'd that stern time, Are gone with him towards Dover; where they Thou should'st have said, Good porter, turn thei boast
All cruels else subscrib'd: - But I shall be To have well-armed friends.
The winged vengeance overtake such children. Corn.
Get horses for your mistress. Corn. See it shalt thou never : - Fellows, bold Gon. Farewell, sweet lord, and sister.
the chair : [Ereunt GONERIL and EDMUND. Upon these eyes of thine I'll set my foot. Corn. Edmund, farewell, - Go, seek the traitor
(GLOSTER is held down in his chair, while Gloster,
CORNWALL plucks out one of his eyes ; Pinion him like a thief, bring him before us :
and sets his foot on it. (E.reunt other Servants. Glo. He, that will think to live till he be old, Though well we may not pass upon his life Give me some help: - O cruel! O ye gods ! Without the form of justice; yet our power
Reg. One side will mock another; the other Shall do a courtesy to our wrath, which men May blame, but not control. Who's there? The Corn. If you see vengeance, traitor ?
Hold your hand, my lord;
I have serv'd you ever since I was a child;
But better service have I never done you
Than now to bid you hold. Corn. Bind fast his corky arms.
How now, you dog? Glo. What mean your graces ?
Serv. If you did wear a beard upon your friends, consider
chin, You are my guests : do me no foul play, friends. I'd shake it on this quarrel : What do you • Corn. Bind him, I say. (Servants bind him.
Hard, hard : – O filthy traitor! Corn. My villain ! [Draws, and runs at his. Glo. Unmerciful lady as you are, I am none. Serv. Nay, then come on, and take the chance di Corn. To this chair bind him: - Villain, thou
anger. shalt find [REGAN plucks his beard. (Draws. They fight. CORNWALL is sokaded. Glo. By the kind gods, 'tis most ignobly done Reg. Give me thy sword. -[ To another Serrant.] To pluck me by the beard.
A peasant stand up thus ! Reg. So white, and such a traitor!
(Snatches a sword, comes behind, and stabs kis Glo.
Naughty lady, Serv. 0, I am slain ! - My lord, you have coe These hairs, which thou dost ravish from my chin,
To see some mischief on him :-0! [Die Will quicken, and accuse thee: I am your host ; Corn. Lest it see more, prevent it: - Out, vile With robbers' hands, my hospitable favours
jelly! You should not ruffle thus. What will you do? Where is thy lustre now? Corn. Come, sir, what letters had you late from
[Tears out GLOSTER's other eye, and trous France ?
it on the ground. Reg. Be simple-answer'd, for we know the Glo. All dark and comfortless. - Where's my truth.
son Edmund ? Corn. And what confederacy have you with the Edmund, enkindle all the sparks of nature, traitors
To quit this horrid act. Late footed in the kingdom ?
Out, treacherous villain ! Reg. To whose hands have you sent the lunatick Thou call'st on him that hates thee: it was he king?
That made the overture of thy treasons to us; Speak.
Who is too good to pity thee. Glo. I have a letter guessingly set down,
O my follies! Which came from one that's of a neutral heart, Then Edgar was abus'd. And not from one oppos'd.
Kind gods, forgive me that, and prosper him! Corn. Cunning.
Reg. Go, thrust him out at gates, and let him Reg.
smell Corn. Where hast thou sent the king?
His way to Dover. — How'st, my lord? How lank Glo. To Dover.
Wherefore Corn. Í have receiv'd a burt: - Follow me To Dover? Wast thou not charg'd at thy peril
lady. Corn. Wherefore to Dover ? Let him first answer Turn out that eyeless villain ;- throw this slave that.
Upon the dunghill. Regan, I bleed space : Glo. I am tied to the stake, and I must stand the Untimely comes this hurt: Give me your art.
[Exit CORNWALL, led by Regan; – Servants Reg. Wherefore to Dover?
unbind GLOSTER, and lead him sal. Glo. Because I would not see thy cruel nails Pluck out his poor old eyes; nor thy fierce sister
I Serv. I'll never care what wickedness I do If this man come to good.
If she live long, To lead him where he would ; his roguish madness And, in the end, meet the old course of death, Allows itself to any thing. Women will all turn monsters.
2 Serv. Go thou; I'll fetch some flax, and whites I Sery. Let's follow the old earl, and get the Bedlam
To apply to his bleeding face. Now, heaven help him !
SCENE I. -The Heath.
Glo.. Then, pr’ythee, get thee gone : If, for my
sake, Enter EDGAR.
Thou wilt o'ertake us, hence a mile or twain, Edg. Yet better thus, and known to be con- I' the way to Dover, do it for ancient love ; temn'd,
And bring some covering for this naked soul, Than still contemn'd and flatter'd. To be worst,
Whom I'll entreat to lead me. The lowest, and most dejected thing of fortune,
Alack, sir, he's mad. Stands still in esperance, lives not in fear :
Glo. 'Tis the times' plague, when madmen lead The lamentable change is from the best ;
the blind. The worst returns to laughter. Welcome then, Do as I bid thee, or rather do thy pleasure ; Thou unsubstantial air, that I embrace !
Above the rest, be gone.
Glo. Sirrah, naked fellow.
Edg. Poor Tom's a-cold. - I cannot daub it My father, poorly led ? — World, world, O world!
[Aside. But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee, Glo. Come hither, fellow. Life would not yield to age.
Edg. (Aside.) And yet I must. - Bless thy sweet Old Man. O my good lord, I have been your
eyes, they bleed. tenant, and your father's tenant, these fourscore Glo. Know'st thou the way to Dover ? years.
Edg. Both stile and gate, horse-way, and footGlo. Away, get thee away; good friend, be gone; path. Poor Tom hath been scared out of his good Thy comforts can do me no good at all,
wits : Bless the good man from the foul fiend! Five Thee they may hurt.
fiends have been in poor Tom at once; of lust, as Old Man. Alack, sir, you cannot see your way. Obidicut; Hobbididance, prince of dumbness; Mahu,
Glo. I have no way, and therefore want no eyes ; of stealing; Modo, of murder ; and Flibbertigibbet, I stumbled when I saw : Full oft 'tis seen, of mopping and mowing ; who since possesses chamOur mean secures us; and our mere defects ber-maids and waiting-women. So, bless thee, Prove our commodities. —Ah, dear son Edgar, master! The food of thy abused father's wrath!
Glo. Here, take this purse, thou whom the hea. Might I but live to see thee in my touch,
ven's plagues I'd say, I had eyes again!
Have humbled to all strokes : that I am wretched, Old Man.
How now? Who's there? Makes thee the happier : – Heavens, deal so still! Edg. [Aside.) O gods! Who is't can say, I am Let the superfluous, and lust-dieted man, at the worst?
That slaves your ordinance, that will not see I am worse than e'er I was.
Because he doth not feel, feel your power quickly; Old Man.
'Tis poor mad Tom. So distribution should undo excess, Edg. [Aside.) And worse I may be yet: The And each man have enough. Dost thou know worst is not,
Dover? So long as we can say, This is the worst.
Edg. Ay, master. Old Man. Fellow, where goest ?
Glo. There is a cliff, whose high and bending head Glo.
Is it a beggar-man ? Looks fearfully in the confined deep : Old Man. Madman and beggar too.
Bring me but to the very brim of it, Glo. He has some reason, else he could not beg. And I'll repair the misery thou dost bear, I' the last night's storm I such a fellow saw ; With something rich about me : from that place Which made me think a man a worm : My son I shall no leading need. Came then into my mind; and yet my mind
Give me thy arm; Was then scarce friends with him : I have heard Poor Tom shall lead thee.
(Exeunt. more since : As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods ; SCENĘ II.- Before the Duke of Albany's Palace. They kill us for their sport. Edg.
How should this be ?
Enter GONERIL and EDMUND; Steward meeting them. Bad is the trade must play the fool to sorrow,
Gon. Welcome, my lord : I marvel, our mild Ang'ring itself and others. [Aside.] — Bless thee,
Not met us on the way : Now, where's your Glo. Is that the naked fellow?
master? Old Man.
Ay, my lord.
Sten, Madam, within; but never man so chang'd:
I told him of the army that was landed;
Proper deformity seems not in the fiend
O vain fool!
Alb. Thou changed and self-cover'd thing, for When I inform'd him, then he call'd me sot ;
shame, And told me, I had turn'd the wrong side out : Be-monster not thy feature. Were it my fitness What most he should dislike, seems pleasant to him; To let these hands obey my blood, What like, offensive.
They are apt enough to dislocate and tear Gon.
Then shall you go no further. | Thy flesh and bones : – Howe'er thou art a fiend,
(To EDMUND. A woman's shape doth shield thee. It is the cowish terror of his spirit,
Gon. Marry, your manhood now ! -
Enter a Messenger.
All. What news?
Mess. A servant that be bred, thrill'd with teA mistress's command. Wear this; spare speech ;
(Giving a favour. Oppos'd against the act, bending his sword Decline your head: this kiss, if it durst speak, To his great master; who, thereat enrag'd, Would stretch thy spirits up into the air ;
Flew on him, and amongst them feli'd him dead: Conceive, and fare thee well.
But not without that harmful stroke, which since Edm. Yours in the ranks of death.
Hath pluck'd him after.
This shows you are above,
Lost he his other eye! Usurps my bed.
Both, both, my lord. Stew. Madam, here comes my lord. This letter, madam, craves a speedy answer;
[Exit Steward. 'Tis from your sister. Enter ALBANY.
Gon. [Aside.] One way I like this well;
But being widow, and my Gloster with her, Gon. I have been worth the whistle.
May all the building in my fancy pluck Alb.
O Goneril ! Upon my hateful life : Another way, You are not worth the dust which the rude wind The news is not so tart. — I'll read, and answer. Blows in your face. – I fear your disposition :
[Erit. That nature, which contemns its origin,
Alb. Where was his son, when they did take his Cannot be border'd certain in itself; She that herself will silver and disbranch
Mess. Come with my lady hither. From her material sap, perforce must wither,
He is not here. And come to deadly use.
Mess. No, my good lord; I met himn back agail. Gon. No more ; the text is foolish.
Alb. Knows he the wickedness? Alb. Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile : Mess. Ay, my good lord; 'twas he informa'd Filths savour but themselves. What have you done?
against him; Tigers, not daughters, what have you perform'd ? And quit the house on purpose, that their punishment A father, and a gracious aged man,
Might have the freer course. Whose reverence the head-lugg'd bear would lick, Alb.
Gloster, I live Most barbarous, most degenerate! have you madded. To thank thee for the love thou show'dst the king, Could my good brother suffer you to do it? And to revenge thine eyes. - Come luthier, friend; A man, a prince, by him so benefited ?
Tell me what more thou knowest. (Ext. If that the heavens do not their visible spirits Send quickly down to tame these vile offences, SCENE III. - The French Cam, near Dorer. "Twill come, Humanity must perforce prey on itself,
Enter Kent and a Gentleman. Like monsters of the deep.
Kent. Why the king of France is so suddenly Gon.
Milk-liver'd man ! gone back know you the reason ? That bear'st a cheek for blows, a head for wrongs ; Gent. Something he left imperfect in the stato Who hast not in thy brows an eye discerning Which since his coming forth is thought of; which Thine honour from thy suffering ; that not know'st, Imports to the kingdom so much fear and danger, Fools do those villains pity, who are punish'd That his personal return was most requird, Ere they have done their mischief. Where's thy And necessary. drum?
Kent. Who hath he left behind him general! France spreads his banners in our noiseless land; Gent. The Mareschal of France, Monsieur le Fa. With plumed helm thy slayer begins threats ; Kent. Did your letters pierce the quest to a Whilst thou, a moral fool, sit'st still, and cry'st, demonstration of grief? Alack ! why does he so ?
Gent. Ay, sir; she took them, read their ta sy Alb. See thyself, devil!
And now and then an ample tear trill'd down Phy. There is means, madam:
The which he lacks; that to provoke in him,
Are many simples operative, whose power · Kent.
0, then it mov'd her. Will close the eye of anguish. Gent. Not to a rage: patience and sorrow strove Cor.
All bless'd secret, Who should express her goodliest. You have seen All you unpublish'd virtues of the earth, Sunshine and rain at once : her smiles and tears Spring with my tears ! be aidant, and remediate, Were like a better day: Those happy smiles, In the good man's distress ! Seek, seek for him ; That play'd on her ripe lip, seem'd not to know Lest his ungovern'd rage dissolve the life What guests were in her eyes ; which
parted thence, That wants the means to lead it. As pearls from diamonds dropp'd.-In brief, sorrow Would be a rarity most belov'd, if all
Enter a Messenger. Could so become it.
Madam, news; Kent.
Made she no verbal question? The British powers are marching hitherward. Gent. 'Faith, once, or twice, she heav'd the name Cor. 'Tis known before ; our preparation stands
In expectation of them. - O dear father, Pantingly forth, as if it press'd her heart;
It is thy business that I go about ; Cried, Sisters ! sisters ! --Shame of ladies ! sisters ! Therefore great France Kent! father ! sisters! What i'the storm? i'the My mourning, and important tears, hath pitied. night?
No blown ambition doth our arms incite, Let pity not be believ'd !-- There she shook But love, dear love, and our ag'd father's right: The holy water from her heavenly eyes,
Soon may I hear, and see him!
(Exeunt. And clamour moisten'd: - then away she started To deal with grief alone.
SCENE V. - A Room in Gloster's Castle.
Enter Regan and Steward.
Reg. But are my brother's powers set forth? Such different issues. You spoke not with her since ?
Ay, madam. Gent. No.
Himself Kent. Was this before the king return'd ? In person there? Gent.
No, since. Stew.
Madam, with much ado : Xent. Well, sir ; The poor distress'd Lear is i'the Your sister is the better soldier. town:
Reg. Lord Edmund spake not with your lord at Who sometime, in his better tune, remembers
home? What we are come about, and by no means
Stew. No, madam, Will yield to see his daughter.
Reg. What might import my sister's letter to him? Gent.
Why, good sir? Stew. I know not, lady, Kent. A sovereign shame so elbows him : his own Reg. 'Faith, he is posted hence on serious matter. unkindness,
It was great ignorance, Gloster's eyes being out, That stripp'd her from his benediction, turn'd her To let him live; where he arrives, he moves To foreign casualties, gave her dear rights
All hearts against us; Edmund, I think, is gone, To his dog hearted daughters, — these things sting In pity of his misery, to despatch His mind so venomously, that burning shame
His nighted life ; moreover, to descry Detains him from Cordelia.
The strength o'the enemy. Gent.
Alack, poor gentleman ! Stew. I must needs after him, madam, with my Kent. Of Albany's and Cornwall's powers you
letter. heard not?
Reg. Our troops set forth to-morrow; stay with us; Gent. "Ris so; they are afoot.
The ways are dangerous. Kent. Well, sir, I'll bring you to our master, Lear, Stew.
I may not, madam; And leave you to attend him : some dear cause My lady charg'd my duty in this business. Will in concealment wrap me up awhile ;
Reg. Why should she write to Edmund ? Might When I am known aright, you shall not grieve
not you Lending me this acquaintance. I pray you, go Transport her purposes by words ? Belike, Along with me.
[Excunt. Something—I know not what :-—I'll love thee mucn,
Let me unseal the letter.
Madam, I had rather
Reg. I know, your lady does not love her husband; Enter CORDELIA, Physician, and Soldiers.
I am sure of that: and, at her late being here, Cor. Alack, 'tis he ; why, he was met even now She gave strange ciliads, and most speaking looks As mad as the vex'd sea : singing aloud ;
To noble Edmund : I know, you are of her bosom. Crown'd with rank fumiter, and furrow weeds, Stew. I, madam ? With harlocks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers, Reg. I speak in understanding; you are, I know it: Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow
Therefore, I do advise you; take this note : In our sustaining corn. - A century send forth ; My lord is dead; Edmund and I have talk'd ; Search every acre in the high-grown field,
And more convenient is he for my hand, And bring him to our eye. [Erit an Officer.] - Than for your lady's: – You may gather more. What can man's wisdom do,
If you do find him, pray you, give him this; In the restoring his bereaved sense ?
And when your mistress hears thus much from you, He, that helps him, take all my outward worth. I
pray, desire her call her wisdom to her.
So, fare you well.
Ho, you sir ! friend ! - Hear you, sır? - speak !. If you do chance to hear of that blind traitor, Thus might he pass indeed : – Yet he revives : Preferment falls on him that cuts him off.
What are you, sir? Stew. 'Would I could meet him, madam! I would Glo.
Away, and let me die. show
Edg. Had'st thou been aught but gossomer, What party I do follow.
feathers, air, Reg. Fare thee well. (Ereunt. So many fathom down precipitating,
Thou had'st shiver'd like an egg : but thou dost SCENE VI. - The Country near Dover.!
Hast heavy substance; bleed'st not; speak'st; art | Enter GLOSTER, and Edgar dressed like a peasant.
sound. Glo. When shall we come to the top of that same Ten masts at each make not the altitude, hill?
Which thou hast perpendicularly fell; Edg. You do climb up it now : look how we Thy life's a miracle : Speak yet again. labour.
Glo. But have I fallen, or no ? Glo. Methinks, the ground is even.
Edg. From the dread summit of this chalky Edg.
Horrible steep :
bourn: Hark, do you hear the sea ?
Look up a-height; - the shrill-gorg'd lark so far Glo.
Cannot be seen or heard : do but look up
Is wretchedness depriv'd that benefit,
So may it be, indeed : To end itself by death ? 'Twas yet some comfort, Methinks, thy voice is alter'd ; and thou speak'st When misery could beguile the tyrant's rage, In better phrase, and matter, than thou didst. And frustrate his proud will. Edg. You are much deceiv'd; in nothing am I
Give me your arm : chang'd,
Up:—So; - How is't? Feel you your legs? You But in my garments.
Methinks, you are better spoken. Glo. Too well, too well. Edg. Come on, sir ; here's the place ;- stand still. Edg.
This is above all strangeness. - How fearful
Upon the crown o'the cliff, what thing was that And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low!
Which parted from you? The crows, and choughs, that wing the midway air, Glo.
A poor unfortunate beggar. Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Edg. As I stood here below, methought, bis eyes Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Were two full moons; he had a thousand mores, Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: Horns whelk'd, and wav'd like the enridged sea ; The fishermen, that walk upon the beach,
It was some fiend : Therefore, thou happy father, Appear like mice ; and yon' tall anchoring bark, Think that the clearest gods, who make then Diminish'd to her cock; her cock, a buoy
honours Almost too small for sight: The murmuring surge, of men's impossibilities, have presery'd thee. That on the unnumber'd idle pebbles chafes,
Glo. I do remember now: henceforth I'll bear Cannot be heard so high : - I'll look no more; Affliction, till it do cry out itself, Lest my brain turn, and the deficient sight Enough, enough, and, die. That thing you speak of, Topple down headlong.
I took it for a man ; often 'twould say, Glo.
Set me where you stand. The fiend, the fiend : he led me to that place. Edg. Give me your hand : You are now within a Edg. Bear free and patient thoughts. But whe foot
comes here? Of the extreme verge : for all beneath the moon Would I not leap upright.
Enter LEAR, fantastically dressed up with fourra Glo.
Let go my hand. The safer sense will ne'er accommodate
I am the king hiinself.
Edg. Now fare you well, good sir. (Seems to go. Lear. Nature's above art in that respect. There's
With all my heart. your press-money. That fellow handles his bow Edg. Why I do trifle thus with his despair, like a crow-keeper : draw me a clothier's yani. Is done to cure it.
Look, look, a mouse! Peace, peace ; – this piece al Glo. O you mighty gods !
toasted cheese will do't.- There's my gauntlet ; 12 This world I do renounce; and, in your sights, prove it on a giant. - Bring up the brown bilsShake patiently my great affliction off:
O, well flown, bird! - i' the clout, if the clout: If I could bear it longer, and not fall
hewgh! - Give the word. To quarrel with your great opposeless wills,
Edg. Sweet marjoram. My snuff, and loathed part of nature, should
Lear. Pass. Burn itself out. If Edgar live, O, bless him !
Glo. I know that voice. Now, fellow, fare thee well. (He leaps, and falls along. Lear. Ha! Goneril! - with a white beard! Edg.
Gone, sir ? farewell. They flatter'd me like a dog; and told me I had And yet I know not how conceit may rob
white hairs in my beard, ere the black ones va The treasury of life, when life itself
there. To say ay, and no, to every thing I said Yields to the theft: Had he been where he thought, Ay and no too was no good divinity. Wed By this, had thought been past. Alive, or dead? rain came to wet me once, and the wind to make